Oh my gosh. As Carver approaches me, my eyes meet his with trepidation. Are we really going to do this?
But before he touches me, my lover merely sits on the mattress by my side and takes my hand.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks. “Because we can say no if you want. I don’t mind. It’s fine. What matters to me the most, Ava, is how you feel.”
That’s when my heart begins beating again because this is the man I’m in love with. The man who puts my needs above his own, and who cares about how I feel in every situation. I smile at him and squeeze his palm.
“I’m okay,” I say in a low voice. “We can do this.”
He leans forward and kisses me then, seizing my lips with passion.
“You’re mine, Ava,” he rumbles, so low the others can’t hear. I smile up at him in return, at peace and frankly, trembling a bit in anticipation now.
“I’m yours,” I repeat against his lips, our hearts beating as one. “Now, what should I do?”
He growls deep in his throat, blue eyes dancing.
“I think hands and knees would be a good position for your first time. You think you can do doggie?”
I giggle at him, everyone else fading to black so that it’s just the two of us on the mattress once more.
“I know I can do doggie,” I say throatily. “Come on, big boy. Let’s win this thing.”
With that, I flip over so that I’m on my hands and knees, my big bottom swaying gently as Carver gets up behind me.
“I’m going to use some lube,” he says, “and rub it into you.”
I nod and wait expectantly for the cool drip of K-Y. But instead, I feel something warm and realize that Carver has spit gently on my bottom hole and that now saliva is oozing over my sensitive pleats.
“Oooh!” I squeal as he massages is in. “Unnh!”
“That’s good,” he intones. “I have another source too.”
This time, he reaches down and scoops up some of the pre-cum beading at his shaft tip. Once again, he reaches over and massages it into and around my waiting hole, and I moan slightly, spreading my knees.
“I think I’m ready,” I breathe.
Carver doesn’t answer in response. Instead, he positions himself behind me, that bulbous glans nudging my sensitive spot.
“You can do it, honey,” he says. “I know you can.”
With that, he begins to push. It’s difficult, for sure, and my eyes squeeze shut at the insistent pressure.
“Unh,” I grunt low in my throat. “Unnnh.”
He strokes my back and then squeezes my haunches.
“You can do it sweetheart, because you’re my special girl. Just relax,” he rumbles in a soothing tone.
I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter, but it doesn’t seem like he’ll go in. A moment of panic strikes. Oh my gosh, what happens we’re eliminated now? That would be so humiliating.
But Carver relieves my insecurities. He croons sweet words into my ear while running his hands over my creamy skin, and then with a tell-tale pop it happens. His head is inside and I moan gutturally as I try to stretch.
“Ohhhh,” I sigh. “Unh.”
“You’re doing great,” he whispers in my ear. “We’re almost halfway there.”
I know we’re nowhere near halfway, but the dirtiness of the situation has me revved up. My pussy juices wetly and Carver chuckles low in his throat, one hand stretching down to receive the nectar before smearing it around our conjoined bodies.
“That’s right,” he croons. “Keep going sweetheart and it’ll feel good, I promise.”
With that, the pressure begins again and to my amazement, Carver begins sliding inside. One inch disappears into my backhole, and then two, and then even three. I can feel the vein pulsing along the bottom of his massive rod, and my pussy gushes again with need.
“Yes, sweetheart, you got this,” he whispers again. “You can do it, Ava.”
More of him slides in and I can hardly believe it’s happening. We must be up to seven inches by now, but then we reach a sticking point. It seems no matter what Carver does, I can’t take anymore. Have we really reached the end? Are we going to stop here, so close to the finish line, and yet so far?
But I’ve underestimated my man because the billionaire knows exactly how to get what he wants from a curvy, willing woman. With a low rumble, he reaches to the side and seizes the nine-inch toy lying on the mattress next to us.
“Sweetheart,” he growls. “Sometimes the only way to get there is to double down. Are you ready?”
Am I ready for what? I have no idea what he’s talking about but then I feel the head of the plaything at my pussy entrance and my eyes fly open. Oh my goodness, I’m about to do a double penetration! Can this be true?
But it’s true and with ease, Carver slides the dildo straight into my sweet spot in a smooth, slick stroke.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls. “You’re able to take it so good.”
And just as he anticipated, at that moment, his cock slides deep into my backhole until ten inches is embedded in my bottom. Holy cow! I’ve got ten inches in my back passage, as well as nine inches in my sweet slit. Is this really happening? My man reads my mind and laughs low in his chest.
“Yes, Ava, it’s really happening. This is really happening to you, so just hang tight and enjoy, okay?”
Because my man starts then. He pulls out of my bottom while pushing the toy into my sweetest spot, and then reverses, pushing into my bottom with his anatomy while pulling the toy out. The two movements always happen in sync so that one hole is always stuffed full and I moan lustily, my body beginning to shake. Who knew that little Ava Carmichael, scholarship student, would be serving a billionaire like this? Who knew that Ava with the curvy body and sweet smile would currently be engaged in DP with the man of her dreams? Nobody, and that realization causes my body to shake and my pulse to pound. With another few strokes, I lose control and my bottom and pussy begin to tremble. Within seconds, they’re both spasming furiously and I let out a low wail of pleasure as sparks dance before my eyes.
“Oh Carver!” I cry out. “Oh god, I love you!”
He moans as well, his cock jerking in me.
“And I love you, Ava,” he growls. “You are my one and only.”
With that, we both explode, our bodies united in shared passion. He jerks and groans, filling me with his virile baby batter while I clamp hard, unable to stop the shaking.
“Oh oh oh!” I cry out lustily. “Yes!”
He grunts as everything goes haywire, hot jism filling my back orifice.
“Take it,” he hisses. “Fuck yeah, you’re my girl.”
With that, we collapse on the bed, my back glued to his chest as we both heave from excitement. Oh my gosh, did that really just happen? Judging from the liquid trailing down my thigh, yes.
At that moment, Brett jumps onto the podium, clapping enthusiastically.
“Congratulations!” he yells. “You guys did it. Ava and Carver are the winners of this dirty competition. More power to you!”
Amelia and Evan clap limply as well from their seats in the darkness. I faintly hear something that sounds like, “Good job,” from my friend’s mouth, but I’m not sure because I can’t think. I’m crushed beneath Carver’s heavy weight, and yet this is exactly where I want to be. Receiving his virile goodness while also the recipient of kisses as he worships me tenderly.
“By the way, Ava, I meant what I said in the heat of the moment,” he murmurs low in my ear, so that only I can hear. “I love you, baby.”
My heart beats powerfully and tears spring to my eyes as I crane my head to look at the handsome man.
“And I you,” is my simple reply. Because it’s true. Maybe I came to this island to be a party hostess and ended up something completely different. Maybe I hosted a billionaire in a way that I never anticipated. But when it all boils down to what matters, this is the man who means the world to me, and now I know that our love will carry me through … to Maruba and beyond.