Stranded Beauty

By Candy Quinn

She looked like she'd just walked off a magazine spread onto the deserted island.

His deserted island.

He'd claimed it years ago, and she was the first person who stumbled upon it in years. All she wants is to return back to New York, to her photoshoots and fad diets. All he wanted was some sweet release, in return for helping her.

And he has some very specific tastes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pathforgers Publishing
• Release date: Aug 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005112646

Candy Quinn

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Book Themes: bareback, breeding, strangers, anal, oral, BDSM, roleplay

Word Count: 16179

Stranded Beauty

CHAPTER ONE

There she was, a beauty that belonged on billboards or at least a centerfold spread, washed up on a sunny beach. She had a body that could turn every head in a room, just laid out unconscious on the sand. She wore little, just a string bikini, and even that was dangling off. Her large, heavy breasts spilling out of the top, so full and perfectly natural.

Yet she lay there, washed up after a storm threw her off the yacht she was travelling on.

It was like that he found her. The big, burly man was a former soldier and survivalist who now called the island his. He retired there, and the island’s fruit, fishing and hunting was more than enough for him to survive on by himself.

He’d not seen a soul in years.

The storm the previous night had done little to bother him, camped out in the center of the island in a home he made himself from the island’s resources and what he took with him.

Mack they called him in his military days. Big, broad-shouldered, bulging with muscle and peppered with grey hairs. His skin was sun-kissed, which only heightened the details on his muscular form. And he wore little to boot.

Living alone in the hot tropical sun, his only piece of clothes for a beautiful day like today was a pair of old boxer-briefs. They were faded and snug, leaving his large package nicely outlined so that when he caught sight of that beauty on his beach, the twitch in his loins was more than just noticeable.

He made his way on over, doing his best to scan the area for any other signs of a boat, or survivors. But he’d already made the rounds around the island, and she was the only person or thing that he’d spotted that was out of place.

Getting to the beautiful woman, he crouched down, watching her curiously. Was she even alive? A moment’s glance to her ample chest showed him she was. Those large bosoms heaving ever so slightly.

Damn, he muttered in his gravelly voice, not lamenting her living but just amazed by her good looks. He ran a hand over his trimmed beard. That was one thing he definitely didn’t let go living on his own: he kept his hair in order.

Her eyes fluttered at the sound. The rhythmic waves lapping against the shoreline held a pleasant rush to them, but it was his desirous utterance that stirred her from her spell. He couldn’t see anything wrong with her, though it wouldn’t be surprising for her to have passed out from exhaustion after swimming to the shore.

His island was a long way from civilization, after all.

But even though her eyes fluttered, her breathing was still rhythmic and she clearly hadn’t completely awakened yet.

He watched her, stared at her. He’d not had a woman in so long. He thought he could deal with that, and he had for years. But just seeing her… it put him to the test.

His dick ached with fullness, straining the worn cotton of his briefs as he reached out, carefully plucking up one of the strings of her bikini top, then flicking it out of the way to stare at her bare breast, capped with that pink nipple. So delicious he could just reach out and…

He stopped himself, brought his big, strong hand to her slender neck instead to feel her pulse, give her cheek a pat or two.

Hey, you alive? he asked in that gruff voice.

Her delicate face scrunched up, as though he were a parent waking her for school. He could sense her trying to hold on to her sleep for just a few seconds longer.

He couldn’t be certain whether it was the ocean sounds filling her ears, or the sense of him looming over her and blocking the harsh light from her eyes that finally startled her awake. But when she finally realized that things didn’t feel normal, she startled upright, her blue eyes wide as she tried to grasp where she was.

What had happened.

The last thing she remembered was being on the yacht for the big shoot. It was a working gig, part of her job as an adult model. That night they’d spent a little time partying, drinking, celebrating the new gig. I mean, getting paid to take a tropical cruise aboard a private yacht, screwing and doing whatever they wanted? It was a dream come true!

Except, they never got to do the actual screwing. And their party was curt short when, tipsy, Jennifer was washed overboard in the sudden storm that overtook them.

Or at least, that’s what she thought happened. Her memory of it all was foggy.

But as for Mack, he was just appreciating her near topless form as she sat up, unable to