I woke up to Maximo shaking my shoulders. “We’re here.” He said with a smile. The flight lasted for over 5 hours. I had no idea where we were. He led me off the plane, exposing a beautiful island.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Mi pequena isla.” He said with a smile. “My little island. I own this island. I won it from a lucky game of poker. I had a house built and it is private. I come here when I need to get away from the world.”
He led me off the plane to a side-by-side ATV. He lifted me up and placed me in the seat as I couldn’t really climb in this dress. The security guards put our bags in the back and climbed into another ATV. When I looked around I saw a plane hanger with several vehicles, planes, and ATVs. I saw the pilot moving the plane into the hanger and the guards drove over to pick him up. “They are going to be staying in the guest house not far from the hanger.” Maximo read my mind.
“Where are we going to be staying?” He gave me a smile.
“My vacation house on the other side of the island.” He took off, I grabbed the bars above my head holding on for dear life. He was having too much fun. We drove for about 20 minutes when I saw the house.
It was gorgeous. It was 2 stories with a large front porch. It had natural wood and a lot of windows. He pulled into the overlay next to the house and helped me out of the ATV. He grabbed our bags and led me to the house. The entry was a keyless entry, he typed in the code, and it opened to a large open room with bamboo floors, a sitting area to the right, a large kitchen with a huge island to the left, a large back porch straight ahead with a pool and hot tub, and a staircase off the right of the room by the sitting room. There was a hallway to the right of the room under the stairs that led to 2 guest rooms and a bathroom. Upstairs was a master bedroom with a huge California king bed, an open bathroom with a private water closet for the toilet, a huge clawfoot tub, and an all-glass shower. The tile work in the bathroom was turquoise, the wood was light in color like the bamboo floors, there were white linen and turquoise curtains all throughout the house. The kitchen had new stainless-steel appliances, a turquoise blue backsplash, similar to that in the bathrooms, gray countertops, and bamboo-colored cabinets. I was in awe. The house was decorated minimally but beautifully like a beach house.
I walked outside and looked over the edge of the porch. The ocean was close off the porch, maybe 50 feet. There was a small dock off the edge of the beach with an umbrella and 2 lounge chairs. I wondered how many women he had brought here. He walked up behind me and whispered into my ear, “Want to take your dress off?” I nodded my head, and he began unbuttoning the back. He pulled it down and helped me step out of it, leaving me in my panties, corset, and high heels. He stepped back to take me all in. He smiled. “Beautiful, mi amor.”
He pulled out his phone. “Pose.” He demanded. I leaned against the railing and threw my head back. He snapped a picture. “Turn around.” He demanded again. I did and bent over the railing. He snapped another picture. He walked behind me and started to unlace my corset. It dropped to the ground. Then he pulled down my panties. He told me to take off my shoes. I turned around and unbuttoned his shirt, took off his jacket, and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled it all off. I finally pulled down his boxers, exposing him to me. He gave me a smile and pulled me to the beach.
He walked into the water. I followed. The water was warm. The ocean floor disintegrated at my feet with every step. Maximo grabbed me and pulled me into his front. He pulled me further out into the water. He pulled me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He kissed and sucked my neck. “Happy?” He asked, like he was trying to please me.
“So far, so good.” I smiled softly at him.
“Good, let’s go make some food.” He said putting me down and leading me out of the water. I followed closely. He led me into the kitchen and sat me down on a stool by the island. He poured me a whiskey sour and opened the fridge pulling out 2 steaks that were pre-seasoned.
He took the steaks out to the back porch and started the grill. He walked back inside and grabbed a beer, coming over to me and pulling me off the stool, leading me outside. “Sit.” He led me to a lounge chair, I was still completely naked. I looked at my beautiful dress on the ground by the pool. I watched as he put the steaks on the grill and drank his beer. He really was handsome. The way his body moved and his muscles tensed.
When the steaks were finished, he called me to the island. He had made a salad and baked 2 potatoes. “I didn’t know you could cook.” He smiled.
“There is a lot you need to learn about me, esposa. You’re beautiful, Fallon.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it. He cut his steak and began eating, as did I. When we were finished, Maximo cleaned up the kitchen. I watched him, smiling at his humility. He finished soon and led me upstairs. He walked us into the bathroom and started the shower. He had the same soaps here he did in Mexico. He pulled the pins out of my hair and watched my curls fall down my back. He smiled and pulled me into the shower.
He let the water wash over my head. He washed my hair and body, touching me all over. I could see he was getting excited, so I washed him. Touching him all over, especially on his dick. He grabbed my shoulders, squeezing as I ran my hand up and down his dick. He sucked air in through his teeth before pushing me back and pulling my ass into his groin. He let the water fall over my body then pushed me up against the shower wall and shoving his dick into me hard.
I threw my head back, he caught my throat and wrapped his fingers around it. He fucked me hard while holding my throat. I moaned deep in my throat, this turned him on even more, making him fuck me even harder. He slapped my ass hard, the sound echoed in the bathroom. The doorbell rang. “Fuck.” Maximo said, but he didn’t stop, he just fucked me harder before pulling out and coming on my back. He slapped my ass again and got out of the shower, putting on his robe and going to answer the door.