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Her lips were so soft and sweet, angelic and sinful all at once, so that he couldn't help but be utterly enchanted by the girl. She was atop him and all around him at once, the waves of her glossy hair spilling around them in a curtain as their tongues danced together. His long fingers slipped into her hair, enjoying the exquisite feeling of her silky strands as they slid over his skin.

This girl was kissing him with all the warmth and trust that a lover would - with every fibre of her being. She was pouring her heart into it, all love and affection and sweetness, and she was giving it all to him. His heart pounded, his chest swelled...

This was it. She was The One.

Buster couldn't help but chuckle as she peppered his eyes and cheeks with the cutest little smooches. His hands teased their way down her sensitive sides in a half caress, half tickle, just enough to make her squirm atop him and giggle a little. The tinkling laugh was infectious, her cute little smile was enough to put him in a playful mood. And then she just had to tell him she wasn't ready to let him go just yet.

He quirked a thick eyebrow at her. "What gave you the idea that I'd be done already?" He teased, sitting the both of them upright so that she was in his lap, "I thought I told you I'd never let you go. You didn't think I was kidding about that, did you?"

Before she could answer, he gripped her ass and stood up with her still impaled on his cock. Her arms gripped him as she squeaked in surprise, but the boy wasn't going to let her fall. He did, however, allow gravity to sink her all the way down his cock. Her walls fluttered around him and his breath shuddered at the sensation.

"Besides," He began conversationally and took a step, bouncing her way harder than necessary, "you told me that your pussy is mine now, so I'm afraid you're stuck with me." To make his point, he started walking back out towards the kitchen, rocking his hips with each and every step, effectively fucking her as he moved.

But as he leaned to kiss her deeply, he suddenly stopped. That itch, that sudden uncontrollable desire rose up within him and his hands twitched to clench her rear possessively.

A beat passed.

Suddenly her back was pressed firmly to the wall and he was railing her with reckless abandon, thrusting wildly up and into her cunt like a man possessed. There was no warning, no hesitation, just feral rutting into the girl. Her body was pinned to the wall, helpless to move or do anything but take the massive cock as it plunged repeatedly into her womb.

Buster drilled into her womb relentlessly, body trapping her against the wall, his hands everywhere. Touching, squeezing as if he couldn't get enough of her, as if she'd disappear if he dared to stop. As if she'd squirm free if he even considered slowing down.

And they couldn't have that.

No, she was right where she needed to be - with her arms and legs around him, screaming in ecstacy and cumming all over his cock. Again and again and again. The pictures on the wall shook with every thrust, their juices were mixing together and dripping onto the floor beneath them.

Mon amour is what she'd called him, and it had made his blood run wild with the hope that perhaps she was already falling in love with him. If she loved him it would be so much easier to convince her to come home with him, stay with him, welcome him inside her slick, velvety pussy day and night.

She was perfect. From the richly tanned smooth skin to her flirty voice, her silken hair to her teal eyes sparkling with mischief. She tempted him as a fairy would, unspoken promises dancing behind the looks she gave him, beckoning him to give everything he had to her. And he would. He'd give and give and give until she begged him to stop.

Instead she kept begging him for more.

His cock throbbed in desperate want for her, aching for her even though he was already fucking her against the wall like a feral animal. "More, more, more!" He moaned with each thrust, a mantra as he jack-hammered into her until the dawn's vivid colors had long since faded and the sky was blue and clear.

Her walls were spasming around him once more wildly as she screamed again, soaking him once more with her orgasm and finally, finally he let loose inside her, shooting more of his hot seed into her already full womb. Instinctively, he kept her held tightly to him until the last of his seed flooded into her baby chamber. His lips pressed against her temple as the boy held her there until his breathing steadied.

The monster of a cock pulsed inside her, throbbing steadily. Buster's eyes had fluttered shut as he came down from the uncontrollable lust, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his mind cleared. His pupils, which had been blown wide while he was ravaging her, finally returned to normal as he focused on how she looked pinned helplessly against the wall. His hips started rocking into her steadily again until he shook his head and finally pulled her away from the wall.

"Oh sweetheart," his voice was apologetic, "I hope you weren't too uncomfortable being fucked against the wall so long." He kissed her forehead softly, then started walking them to the kitchen again, "And let me get us some water. Your throat must be almost raw by now."

No effort was made to stop fucking her.

Rather, he resumed pumping steadily into her as he moved, his pace relaxed but not slow. Once he'd gotten them each some water, he slowed the pace only as they drank so that neither of them would choke. And as soon as they finished their glasses, he resumed his pace.

"So how would you like me to fuck you next?" He smiled down at her conversationally, as if he wasn't already fucking her, "Want me to put you on the table and eat you out again? Or I can bend you over and take you from behind? I brought some toys with me if you want to have a little fun." At this point, his hips had unconsciously sped up as he gave her some options. "Of course, if you need a little break I understand. We can pick up right where we left off as soon as you're ready."

Leaning forward slightly, he nuzzled his nose against hers and gave it a quick kiss. "Alright, they're just in my bag." Buster grinned,  dipping them both down to snatch it from the floor and plop it onto the table, "These are what I usually bring when I travel anywhere." With that, he unzipped the bag with one hand while keeping his lover firmly in place so that he could keep pumping into her.

One by one he began pulling out toys and devices from the duffel bag. First, one of those wireless bullet vibrators with a pearly finish, then a long slim pink curved vibrator, a lengthy string of jade green anal beads, a dildo, a cock ring with a dildo attached to it, multiple bottles of flavored lube and massage oils, several types of silky restraints and a sleek black remote that didn't appear to go with anything on the table.

The boy allowed her a few moments to take in the array of sex equipment on the table while he steadily thrust into her. Now that they were all laid out on the table like that it made him look like he was some sort of sexual deviant... which was true, he absolutely was, but that was beside the point.

Clearly she had already figured that out, and likely rather quickly.

After all, he'd immediately agreed to the initial booty call that had been meant for her underperforming, undeserving boyfriend. Not only that, he'd called her, tempted her to have phone sex with him, then convinced her to agree to make it a video call. But even that hadn't been enough for the horny teenager. He'd used his looks, his charm, and his smooth velvety voice to find out where the closest airport was and hopped a twenty hour flight so that he could fuck her until she was addicted to him.

It was no secret that he desired her, craved her, wanted her all to himself. She was so beautiful and had been so lonely and horny that he couldn't help but want to take her away from the boy that didn't appreciate her. The lust had been clear in her eyes when he'd first seen her through the screen of his phone, but the loneliness had been peeking out from behind it. And the decision to steal her from her miserable situation and keep her for himself was as easy and natural as breathing.

"Do you see any you like?" His voice was easy, curious, masking the insatiable desire to fuck her until she couldn't walk.

Buster was more than willing to take her into his arms and shower her with all the love and affection she could ever want. Previous lovers would tell him he was clingy and obsessive, and complain that he was smothering them with his excessive sex drive and exhausting marathon sex.

But this girl was different from them, instead screaming for more and more. She'd asked him - a complete stranger she'd just met - to forego any condoms while they were having sex, even though he'd warned her that he'd want to cum inside her. And when he'd filled her womb, and she was begging him to knock her up, a dark desire had bubbled up within him to match the raw need to be with her. The idea of getting her pregnant when they had literally just met had gripped him hard, sinking it's claws into his soul and taking him hostage.

Unexpected as it was, the boy realized he wanted to see her round with his child.

But if she truly wanted it or if he did happen to knock her up, he knew he wouldn't ever let her go. Come hell or high water he'd find a way to keep her by his side, no matter what. Sure, it was possessive. But if need be he'd use everything he had to his advantage, even if he had to resort to dirty tricks and underhanded means.

On the plus side, she seemed to enjoy how possessive he was of her. So he'd show her how much he wanted her, how much he was willing to do anything she wanted in bed, how much he wanted to take care of her. This beautiful girl he had been thrusting into almost the entire time he's been in France deserved to be treasured and he wanted to show her how good it would be if she was his girlfriend.

"Oh, and would you prefer me to bend you over this table or should I take you from behind on the couch?" He asked, kissing her softly as her eyes traveled over each of the toys, "I want you to feel good while you're taking my cock."

"Ah?!" The unexpected sharp sting of her teeth on his neck made him gasp and jump. It also made him throb with need. "D-don't worry they're clean, I promise!" Buster stammered, horny and confused all at once. What the hell was that for? He wondered, looking at his lover in bewilderment. But then she smiled at what he assumed to be a mark, licked it soothingly, and seemed satisfied enough to peruse her options.

Flustered, he considered the girl he was still bucking into. Everything had been fine until he'd mentioned traveling with this variety of sex toys, but that didn't explain her sudden need to bite him. She'd been wailing her pleasure for hours on end while they'd been all over each other and he'd thought that she was enjoying herself. What had he done wrong? He wracked his brain for a possible explanation and came up with nothing. Unless...

Could it be that she was jealous?

No, it couldn't be that... could it? Was it possible that the idea of him previously hooking up with and fucking random people had sparked jealousy in this pretty little minx? After some consideration, it was clear. There was no other explanation. That little bite of hers was a sign that she was already getting possessive of him, just like he was of her.

Oh, this was good. Buster grinned darkly, secretly delighted that she was getting possessive of him. It meant that she was already becoming addicted to him and that meant that she would be more open to moving to Rai Island. Preferably in his house.

Her choice of erotic toys brought him out of his fantasy and he grinned at her. "You've never done anal before?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Well don't worry sweetheart, I know just how to get you into it." Scooping up the vibrator and anal beads, he easily carried her to the couch and circled around the front. Grabbing the pillows, he stacked them in the middle of the cushions and begrudgingly pulled out of her pussy slowly, enjoying the exquisite feeling as long as possible before he set her on her knees on the couch, facing the pillows.

"Go on and lean over that for now so we can keep your ass in the air." The boy instructed, sliding onto the couch behind her and guiding her over the stack, "We'll start with a finger first and then I'll start putting the beads in, okay? We'll work up to the vibrator." A large hand rubbed her posterior comfortingly for a moment before he dipped two fingers into her soaked cunt and thrust them until they were dripping with her juices.

"Good thing you're soaked." He said warmly, trailing the fluids towards her backdoor and circling the sensitive hole. He tapped it, mouth quirking in amusement as it twitched at the contact. "Okay, I'm going to put my cock in you before I start working your ass so that you won't be hyper-focused on the anal."

And then he was sliding into her cunt from behind, the new angle allowing him to sink in deeply and drag his barbells across a different part of her inner walls this time. He moaned in appreciation, cock twitching inside her in approval. His other hand came down on her rear to open her up and he slowly pushed one soaking finger inside.

For a girl who's never had anal before, his finger had gone in easily.

"You must really trust me." Buster couldn't help the pleasantly surprised tone as he began smoothly sliding his finger in and out of her rear, bucking his hips gently as he did so. His thumb caressed the sensitive skin around her hole as he worked both her holes slowly. At this rate, they could move on quickly to get down and dirty.

Quite frankly he was half tempted to skip the anal beads entirely and slip the vibrator in, but he wisely restrained the urge. If he were too impatient she might be uncomfortable and not want to keep going, and the boy didn't want that. It was important to give her the best experience possible when introducing her to anal after all, and he wanted her to enjoy it and ask for it again.

"I must admit I'm pretty impressed. Even I tensed up the first time I had anal."

At her whispered plea, he crooked his finger back towards him again and again, beckoning more trembling cries from her soft lips. A sadistic grin broke out across his face. "My, my... what an impatient girl." Buster teased, keeping the iron grip around her waist steady, "Are you sure you want to start begging already? You've only cum twice so far like this."

She made a noise of lusty exasperation and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Alright sweetheart, I'll have mercy on you." He conceded, sliding his finger all the way out and pushing back inside her with two. He felt her hole tighten and twitch around his fingers, felt her cunt twitch around his rod. This girl really was perfect for him. She was so open, so willing to let him do all sorts of raunchy things to her and it felt so right.

He started working her a little faster, a little rougher, pumping in and out until she cried out her release again. Then he slid his fingers back out completely. "Alright, let's switch to the beads, lover girl." He spoke softly and pushed the first round bead inside her rear. She was lubed up enough that it went in easily, so he pushed in the next, then the next. Bead after bead without stopping until they were all inside and only the ring at the end remained.

His grin turned wicked. "Ready?"

But before she could answer, he started pulling the string out slowly. One by one they popped out, fully stimulating her because of his choice of speed. His grin only grew as he made sure she felt every nerve-frazzling sensation as each bead slowly emerged with a small 'pop'.

Buster practically cackled with glee as he set the jade beads off to the side and snatched up the slim vibrator. That orgasm had shaken her harder than any of her previous ones - at least in the last few hours - and had her holes spasming wildly around him. Who would've ever thought that a girl who'd never had any experience with anal would be so into it immediately?

At this rate, she'd be begging him for the cockring he'd brought along.

Good.

Leaning over her and making sure every possible inch of his skin came into contact with hers, he was delighted at the heat radiating from her toned body. His lips reached her ear and he nibbled at it affectionately. "It's so easy to make you cum, darling." His voice moaned into her ear as he rocked his hips into her. He brought the vibrator to her lips, "Get this ready for me, won't you?"

The moment she took the vibrator in her mouth, he slid his free hand to her plump breast to fondle it lovingly. Tugging at her nipple, rolling it, he massaged her breast with tenderness until he was satisfied that the vibrator was coated in enough of her slick saliva. Carefully retrieving the toy from her mouth, he leaned back just enough so that he had a good angle.

Placing the tip against her still sensitive hole, he pushed it in smoothly and steadily until just the base and control section was sticking out. Of course, her back arched as he was sliding it inside her, but his stubborn grip prevented her from moving too much. The boy, however, resumed leaning over her and as he did, his abdomen pushed the vibrator a little deeper. His hand moved towards the controls as he breathed into her ear.

"I want you in the dirtiest ways."

And then he leaned back enough to reach the 'ON" switch, the vibrator sliding out about an inch and a half or two. A click sounded and it sprang to life in her rear, set by default all the way to maximum. Buster moaned loudly and started fucking her from behind and each time his abdomen moved forward, the vibrator pushed back into her as well.

It felt so good that all thoughts of starting slowly vanished from his consideration immediately, the boy rutting into her hard, fast, rolling his hips and dragging his piercings over her sensitive spot he'd found earlier. The better it felt, the more he thrust into her, building up more of the hedonistic pleasure of railing his lover and pulling release after release from her.

Thrusting within the hot, sweet tightness of her cunt had become more than an aching want... it was a full blown need now. A need that burned through his whole body so savagely that he jackhammered into the girl below him as if fucking her was the only way to save humanity. The power of his thrusts were egged on by the wicked vibrations pulsing from the rod in her ass, his need screaming at him to rail her until she couldn't walk.

Sweat streaked down over his skin with his efforts and dripped down onto her. But if she noticed, there was nothing she could say or do about it. She was screaming, clawing at everything she could reach as she spasmed around him almost non-stop. But nothing she could do would be enough to stop him now. He'd unintentionally had her in a Brazilian Jiujutsu hold and there was no way she was getting out of that unless she was a secret escape artist.

Not that she had any desire to escape with the way she was still screaming for more.

Buster drove into her mercilessly, grinding against her inner walls as he pushed her through each orgasm without stopping, without slowing even the tiniest bit, until she was delirious with the haze of pleasure. Her legs trembled weakly, her pussy pulsing constantly under the barrage of constant pleasure made his sac twitch, his balls tighten in preparation.

And then her sweet voice moaned to him that she wanted him too, that she couldn't live without him anymore... that he'd ruined her. Those sweet words were his undoing and he felt his hot thick load shoot through his cock and burst into her already overly flooded womb. For what felt like an eternity he felt an alarmingly large amount of seed pump through him and directly inside her baby chamber.

Shakily, he released her from the inescapable hold and shut off the vibrator, leaning up off his lover so that the cool air could soothe their heated skin. Sweat ran off his body and dripped down onto hers as he carefully moved off her. Gently, with the utmost care he slowly slid the vibrator out of her rear and set it to the side with the anal beads. Giving her tush a loving little rub he slowly slid out of her sensitive pussy.

Immediately he wanted to slam right back in.

But he wisely stopped himself from doing so. "Okay, we're going to take a little break now so we can recover." The boy said, gently pulling his lover off the mound of pillows, "Because if we don't, I'll just keep fucking you until we're both hospitalized. Besides, like you said, I just put you through the wringer and ruined you for all the other boys." He looked particularly pleased about this and lovingly stroked her cheek.

"Now I'm going to nurse you back to health so I can fuck you more later." He chuckled warmly and kissed her, relishing in the comfort it gave him, "You poor, sweet girl. You're going to be so sore."

"It sounds fun but over-fucking ourselves into hospitalization hurts like hell, and then we'd be on forced bed rest and not allowed to have sex for at least a week!" Buster lamented, "Trust me, you don't want that." His large, warm hands stroked her smooth skin lovingly. "I want you every day and night, so we'll have to make sure we're in tip-top shape for that."

He grinned brightly at her.

"Oh and since you've decided to transfer exclusive ownership of your pussy to me - because I've ruined you and you can't live without me anymore," The boy quoted her words with a naughty, excited grin, " I think it's probably a good time to introduce myself. My name's Buster, Buster Neally. I'm your new boyfriend now and you'll never need another man ever again."

"Lucia Ka'Uhane." Buster tried them name out.

"That's quite a lovely name you've got, sweetheart." It sounded exotic to his ears and made the corners of his mouth twitch into a little smile. She must be Polynesian or a Pacific Islander with a name like that. No wonder she'd mentioned never forgetting a beach she'd been to before. "Have you got a nickname you'd prefer like Luce or Lucy? Or would you rather I just call you mine?"

He snuggled into the crook of her neck and peppered kisses in the sensitive area near her collarbone, only pulling back to get a good look at her while she was giggle, then he dove back in. Her body was incredibly comfortable to hold, her slim form offering little resistance against him as he showered her with affection. It felt so right just holding her, touching her, as if this girl had been meant for him all along and it had just taken some effort to find her.

She belonged in his arms.

And this Tyler douchebag would find that out the hard way.

And Buster was going to do everything in his power to keep her there. Even little things most people would take for granted, like cooking. Considering that, it had been quite some time since he'd eaten on the plane and the sun's position in the sky deemed it to be mid to late morning now. He also hadn't seen his gorgeous new girlfriend eat anything yet either, so now was as good a time as any to remedy that.

He took the opportunity and stood up with her in his arms. Cradling her easily in his arms despite her being surprised, he walked out towards the kitchen. "Now that we've had some incredibly gratifying sex for the last six hours or so, why don't I make us some breakfast?" The boy asked, gently setting her on one of the counter tops. He gave her a smooch, then opened up the fridge and turned back towards her.

"What are you in the mood for?"

The mental image of Lu getting down on her knees, placing her delicate hands on his hips and taking his hefty cock into her hot mouth immediately reignited his burning desire for her. He'd flung the refrigerator door shut and was looming over her in seconds, pupils blown wide with raw need and hand shooting up to gently fist the hair at the nape of her neck. Angling her head towards him, his mouth came down to claim hers with an almost savage growl.

"You little minx." Buster's tone was accusatory and thick with lust, "I told you that we need to rest, and get something to eat and drink." His free hand trailed down the line of her neck, traced the dip near her clavicle, then palmed her breast. The hand was large enough to spread heat from his touch alone as he squeezed and rolled the soft flesh, pinching at the dusty nipple until it became a hard bead. "But you didn't listen to reason." At this, he bent down and sucked her other nipple into his mouth, tonguing it as his gaze bore into hers.

His green eyes burned with open passion as his hand slid from her breast and down to her still moist slit. "You decided to tease me with a blowjob, knowing that I'm trying to control myself and take care of you." The long fingers slid easily back inside her, pumping deeply as he thumbed her clit, "Naughty girl." He grinned darkly at her as her inner walls greedily clamped down onto his fingers.

"Do you have any idea how tempting you really are?"

There was no chance to respond as Buster reclaimed her mouth, swallowing all the sweet noises Lu was making as he fingered her until she came hard. "All I want to do is have you every possible way I can think of, but I need to make sure we get some food, water and rest first." The boy scolded her softly, then slid his cum-soaked fingers between her lips. "You can suck my dick and do anything you want to me afterwards."

Then he carefully released her, took a deep breath, shook himself out of his lust-driven mania and decided, "I'm making omelettes. We can get to know each other over breakfast and then my body is yours to do whatever you want to it. Tie me down, suck my cock, fuck me with some of the toys, and ride me all you want, but we're having breakfast first."

And with that he stuck out his tongue, gave her a cheeky wink and started preparing their meal.

Most people probably wouldn't cook naked so close to a hot stove top, especially if they were still rock hard and incredibly horny. But then again, most people weren't Buster. Considering the fact that he'd cheesed his way from 'some rando she'd accidentally texted' to 'the guy that hopped a plane to France so he could steal her heart', it was probably crystal clear that he was far from normal.

And with the way he was preparing breakfast for the two of them it was clear that he probably did most, if not all, of the cooking at home. Glancing over at the somewhat limp and rather content looking girl sprawled across the counter, he noticed her watching him closely. A soft little smile was on her lips as she watched him cook the omelettes, fluffy and packed with the diced and sauteed fillings. An expert flick of the wrist sent them airborne in a little flip and he caught them in the pan as they came down, sizzling away with a soft hiss.

Once the omelettes were finished and plated, he handed one to Lu and took one for himself.

Once the first bite was in his mouth, it suddenly hit him just how hungry he was. A sharp pang in his stomach reminded him that he did in fact need food - specifically protein - and he downed about a third of his omelette before forcing himself to slow down. It'd do him no favors if eating too quickly made him sick. With that in mind he decided a little light conversation was in order, especially so he could learn more about the girl he was quickly becoming obsessed with.

"You've told me you enjoy surfing and island hopping, what else do you like to do in your free time?" The boy asked earnestly, then grinned cheekily at her, "Aside from me, of course."