SANTOSRosy's pleasure-filled moans of “more” was what drew me out of the deep daze my want for her threw me in. God, she was like an addiction. Just touching her body a little and I was already craving more. So much more. It had always been like that.I felt angry at myself for not being able to control myself better. I was not supposed to feel that strongly for her. Not anymore.“More....please...!” she cried out again, her eyes closed as she fumbled with my jeans.It took everything in me to pull away from her. I raised my head from her beautiful breast and stepped out of her reach. “No,” I stated firmly, more to me than her.“Please,” she gasped out as she reached for me again, but I stepped back and away from her.“I'm not sleeping with you, Rosianna.”“Oh God!Her eyes remained tightly shut and she stayed glued to the wall as if she was nailed there and in pains. “Take me, please...”Those exact words raised painful memories. She said those words to me a few hours before she who

ROSIANNA“What favor is that?” I asked my aunty expectantly.“You see, there's this document we need right now, but we don't have it. It's the document of our property in Chicago we want to sell. The buyers will be coming real soon.”“You don't have it?” I asked, puzzled.She nodded. “Dante forgot it on the island the last time he visited there. Please go to the island and get it for us. We would have asked Santos, but he just came back and has been really busy in the office.”“Oh...”“Can you go up there to the island and get the papers?” she asked hopefully. “I'll call the sailor and have him to come pick at the riverbank. Please?”I wasn’t terribly busy at work that week, and Aunty rarely asked for favors. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. I'll go tomorrow.”“Ah. Thank God.” She breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you, Rosy.”“Just call the sailor and tell him to be ready. I don't want to get stranded at the riverbank waiting for him to show up.”“Of course!” She smiled

SANTOSHer moans filled the air as I thrust into her body, riding her hard.“Fuck me more, baby,” she cried out, her hands gripping the bed sheet and squeezing.I picked her up from the club after work. There was so much tension inside of me, I needed a warm body to loosen up. My mind had been filled with thoughts of Rosianna as I worked. I couldn’t help remembering what her mother said, even after I convinced myself that I had heard wrong.Had Rosy really been kidnapped? When did that happen?“Oh, baby. Harder baby!” the woman moaned, drawing me out of my thoughts.I held her full hips and quickened the pace, the rush of pleasure coursing through me. I rode her roughly, hard and fast, spanking her ass rhythmically.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her gasps filled the air and kept escalating until it turned into loud cry and she came hard.I closed my eyes and rode for my satisfaction, and it didn't take long for me to come with a groan too. I pulled away from her and disposed of the condom. Afterw

ROSIANNAFour hours later, I finally came to grips with the fact that I was stranded on the island with Santos. I finally came to grips with the fact that there was no going back—at least not then. It was a frightening realization. Aunt Mariah should have waited for me to come back. I didn’t care that she was older and she was just trying to help; I planned on paddling her colorful ass!Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself. I was seated in the room’s king-sized bed next to Santos’s, and I wondered how the next few days would be. I had nothing there—no clothes, shoes, creamer, or soap. No pills.Especially my pills. I swallowed tightly and wondered how to get out of the situation. Santos’s presence was already affecting me. More contact with him and I wouldn’t be able to avoid the consequences. The craving. The raw hunger. The deep crawling for satisfaction.I wouldn’t be able to avoid it, I wouldn’t be able to stop it. I shuddered to think what would happen to me when that tim

SANTOSRosianna had been holed up in her room the entire day. She never came out once and it was night now. I was beyond frustrated, glaring at the closed door of her room. Would it be irrational if I kicked that door open and shook some sense into her stubborn ass?It would be irrational, I concluded. I shouldn't have allowed her to take so much food yesterday and put in the fridge. All that fruit...even when she carried the microwave in. Now she’d stay in her room all day, watching one erotic movie after another. I knew this because I passed by her door and heard moans. Low. Throaty. Sometimes, they even sounded pained...Strange that I didn't hear any male groans. Did that mean that Rosy was into watching lesbianism porn? Kinky, I thought with a smile.I took another sip from the wineglass and was about to get up and go out of the house for some fresh air when the moans broke out again from her room.There was no mistaking it this time. Pained moans. Like someone was in pain. In