EroticReverie

*commissioned*

After I eat, and after Julien fucks me over the table just as he wanted, he pats my ass, leaving my legs quivering. 

"Have to make some phone calls." he says.

I huff and push up, adjusting my swim suit.

"all you've done is work" I whine. "YOU are the one who said you werent going to work" I remind him.

"I wont be long, entertain yourself." He waves his hand in the air, as if there's so much to do on a yacht. 

"Dick" I mutter. 

"Heard that" he calls back.

"Prick!" I yell after him with a smirk on my face, he turns and grabs his cock and makes a kiss with his lips into the air with a wink. 

I throw him the finger and he laughs and I roll my eyes. 

I stay out on the desk for a bit, lounging in the sun and then decide to just hop in the shower and rinse off, and clean myself up. 

I open the closet to where one of the house keepers on the ship has placed all my things. 

I figure "quick" calls, won't be quick, so decide to make myself up, dress up for him.

I choose a pink, almost magenta satin Rosario bustier mini dress. I don't wear any panties because the dress is too tight, and you'd see the panty lines, even of a thong. 

My tits are a little too big for the dress but I manage to get the zipper up in the back. 

With my makeup already done, and my hair blow dried and pulled half back on one side with a little diamond barrette, I add a matching fuschia lip stick and throw on a pair of strappy black heels. 

I walk over to the closet for him and look inside. I smile, grabbing a long sleeve black dress shirt and pull it on, giggling at the way it falls lower than my dress. 

I grab the sides and tie it up, knotting it and then go about finding him. 

After speaking with one of the ship men, he tells me he's up in the top. Where he held his meeting earlier, where he fucked me earlier. 

I make my way up and push open the door slowly, and he doesnt even look up as he talks to someone on his lap top. He's yelling about something. 

Once the door closes behind me and I stand there not moving, he finally looks up, his face tight, stressed and angry, but it falls away and his brows raise. 

The people on the other end are going on and on discussing, arguing as I walk over to the table, at the very opposite end and pull out the chair and sit down, then lift my legs carefully, crossing them, with my heels on the table. 

He must mute himself because he talks to me. 

"Get the fuck over here. Why the hell would you sit down there?" he says and I give a little smirk and a shrug. 

"Why should I give you attention?" I ask. 

"I've wanted yours...and your up here...working....when you could be fucking your hot girlfriend." I tell him and he smirks. 

"what are you a child? You need constant attention?" he teases but I narrow my eyes at him and cross my legs again, moving the other ankle over the top now. 

"I'm your girlfriend." I tell him. 

He blinks. "So act like it...and get over here." 

I scoff. 

"No." I say and cross my arms. 

"Get that sweet ass and hot stripper tits over here Price." he says looking at me. 

"Shut your lap top." I say and he lets out a sigh. 

"Cant" he says. 

"Can." I say, slipping my legs off the table. Rolling my eyes. "Wont." I say and stand and turn and leave the room. 

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I lay on the bed in the suite, the sheets changed from the Mr. Lewis and friend debacle, my skin crawls at the thought. I scroll through my phone but grumble and then toss it on the bed and then push up. I walk over to no longer hed sex display of toys and such. Rolling my eyes at what a waste it is to have this kinky sex boat without really utilizing it. 

By the time dinner comes around he's still up there and I'm bored out of my fucking mind. 

"Mr. Bryant has asked you to come take dinner with him upstairs."  one of the crewmen says finding me in the suite on the couch watching some random action flick that was in the dvd player. 

"Tell Mr. Bryant to jump off the side of the boat." I say and he nods. 

"and make sure you say boat!" I yell after him and he nods as he leaves. 

A few minutes later my phone rings and I know it's him, but I don't get up to grab my phone from where I left it earlier, I let it ring. The lazy bastard can come down here if he wants to speak to me. 

After about twenty minutes , I fight the urge to look over when I see him walking into the suite. 

He pulls off his tie, I see his hands moving and pulling it from his neck. I hear his belt buckle and then see him pull that from his pants too, my eye unblinking, still refusing to acknowledge him. 

"Price" his voice is low, a warning that HE can not be ignored. Me on the other hand, it's totally fine to ignore me for the better half of the day. 

I pluck a piece of popcorn from the bag in lap, still wearing my hot ass dress and his shirt, but my heels are on the floor somewhere. My hair is now scooped up into a high flowing pony tail. 

"I'm talking to you." he says. "Don't be a cunt." 

My eyes flick to him and I squint, narrowing my eyes. 

"Fuck you." I say and look back to the tv. 

He grumbles and I jump as he starts to stalk over to me, and I can feel the mood he's in, it's a dark one. There's dirty playful, and dirty rough. He's in the mood for the latter right now. I can already feel the pressure of him grabbing me before he does. 

I'm off the couch and running across the room, with a little bit of fear, but smiling with the excitement. 

He comes after me, and I dip out of the side door, and onto the deck and turn looking both way and go for back of the yacht. 

My heart is pounding as I yelp , looking behind me when I see him gaining. Fucker is just like those scary movie men, seems to not be moving fast at all, but gaining like a son of a bitch. 

I squeal as Farrah steps out before I get to the main back part of the deck. She jumps and I grab her and move around her and she laughs when she realizes Julien is chasing me. 

I go down the servants stairwell , pull a small door that looks like a closet. 

Bingo I think, slipping inside the small linen closet. The small space lined with shelves of towels, bedsheets and the like. I hold my breath as I hear his footsteps on the stairs. I clap a hand over my mouth, smiling behind it, and cant believe im so turned on by an aggressive game of hide and go seek on his yacht. 

I hear his foot steps pass and go down the small hall, he opens a few doors. Then walks back my way and back up the stairs , his heavy foot steps falling on them. I giggle to myself, and wait a minute. Letting my heart stop racing and still catching my breath. 

I open the door and step out.

I feel him there , and before I'm able to scream his arm slings around my waist, his hand around my mouth, my heart beat thudding hard again in my chest as he pushes me back into the linen closet. Pinning me inside with his body as he pulls the door shut.

HE mustve snuck back down those stairs so quietly, to be hiding behind the fucking door when I came out, my heart beats wildly as he reaches his arm thats around my waist, sliding that hand down and pulling up on my tight dress, and I hear the satin rip. 

My pussy get soaked instantly at the way he then grabs and rips the fabric. A dress that cost him over a thousand dollars, torn to shreds like it's nothing.

"Caught you bitch" he whispers in my ear. 

"Now spread your fucking legs nice and wide." he says and I groan and put my hands on the shelves and shake my head. 

I bite his hand and he growls, pulling it from my mouth then spinning me around and smacking me across the face. I gasp as he drops his pants, grabbing my leg, and lifting it and finding me in the dark closet. Knowing my body so well that his cock thrusts into me on the first try. 

I cry out and he covers my mouth again, and starts to thrust hard. 

Punishing me with every thrust, I moan into his hand. 

"Take this fucking shit off." he says pulling at my clothes in the dark, then reaches over flicking on a light and my eyes squint momentarily to adjust and he pulls the rest of the dress from me. 

My back digs into the shelves as he lifts me and makes me wrap my legs around him as he pins my body hard to the shelves and fucks me. 

I cry out and grab his hair in my hands, pulling and groaning as he fucks me like a wild animal in the small little closet. 

It's his yacht, he could fuck me anywhere, but it's turning me on so much that we're confined to the small little space, hiding, him taking me.

"Julien" I moan as his mouth comes to my neck and he thrusts, his hands digging into my as he holds me. 

One of the shelves creak and I jerk my head and Julien back up as the shelf falls. I laugh and then we both go flying as Julien loses his balance and falls backward, into the door that busts open and we pour out into the hallway. 

After the initial shock, I laugh and Julien groans, finding me and pulling me back to him. I laugh and he grins and rolls over, getting ontop of me in the hallway and making his way back into me. 

He's smiling, laughing with me , both of us also moaning at the same time. 

"fuck" I laugh through a moan. 

Pulling me up and into his lap, as he sits on his knees I put my feet to the floor and bounce on his cock as I hold onto his neck and he holds my lower back. 

I roll my hips with him buried inside me. 

"I want your attention Julien.....I want it always....I hate when you're not looking at me....or touching me.....or kissing me, or fucking me" I say and he grins. 

"needy girl" he groans. 

I nod. 

"I'm yours for the rest of the night." he says. 

"and all day tomorrow and the next, till we're off this boat, you promised." I say.

He growls. "Call it boat again Jenna" he narrows his eyes and I laugh. 

"Fuck you and your stupid little boat" I tease, cause he hates me not calling it a yacht. 

I squeal when he lifts me, slapping my ass, then grabbing it hard and thrusting up into me. I scream out and hold onto him 

He growls as he stands , I keep my legs around him, his cock inside me as he carries me up the stairs. 

I giggle and kiss him, loving how hot he is, how he handles me. 

"better hold the fuck on" he says and grins when he takes me to the hip level railing on the side of the boat and sits me on it. 

I squeal and he grins, holding the bars in his hands, the railing in his grip as he fucks me. I scream , the fear making me even more turned on, nothing bad would happen if I fell, i'd simply get wet, at the worst, a painful smack on the water. 

The wind whips my pony tail and the breeze off the water is strong,

Pulling me down he turns me around and makes me hold onto the railing, and slides back inside me. 

I gasp as his cock fills me again, bent over, his hands on mine his mouth on my neck, on my shoulder, over the top of my back and he groans. 

"if you ever leave me" he groans. "I'll burn the fucking world to the ground" he says into my ear and I moan, his hands gripping mine over the railing tighter. 

I shake my head. "If you leave me, I'll burn you and whatever bitch is responsible." I say looking over my shoulder and he grins, snatching my mouth and kissing me deeply. 

His hips smack against my ass and I moan as he grunts into my mouth. 

WE hear the foot steps of a crew mate stop and then turn and leave from walking this way and I keep kissing him as he promises to fill me with cum. 

"please" I whimper against his mouth. 

"put it in my pussy" I whine, begging. 

I bite his lip and he groans, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back even more and putting his tongue in my mouth as he thrusts hard, jerking his hips giving me his load. 

I groan and he grabs my tits with one hand, then the other, holding them as he gives a slight jerk of his hips, and I hang my head and moan as he pumps the last drops into me. 

"i fucking love you" he breathes.