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  Shipwrecked Beauty

  Lost in Lust: Short & Steamy

  Candy Quinn

  © 2019 Pathforgers Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imaginations. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

  All cover art makes use of stock photography and all persons depicted are models.

  This book is intended for sale to Adult Audiences only. All sexually active characters in this work are over 18. All sexual activity is between non-blood related, consenting adults. This is a work of fiction, and as such, does not encourage illegal or immoral activities that happen within.

  Contents

  Preamble

  Shipwrecked Beauty

  Bonus

  About the Author

  Also by Candy Quinn

  Preamble

  Book Themes:

  bareback, breeding, sex with strangers

  Word Count:

  5855

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  Shipwrecked Beauty

  In was on my back when the storm started, legs spread, and a wealthy producer on top of me. I mean, it seemed a great way to spend a cruise. And as his throbbing hard cock was pounding into my tight little slit, I barely even noticed as the weather began to make that giant vessel rock.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said between moans and grunts. And I tried not to. I was a hot girl, on a pretty exclusive cruise here… and this guy might actually be able to get me a sweet acting gig, or at least some more modeling jobs.

  Besides, it’d been forever since I’d had a good fuck.

  He was pretty cute, for a producer, and I was more than willing to ignore the storm for our little tryst, the sounds of his body slapping against mine filling the air. I needed a man inside me... not that he cared what I needed. I could tell that once he robbed my pussy of his dick and put his honey flavoured cock in my mouth without a care in the world.

  I just had no idea it was about to get a whole lot worse.

  Once the windows smashed in, there was no more pretending the storm wasn’t a big deal. Even though the guy actually tried to keep me down on his dick, blowing him.

  “Fuck! I’m so close,” he said, still grasping my hair. But I pulled away.

  “We’ve gotta go!” I cried out, pulling on my tiny little swimsuit as he glared and complained—even as water gushed into the room, my scream drowned out by the sound.

  I ran to the door before he could get there, pulling it open. Another wave of water rushed in, hitting me, knocking me face down. I’d have been embarrassed if the sounds of screams weren’t setting me into a full on panic.

  Mr. Producer, however, just ran over me and headed off.

  “Hey wait!” I called out, before another wave of ocean water went over the side of the MS Long Shaft and had me sputtering.

  A big man in nothing but shorts stopped by me as I struggled to catch my breath. He bent down, and just picked me up, like I was little more than some piece of luggage. As I choked for breath and cleared my eyes I could see he was big alright, but in that tall, dark and handsome kinda way, with a sculpted, muscular body that generally only graces gym ads.

  He didn’t say anything to me, he just went on. As another wave battered us, he gripped the railing with his free hand, his muscular forearm keeping me safe against him. I could see ahead, Mr. Producer lowering down one of the life rafts before we could get to him, but my attempt at a shout was choked with salt water.

  And before my tall, dark and handsome saviour could get us to the life rafts, a wave larger than life crashed into the cruise ship.

  *****

  The next thing I remember was the feeling of hot sun on my skin, and a pair of full lips on mine. It was sweet… until I felt the lips pull away and pressure on my chest.

  I choked up water, and realized I wasn’t being kissed in my sleep, but being saved from choking.

  “Oh god!” I managed to say, after coughing up all the water in my lungs, twisting to my side.

  It was day time, alright, morning by the looks of it as I returned to consciousness. The clouds were gone, and we were on some unknown beach. But most importantly, my saviour was over me. That big, tall, dark stranger, wearing nothing but slick, glistening shorts that clung to his round ass and hefty package, though even they sported a rip that left them precarious.

  I was transfixed on him for a moment, his abs impeccable, his pecs sporting a little scar, but it just made him look rugged as well as handsome. His face was broad jawed, chiseled just like his body, and he looked at me with the stern demeanor of a father overseeing a troubled child.

  “You okay?” he asked me in that deep, dark, rumbly voice of his, brushing back my wet hair.

  “How did you...” I managed, my memory of what happened fuzzy.

  There was a storm, my thoughts slowly came back to me, and I glanced around the beach again. “Is this St. Lucia?” I asked hazily. That was where our ship was supposed to dock. Did we make it?

  My handsome saviour pulled back as he saw I was able to breath, and he sat upon his knees for a moment. I could see in the sand the footprints of him hauling me out of the ocean. It must not have even been that long since he’d carried me ashore.

  “No, this ain’t St. Lucia, sweetie,” he said to me in that deep, masculine voice of his. “For that matter, I don’t know where we are,” he remarked, pushing himself up onto one knee even as his own chest still heaved. He must’ve been busy trying to swim us to shore the whole night, since I saw no sign of a raft or boat, but still he didn’t seem to want to stop.

  “We’re on some unknown island,” he explained as he brushed his hands off and stood there, easily six foot five, if not taller. “I saw your boyfriend’s lifeboat head to shore over that way in the night. But if you ask me, the prick doesn’t deserve you,” he said, pointed down the shore, past sandy beaches and around jutting series of palm trees.

  Despite rankling at the idea of that dick I’d only just met the day before the cruise being my boyfriend, I felt a twinge of panic as my saviour started to walk off towards to the island’s jungle. His damp body glistening in the sun, highlighting every muscle, the tear in his shorts showing off his thick, round ass cheek on one side.

  I pushed myself up, my hand digging into the sand as I watched him.

  “He’s not my boyfriend,” I protested, the offense mingling with my desire to not be alone. I didn’t want him to leave me. Not after he just saved me from... It was too heinous to even think about!

  I scrambled to my feet, surprised to find my bathing suit was mostly intact. As much so as a skimpy white suit with ample cutouts to show off my stomach and hips could be.

  His long dark hair was swept back and wet, and he had the look of a real, rugged man as he bravely strode to the trees. He spared me a brief look as I called out and began to follow him.

  “Damn right he’s not. I saw how he just abandoned you,” he remarked, distaste showing in the gravelly way he said that. But he kept focussed, finding an outcropping of rocks, and methodically searching them until he found one with a sharp edge. And then immediately using it to begin hacking off a branch. It was like this man was built to survive, even if I didn’t know how or why he was doing those things.

  But he looked damn sexy doing it too. I could watch those muscles bulge all day, and judging by the way he gave me another look, he was pretty pleased with my tight body in this little swimsuit too. Even if he, unlike me, was multitasking fashioning a spear.

  So I did what I do best, and I struck a pose. The least I could do was give him something fun to
look at as he worked, and as I stared at him working.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, pushing back some of my still wet hair. The sea salt was going to give me the hottest beachy waves, so maybe it wasn’t all bad, being away from my endless supply of beauty products.

  “Making a spear, for fishing,” he said, pausing to inspect the pointed tip he’d just carved before looking me back up and down again. “Gonna need some protein to survive here,” he said, testing the tip with his thumb.

  He was about to head off but he paused, and looked me over again.

  “That jerk who abandoned you had a lifeboat. There’ll be a supple of emergency rations in it,” he said gruffly, before reaching out, placing one of those big, powerful hands he’d used to lift me up and save my life. “Listen,” he said, leaning in close, “I’m not waiting around to be saved. And you may not be that coward’s girl, but you ain’t mine either. I saved your life, but I’m not looking to be a caretaker. If you want to stick with me, I need you to pull your weight, or…” he trailed off.

  My heart was thudding angrily in my chest, and my blood was rushing so fast I could barely hear. I know I shouldn’t be pissed at the hottie hero that saved me, but he couldn’t just flippantly toss me aside either!

  I could feel my face growing hot, and not just from the sun. I always had a temper, and maybe it was just because I was scared, but I was having a harder time keeping it under control.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice quivering a little with anger and fear.

  He took a deep breath, which caused his already broad chest to swell up before my eyes. He stuck the end of his new spear into the sand, and then both his hands were on my shoulders. He had over a foot of height on me.

  “You’ve just been through a lot,” he said patiently. “And you don’t owe me shit for saving your life. Any decent guy would do that. But if I have your hot little body around me, I’m just gonna be thinking of getting up in you, instead of catching fish, finding fresh water, building a shelter, and all that stuff. So unless you’re gonna be my girl, it’s best for us both you just go down the beach and lay a guilt trip on that turd, so he shares some of the fresh water and food he has in his lifeboat.”

  My heart was still hammering, but the rage was boiling into something else, my head growing foggy with the thought of him taking me.

  It wasn’t a responsible thought at all, but oh, it was a delicious one.

  Still, I furrowed my brows and played innocent.

  “What do you mean, your girl?”

  “You know what I mean, beautiful,” he said to me in that rich, dark voice of his, bringing a big, powerful hand up to gently adjust my hair, putting a few out of place strands back where they should be. “It’s rules of the jungle out here. And if you’re my girl, I’ll keep you safe, well fed, cared for, and secure. But I’ll be tapping that ass of yours when and how I feel like it.”

  He pulled back a moment, gave me a stroke of my hair and cheek as he smiled at me warmly.

  “Take care. And if that prick denies you a share of the rations, come tell me. I’ll set him right,” he said, full of confidence, assuming my answer was going to be ‘no’...

  But my legs were moving after him, and I was craving his touch. The idea of going to that asshole for anything was totally out of the question. He was trying to make me blow him while the ship was going under! He didn’t deserve a single thing from me, and this stranger, well. He saved my life, and that was part of it.

  A bigger part was that he was hotter than hell and I could already tell he was hung to boot.

  “Tap it how?” I asked, a little bit of a smirk coming to my lips, desire running beneath my words.

  He stopped and looked back at me, a broad grin growing on his own face in response. He planted the spear back into the sand, and reached out, touching his hand to my hip, squeezing it and pulling me a little closer.

  “Well first, I’d plant you down on your back in this sand, spread them long, sexy legs of yours, and fuck you into a crater,” he said, as his thumb toyed with the waistband of my swimsuit. “I’ll be honest, it’s that pussy of yours I really want. Ain’t seen yours yet, but I bet it’s as pretty as the rest of you. And the thought of planting my dick in that pussy has been at the back of my mind since I first saw you come aboard the cruise ship.”

  That surprised me a bit, because I’m positive I’d have remembered him if I saw him.

  Or maybe him saving my life is what really made me wet between my thighs.

  Either way, the thought of him watching me, fantasizing about me as I flit around the cruise ship was exciting, and I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip.

  There was only one problem, of course. I wasn’t on the pill. That was why even the big shot producer was having me blow him to finish. He didn’t want to knock up some model and have me sue for support.

  Something told me that this man would have absolutely no qualms with cumming in me bare and knocking me up. He wanted me to be his girl, after all.

  “I waxed before the cruise,” I said with a smirk, “but I don’t imagine you saved your condoms along with me?”

  He gave a gruff laugh at that, his broad jawed, handsome face lit up with amusement as he slid his big, strong hand over my hip and side, letting his thumb rub along the edge of my suit as he sized he up.

  “I never saved a damn thing except these shorts,” he said, looking down and using his free hand to tug at the garment teasingly, which of course caused a rip in them to widen. And also drew my attention to the fact that his already sizable package was swollen even bigger, a thick, veiny snake of a shaft throbbing down one leg. “But I got a feelin’ you and me won’t need anythin’ but what we’ll find here, doll,” he said with a rumble of approval as he stepped in closer to me and bent his head down to my lips. Only this time, it wasn’t mouth-to-mouth he was going to perform, no. He was making out with me.

  My body is everything to me. It’s why I get jobs. Not just because of who I have to screw to get them, either.

  Having unprotected sex was a gamble in more than one ways.

  But maybe being stranded on an island was making my mind return to a baser form, because suddenly all my big city dreams started fading away, replaced with the pure bliss of his lips on mine, his hands teasing my tanned skin.

  Most likely, the concerns began to melt away in exact timing with those big, muscular arms wrapping around me, those huge, powerful hands groping my ass and rubbing my flesh. He was a huge mountain of a man, and he was hungry for me in a way that was quickly getting out of control.

  I thought to ask him to promise to pull out, but his kisses, his nibbles, his fondling touches and possessive grasp all stole such thoughts from me. In fact, before I knew it he had picked me up yet again. Only to then feel him crash into the sand on his knees as he gave my ass a playful swat with his large palm.

  I didn’t even know his name, but I knew everything about hiI didn’t even know his name, but I knew everything about him I needed to know: He was strong, he was hung, and I owe him my life. So giving him my unprotected pussy seemed like a bargain, at any rate.

  And it’d been too long since I had a real man.

  My tongue was too entangled with his to bother asking for such trivial things anyways, and I could already feel my honey drenching my swimsuit.

  He held me in his arms as he knelt in the sand, my legs around him, my warming pussy rubbing against his hard member, the two of us making out and fondling each other. We savoured that moment, groping, his hands on my slender body, feeling my bubbly round butt, my breasts, and everything between and beyond. My hands running along each crevice of his bulging muscles.

  The rest of the survivors of the cruise were off in the distance, saved by life rafts instead of handsome studs, but there was still a very real risk that we could be caught. In New York it’d be an absolute scandal, plastered on every cheesy tabloid.

  MODEL CAUGHT IN THE ACT!!

  But that felt lik
e a distant memory of someone I used to be.

  I was reborn.

  And I was reborn to be his girl.

  His large hands went to work at my bathing suit, peeling it away and off my body, freeing me from all lingering remains of modesty and civility. My perky breasts exposed, pale pink nipples so stiff in the sun as he laid me back onto the sand like I was his bride to be, and not just his quickie deserted beach fuck.

  He got up over me, and in his haste to get his shorts off, he tugged the band and they ripped off to the point of near utter uselessness. That big, meaty dick of his spilling out, throbbing and oh so hard, and a hefty pair of balls dangling beneath it.

  “Useless,” he said as he cast away his torn boxers to the side, thinking them little more than trash now.

  I almost fainted as I looked down at his cock. I swear, my mouth was literally watering, and my pussy was dripping my juices into the hot sand. I grabbed the cast away boxers, pushing it beneath my bottom so that I wasn’t going to get sand in a sensitive place, and smiled up at him.

  “Not that useless,” I teased him, spreading my legs and revealing my smooth, shaven, pink little pussy for him.

  He watched me use his discarded, torn shorts as a little protective blanket and he grinned with amusement before helping spread my smooth, creamy inner thighs. He sized up my smooth little slit, then popped two of his fingers in his mouth, moistening them before he reached down and spread the petals of my pussy.

  “God damn. Even prettier than I thought it’d be. Never seen one so nice,” he said, rubbing at my pussy then beginning to push one finger inside. His single digit was nearly a match for Mr. Producer last night, and I still had the promise of that cock of his, which throbbed so thickly as he began to finger my slit.

  He was considerate to make sure I was wet, but I could tell from the look of pleasure on his face that he instantly realized that I didn’t need any help. I had never been more turned on, and I could barely even contain myself from squirming against his finger, need and lust making my hips buck against him eagerly.