I push a thumb inside her mouth and pry it open again, then insert myself inside and press her closer so the tip of her nose touches my abdomen, then closer yet to block her airways, then release her. Swallowing a nine-inch-long cock is no small feat, and Isla is determined to swallow me whole. Goals. She has them.
We go back and forth until I’m panting and she’s wiggling her ass, impatient and wet to receive me. I bend and kiss her mouth, then sneak a hand under her body and stroke her wet place while gazing at the bright green of her eyes. “Turn around,” I tell her, and she does. I grab the lubricated condom and put it on. When she bends, I grab her hair and pull her back up. She yelps and holds my hips while I position myself at the little back hole she wants fucked.
Once positioned, I stroke her clit and press her against me and enter the tight space. Isla sighs and leans her head on my shoulder, and I move slowly so that I don’t slip out while she spreads her ass cheeks, seeking more. I kiss her neck and shoulder, whisper at her ear, “You’re perfect, and I’m keeping you.”
Her body freezes up for a bit, and she snaps her eyes open, but as I move inside her, she closes them again, enjoying herself, though not as much as I’m enjoying her.
Isla’ssoft singing coming from downstairs wakes me in the morning, and I’m instantly disappointed to find myself alone in the bed. I’d hoped to wake up and bury myself inside her warm hole—she can pick which—this morning and have a morning sex-a-thon until she can’t walk anymore. Instead, I stroke myself a few times and squeeze my eager dick, then hit the bathroom and do my business.
On my way out, I pause at the mirror, leaning in over the counter. Well, I’ll be dammed, I lost the dark sleepless circles under my eyes, probably because I finally slept. She’s not only good to me, she’s healthy for me.
I get the phone, dial my sister, checking the time after I dialed. Oh well.
She picks up after I call three times. “Ludi, it’s ten, and I’m working, so this better be an emergency.”
“I love you, sis,” I tell her right off the bat. This way, the conversation will go smoother.
“Mm-hm. What do you want?”
“I need a favor, because I can’t be trusted with this shit.”
“What favor?”
“I need you to pick out three engagement rings and send me pictures so I can decide which one.”
Silence on the other end, then: “Whatever for?”
“I’m gonna propose.”
“What?” She shrieks. “Who are you going to propose to? Do I know her?”
“Just do what I asked.”
“Stefan, is this a joke? Is it April first?”
“Three rings, and I needed them yesterday.”
“It’s the cabin girl. Oh no, Stefan, it’s just cabin fever. You’ll forget about her when you get back. Please don’t do anything stupid.”
“Do I ever?”
Ivana’s quiet.
“Do I?”
“No, but you can’t propose.”
“I can, and I will. Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I make kissing noises at the phone.
She does the same and hangs up.
Back in the bedroom, I’m slipping on boxers when there’s a knock on the door. “You expecting someone?” I ask loudly so Isla can hear me.
“Mr. Homer,” she says, and I hear the door open. “Dad?”
Boot steps barge into my house, and I know a man entered my cabin.
“Dad, what are you doing here?”
