"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 8
"So tell me why you want the gringo woman?"
"Captain, my Captain, you know my tastes and still you have to ask?"
"Yes, but I love it when you talk dirty to me, my Angel!" the captain
laughed. Reaching for the cigarette package on the nightstand, he rolled across
Angelita, his hard body pinning hers to the mattress. She nipped playfully at
his ear.
"Light one of those for me, lover, and I will not only tell you about
why I want her, I'll let you watch."
He laughed, and lit his cigarette. Rolling back on the pillow, he blew a
circle of smoke into the air.
"Prick" teased Angelita salaciously, reaching for the cigarette box. She
squealed with pleasure as the captain grabbed her from behind. His hands felt
wonderful on her breasts. He was so strong, so demanding. She loved the smell of
him, leather and tobacco and power - it inflamed her like no other man had. And
she had tried many, and had decided that with few exceptions, women were much,
much better lovers. But her Captain, he was different. He had something that
attracted her, which ignited her passion and burned like a bonfire inside her.
The Captain served another, more practical purpose, which was a bonus
for Angelita: the continuation of her line. She was a descendant of the pirate
captain who, along with his crew of cutthroats and thieves, had first landed on
this tiny island. It was her island - her family still held sway in the Council.
Her father, curse him, had wanted her lover Rodrigo to become Captain instead of
her, but she knew who rightfully held the reins of power. Her children would
inherit. And when the time was right, the Captain would father them for her.
Then she would need him no longer...
The cigarette was dumped in an ashtray, freeing the Captain's other
hand. He slid it under the blankets, feeling Angelita's firm softness with his
palm, his own hard fur covered body with the back. She squirmed at his touch,
and clamping her mouth against his, threw both her arms around his neck. She
snaked a leg across his, pulling his between hers, his knee rising to press into
her hot wet centre. His hand slid across her flat belly, through the dark
jungle of wiry hair, to the moist cavern below.
Angelita sighed. Reaching down, she took his stiffening cock in her
hand. She could feel the long vein against her palm. She thrilled at how
responsive her Captain was, how not matter what she did, he seemed to be able to
hold back just long enough for her to have intense, incredible pleasure. She
stroked him slowly, feeling the skin bunch up against her hand. She squeezed, he
moaned. He stroked her clit, rubbing it back and forth, her juices making his
fingers slick.
"Mi corazon," he sighed into her ear. His breath was rich with the smell
of cigarette smoke and red wine. "I want you, now."
"Is that an order, my Captain?" Angelita teased. She rubbed him faster,
grinding her pubic bone against his hand.
"Si, it is a fucking order!" he replied, lips split wide with a toothy
smile.
"And, my Captain," sighed Angelita, "if I don't obey?"
He raised his head. Shifting his weight, he slowly moved his body to lie
between her legs. He pushed forward.
"If you don't obey, little Angel," he breathed. "Then I'll play with you
AND the gringo woman." With that, he plunged his swollen cock deep inside her
hot cavern.
"Hmm, maybe I'd like that, my Captain!" she gasped, feeling his body
weight on hers. She groaned, deep in her throat, a pleasurable sound to feel his
cock slithering hard and deep inside her love passage. He felt so big, so hot!
Angelita squirmed and writhed, pounding her hips on the mattress, using her
muscles to pull him in deeper. She raised herself up on her heels, making him
ride her like a gaucho astride his pony. Back and forth he rammed himself deep
inside her. Their bodies were still slick with sweat and the fluids from their
earlier coupling. They slid back and forth across each other, inside each other,
body temperatures and blood pressures building. He marveled at how ripe her
breasts; she loved the hardness of his back under her hand.
A spasm of intense pleasure. Angelita dug her nails into his buttocks.
He grunted, raised his head, and speared her as hard as he could muster. She
gasped and grimaced, wrapping his thighs with her calves, pulling him inside.
She wanted to feel him in her pussy, her belly. She squeezed and pulled and
scratched, trying to force his whole body inside her. He growled, snorted, and
gasped for breath.
Angelita threw her head from side to side, raven hair wet and flying
against the pillows. Her captain pushed himself up on his hands.
"Dios mio", he howled, his seed erupting from his loins in a mighty
rush.
"Aiee!" screamed Angelita, her own orgasm bursting over her like an
express train striking the penny some child has laid on the track.
She thrust up to meet his downward plunge, two lusting animals
completely out of control. Wave after wave of pleasure roared over Angelita's
molten body. His cock inside her, so huge, its every squirting thrust bringing
her more pleasure than the last.
He saw nothing but red, his mind overflowing with sensory overload as
the intensity of his ejaculation swept over him. Then, as he could feel his
manhood giving one last push, the captain felt it beginning all over again. He
continued to slam himself against her burning flesh, the sensation coming faster
and faster through his penis until he could hold back no longer and a second,
brief orgasm exploded over him with such strength he thought his heart would
burst. There was very little left inside him to shoot, but he fired what bullets
of sperm he had left.
Angelita looked up at him, her eyes hooded with lust and pleasure. "My
fucking captain, " she gloated, "you are so wonderful!"
His cock finally shrinking, he rolled off her slick brown body.
"My Angel," he whispered, cupping her breast. He kissed her neck.
A telephone rang in the other room.
"The world intrudes upon us, my love."
"Ah, no, too soon, too soon." She rolled toward him, cupping his face in
her hands, planting little kisses on his eyes and nose. "Maybe just one more,
he?"
Laughing, her lover slapped her naked butt.
"Hey, go play with your ponies if you're still horny, Chiquita!" He sat up in
the bed, and threw his legs of the side. "Me, I've got a country to run!"
"Prick", pouted Angelita. "Maybe I should make you one of my ponies."
The captain leaned over and kissed her. His face just microns from hers,
he whispered, "Only in your dreams, mi querida, only in your dreams." He kissed
her again, and left the bed.
"Sergeant!" he called, throwing the bedroom door open. "I'm having a
shower, and then to business."
"Si Mi Capitan," came a man's voice from the other room. "You have a
meeting in 15 minutes, Captain. A reporter, wondering about your war on drugs."
The Captain laughed. "Worried about his supply, no doubt."
There was much laughter from the other room. The Captain left the
doorway and headed for the en suite bath.
Angelita sat up in the bed, one hand between her legs. She was wet and
sticky with their commingled fluids. A soldier appeared in the doorway.
"Breakfast, Senorita?"
"Yes, coffee, strong, and fruit." She slid her hand out from under the
covers and smelled her fingers. "And some pastry, too." She slid her fingers
into her mouth in a lewd motion, licking the fluids from them. " Be quick, I'm
very hungry."
The soldier snapped his salute and hurried off.
With a satisfied smile to rival the Cheshire cat's, Angelita lay back
against the pillows.
