Chapter 5 Creampied Against the Railing

Chapter 5

The luxury yacht sliced through the sparkling Aegean waters like a blade. Liora stood at the polished wooden railing on the upper deck, wearing a short, flowing white sundress that barely covered the curve of her ass. The sea breeze kept lifting the hem, teasing anyone who might look. She had followed Kael's order, no panties. Every shift of her thighs made her acutely aware of the sticky remnants of his cum still inside her from that morning.

Silas was in the main salon below, visible through the glass doors, pacing as he shouted into his phone about some multimillion-dollar deal. He hadn't even glanced at her since they boarded.

Kael appeared silently behind her, his tall, powerful body pressing against her back. One large hand slid around her waist while the other slipped straight under her dress, cupping her bare, already-wet pussy.

"Such a good little slut," he murmured hotly against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Walking around with no panties, my cum still dripping from your married cunt. Does it make you wet knowing your husband is right there?"

Liora's breath hitched. "Kael... please... someone could see us."

"Let them watch." His fingers parted her slick folds and circled her swollen clit with slow, teasing strokes. "I want them to see how easily I make you drip while your husband works."

He freed his thick, heavy cock from his pants, rubbing the fat head up and down her dripping slit. Liora gripped the railing tighter, her knuckles turning white.

"Beg for it," he commanded, voice dark and rough. "Beg your husband's best friend to breed you again while he's only feet away."

Heat flooded her face and her core. The words tumbled out before she could stop them. "Please, Kael... fuck me. Fill me with your cum again. Breed your slut while my husband is right there."

With one powerful thrust, Kael buried his entire length inside her from behind. Liora had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out as he stretched her once more. He fucked her in deep, steady strokes against the railing, the yacht's gentle rocking adding to the rhythm.

"Fuck, this pussy was made for me," he growled, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other gripped her hip. "Squeezing my cock so greedily. Your husband could never stretch you like this. Never fill you like this."

Liora's moans grew harder to control as pleasure built rapidly. The risk - Silas potentially walking out at any moment - only made everything more intense.

"Come for me, little breeding whore," Kael rasped, pounding harder. "Milk my cock while I pump another load into your womb."

She shattered with a muffled cry, her walls fluttering and clenching around his thick shaft. Kael groaned deeply and slammed into her one final time, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum. He stayed buried deep, grinding against her ass as he emptied himself completely.

"Keep it all inside," he whispered, kissing the back of her neck. "I want my seed dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day. Every time you feel it, remember who really owns this cunt now."

He pulled out slowly, tucked himself away, and left her leaning weakly against the railing, cum already starting to trickle down her inner thighs.

Liora closed her eyes, heart pounding.

She was getting addicted to the danger.