A third finger joins the first two. The stretch burns in the best way. His other hand wraps around my throat from behind, thumb pressing just enough to make my head spin.

“Tell me you want it darker,” he growls.

“I want it darker,” I breathe.

His fingers thrust harder. The wet sounds are obscene in the quiet cabin. His grip on my throat tightens in rhythm with his hand. “Good girl. You’re going to be my perfect little secret on this island. Smiling at the bride in your pretty dress while my cum leaks down your thighs. While my friends and I pass you around like the desperate whore...