Chapter 5 Eat that pusssssyyyyy

Chapter 5: Eat that pusssssyyyyy

Jules laughed, looking at her. "Hey mama..."

Tori laughed too, shaking her head. If he was asking if he could go, then no was the answer. He wasn't allowed to go the fuck anywhere. He could just come live in her pussy forever.

"That's a big nigga..." Tori said when she finally put her legs down, she stared at his dick admiringly. Damn. It was big, beautiful, sweet. It was the best sex and dick she ever had, and it was addictive. She licked her lips, looking away, embarrassed and shy she wanted more.

Jules looked away, trying hard not to laugh at her. "It might be the molly talking but I like the way it sounds."

The second round was even crazier, he bent her over for a doggy and in a couple of minutes they both had their cum everywhere on the bed. Jules relaxed into her pussy, exhaling. It was even sweeter from the back. Slowly he raised his head, staring at her...her cute lips. She had the warmest and juiciest pussy he'd ever seen.

"Ummm...can I yunno...wash off?" Tori asked, with a coy smile on her lips. "And...I want to pee too."

"Sure." Jules responded with a quick nod and smile, pulling out.

Tori stood outside the bathroom, frowning at the silent sink. She turned the handle again, nothing. Not even a drip.

"Jules!" she called out. "Your fancy boat's broken."

From somewhere on deck, his voice drifted back, amused. "It's not broken. You didn't turn the water on."

She blinked. "How do I do that?"

A few moments later, Jules appeared in the narrow hallway, still drying his hands on a towel. The smirk on his lips made her stomach do a small, ridiculous flip.

"You city people," he teased, brushing past her. "You think yachts run like apartments."

He crouched beside a small panel on the wall, flipped a silver lever, and pressed a button. A soft hum filled the air.

"There," he said, straightening. "Water's on. Don't forget to turn it off when you're done or you'll drain the tank."

Tori raised a brow. "So many rules for just peeing."

"Welcome to yacht life," he said, grin widening. "Try not to break anything."

She rolled her eyes and went inside. "I'll try."

The door clicked shut behind her. Jules chuckled quietly and leaned on the wall, waiting.

A minute later, she came out, looking sheepish but freshly washed.

"Everything okay?" he asked casually.

"Mm-hmm." She smoothed her hair, pretending she was confident.

"You didn't flush tissue in there, did you?"

Tori froze. "What?"

Jules tilted his head, that teasing spark back in his eyes. "Tell me you didn't."

"I... did," she admitted slowly. "Is that-bad?"

He groaned dramatically. "Disaster level bad. You can't flush tissue here. It'll clog the pipes and jam the pump. You're supposed to use the bin."

Her eyes went wide. "You're joking."

"I wish I was. The last time someone did that, we had to call a plumber in the middle of the ocean."

"I told you this is my first time on a yatch." Tori's face flushed pink. "Oh my God, Jules!"

He laughed softly, stepping closer. "Relax. I'll check the system. You're not the first to do it."

"That doesn't make me feel better," she muttered, avoiding his gaze.

He bent a little, catching her eyes anyway. "You're cute when you panic, you know that?"

Tori blinked, her heart skipping. "And you're insufferable when you're smug."

He grinned. "Good thing I'm both charming and useful then."

She shook her head, trying not to smile. "Next time, maybe give me a manual before I destroy your precious yacht."

"Or," he said, his voice dropping playfully, "I could just give you a private tour. One on one lessons. Hands on."

Tori bit back a laugh. "I bet you'd like that."

"Oh, I'd love it," Jules said with a wink.

Her blush deepened. She turned away, pretending to study the sea through the porthole. "You're impossible."

"Come over here," he murmured, his grin audible in his tone. "Bring that pussy lemme eat it real good."

The boat rocked gently beneath them, waves glimmering outside. Between the hum of the water and Jules's lingering smirk.

He led her to the bed, slowly opening her legs, a bottle of liquor in one hand.

She understood the assignment and happily spreed her legs wide open. Anything for Jules.

Tori was yelling his name, scattering her hair as he emptied the bottle of liquor in her pussy then sucked on it.