Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes - Sex Stories

Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes

... can’t leave me. I want you to stay.” She turned me around to face her and gently pushed me against the railing of the balcony, then lowered herself to her knees, and with my cock in her hand, started licking it. All thoughts of leaving her left me as she moved her slurping tongue faster, looking up at me with those seductive brown eyes, luring me into all that she was offering. The thought of my living here with this passionate, playful, sensuous woman was becoming more and more tempting, but my mind was swirling. How can I abandon everything--the money I worked so hard to earn, my journal, my dreams of where I’m going? When her mouth swallowed my cock and she moved her hot mouth up and down, taking me deeper and sliding my cock over her warm, wet tongue to the back of her throat, I was losing it, and knew if I didn’t stop I would explode and shoot my hot cum down her throat, and I'd be lost in the ecstasy she was giving me. I didn’t know which way to turn or what to do. Suddenly, I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth harder, feeling her speeding up, her hands gripping my ass, pulling me into her mouth, giving me the best blow job I had ever had, and I knew I would lose this battle if I exploded in her mouth. I pulled her mouth away from my cock and gripping her hair, looked down at her. “This is crazy. I have to go! I can’t do this!” “No! No!” she yelled with saliva dripping from her lips and her widening brown eyes looking up at me from the floor. I tried ...

... pushing her aside so I could get my clothes and leave, but she grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to her, trying to stop me. My cock was still hard, and I was struggling to hold back my urge to take her and fuck her on the floor but resisted and tried to reach my clothes thrown next to the bed. She held my waist while I struggled to move for my clothes and leave before it was too late. With her strong arms around my waist, I dragged her across the floor and tried to squirm free, but she held on tighter. “Don’t go! Don’t go! Stay with me! Don’t leave.” “Let me go. I can’t stay,” I yelled, trying to pry from her arms as she held on tighter, gripping me, while I dragged her across the floor and tried to reach for my clothes. I couldn’t believe this was happening and felt like I was in a movie watching a man and woman in some exotic place, but realized it was me and Annika experiencing this excruciating scene. “Stay! Stay!” Looking down at her desperately holding my thighs, tears in her eyes, sobbing, my heart breaking at seeing her crying, I pulled her hands from me, grabbed my clothes and started putting on my jeans, while she lay sprawled on the floor at my feet, looking at me with tears rolling down her cheeks. “I love you. I love you,” she cried. “I will make you a happy man. Stay with me.” “I can’t! I have to go back to the ship. It’s getting dark.” She grabbed at my jeans as I buckled my belt, pulling me to her, but I reached down and swept her hands away. I pulled on my ...