Do It To Me. P.F. Kozak

he can handle me like you can?” Jennifer threw her leg over Charlie’s. He could feel the damp heat from her pussy on his thigh.

      “He’ll give it what he’s got. If he can’t manage it, you, me and Pet can always go again.”

      “We will anyway. Pet told me after you left that she wanted to, before we reach London.”

      Charlie squeezed the soft flesh of Jen’s breast. “Is that a fact?”

      “That’s why I came here tonight. I wanted at least one time with you alone.”

      “Pet likes to run the show, doesn’t she?”

      “It’s what she does. Her being the boss doesn’t bother me. But I have to tell you, it tickled me silly today when you turned it around on her.”

      Charlie raised himself up on his elbow and looked into Jen’s dark eyes. “I didn’t piss her off, did I?”

      Jen reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. “Not at all. In fact, she told me she wants to keep seeing you, even after this trip.”

      “No shit!”

      “She’s got it all figured out. When she’s not on the ship, she’ll arrange to meet you when you dock.”

      “What about you?”

      “Depends.”

      “On what?”

      “On you, and what you want.”

      “Right now, I want you.” Charlie bent over and pressed his lips against Jen’s lush mouth. He pushed his tongue inside and kissed her. She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding his face to hers.

      Charlie felt her rubbing her pussy against his leg, the slippery moisture coating his thigh. As much as he wanted to prolong being in bed with her, the impulse to roll on top of her overtook him.

      When he pushed her back on the bed, Jen spread her legs wide and raised her knees up. Charlie lowered himself between her legs and positioned his cock for entry.

      He raised his head and again looked into those glorious dark eyes. “Are you ready, Jen?”

      “Bloody ’ell, yes! Frig me, Charlie.”

      He entered her slowly and deliberately, watching her face as he did. She closed her eyes and gasped as his prick pierced her. Then she did something he had never seen a woman do—she arched her back, bared her teeth and growled. He had the unsettling sense that the “Gippsland Phantom Cat” had somehow found its way on board and ended up in his bed.

      Charlie wasn’t about to hurry with this one. He had all night to ride her, and having already shagged three times that day, he knew he could hold on for a bit. Jen had a different idea. She squirmed underneath him and arched her back again, trying to force him to hump harder.

      He leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Jen, I’m going to fuck you slow and easy, maybe even for the rest of the night.”

      “You bloody drongo! Frig me like you did this arvo!” Jen tried her best to increase the rhythm, but Charlie had control.

      His pelvis lifted and lowered like an engine in low gear. “Slow and steady, Jen. That’s what we’re doing tonight. And, my beauty, you’ll love every minute of it.”

      Jennifer struggled and squirmed underneath him. He knew she wanted him to jackhammer her, but he didn’t have the inclination, or the energy. This unhurried pace suited him just fine, and felt damn good.

      Considering how much bigger and heavier he was, Jennifer had no choice but to let him have his way. He didn’t have the advantage of being on top earlier. Now he did, and he intended to make the most of it.

      “Work with me, Jen. Relax and enjoy it, like I am. You’ll be better for it.”

      When he told her to relax, he honestly didn’t think she would. However, her whole body softened underneath him, then joined with his in a syncopated rhythm.

      Once her movement blended with his, they danced a dance as Australian as “Waltzing Matilda.” With each stroke of his penis inside her, Jen’s pelvis met his with a purposeful tempo, meant to slowly escalate the sensation.

      Charlie could feel the pressure building in his balls. Even with the impulse to pick up the pace, he sustained the slow simmer. “How’re you doing, love?” He hoped she might be getting close.

      In a dreamy, almost sleepy voice, Jennifer said, “I’m wonderful. This feels so good.”

      “Yeah, it does to me, too.” He wanted to finish, but he also wanted her to get there. “Don’t go nodding off under me.”

      Jennifer giggled. “Oh, dear Charles, I’m not going to sleep. I’m waiting for you to put the pedal to the floor.”

      Even as he answered, he thumped her harder. “And what will happen when I do?”

      Jen stayed with him as he rode her. “I’m going to make you forget Yooralla.”

      Taking her at her word, Charlie cut loose. He banged her just as hard as he had Pet the night before. Her pussy stayed tight even with the slippery juice that flowed between her legs. All the while, he looked at that beautiful brown face and those gorgeous dark eyes.

      Jennifer clung to him as he humped her. Even with his determination to have her finish first, when he thought of the chocolate-colored skin between her legs he was pushed over the top. Not believing he could come so hard after all the fucking he had done that day, he grunted and quivered as he shot his load inside her.

      With barely enough breath to speak, he apologized. “Christ, Jen, I’m sorry. I tried to hold on, but you’re too damn hot for it.”

      “Roll over, and let me finish against your leg.”

      Charlie didn’t quite understand what she meant, but he obliged. He rolled off her, then found himself wedged against the wall. She quickly sat up so he could lie in the center of the bunk. Then she straddled his leg.

      It didn’t matter that he was fucking exhausted, watching this gorgeous sheila rub against his thigh nearly made his eyes pop out. Her tits jiggled just centimeters from his face as she masturbated against his leg.

      In what may have been one of the hottest moments he’d ever witnessed, this Aboriginal nymphet had an explosive climax right in front of his face. She threw her head back and hissed as she rubbed her soaked pussy against his leg. Her entire body shook for several seconds as her orgasm consumed her.

      When she finally quieted, she fell forward onto his chest, gasping for air. He shifted to the outside edge of the bunk so she could squeeze in by the wall. Charlie stroked her hair. “Jen, are you all right?”

      “I’m bloody fine. I just need to sleep.”

      He knew he should get her back to her cabin, but no way in hell could he drag himself out of bed to do it. What the fuck. He had the day off tomorrow. Jennifer had already drifted off, and a few minutes later, so did he.