Chapter 691: The Mysterious Woman Mocks Me

"If you aren’t from the island, why are you going there?" I asked, still looking straight into her eyes without flinching.

The mysterious woman let her gaze drop slowly to the thick, obvious bulge straining against my pants. She stared at it for a long second, then lifted her eyes back to mine. A slow, seductive smile curved her full lips, equal parts amusement and challenge.

"So... you’re one of those young guys who come to our island every other month, seeking something they can’t even handle," she said, her voice low, smooth, and faintly mocking.

I smiled back, refusing to back down from the heavy, almost oppressive aura she carried.

"What is even on that island that is so hard to handle?" I asked, keeping my tone calm and curious.

Instead of answering right away, she stepped closer. Her body moved in until her mouth was only a few inches from mine. Those massive, soft breasts were now just a breath away from my throbbing bulge, the heat of her body radiating against me.

She was deliberately trying to overwhelm me with her presence, the scent of her skin, the way her heavy curves filled the space between us, and having her that close only made my cock ache harder.

"I don’t know... why don’t you find out for yourself?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

I played along, keeping my voice steady even as heat flooded through me.

"Let’s go then. We can find out what the big deal is in my cabin downstairs."

She leaned in even closer, her soft lips almost brushing the shell of my ear as she spoke in a husky, intimate whisper.

"Why don’t you just jerk off like the rest of your friends? You can’t handle a real woman."

That final taunt was enough. I knew I had to break her right there.

Without ever looking away from her eyes, I put both hands on my pants. I slowly opened the button, then dragged the zipper down with deliberate care.

The moment the fabric gave way, my thick, massive cock bounced free into the cool night air, fully hard, heavy, and veiny, the head already glistening as it stood straight out between us, only inches from her soft body.

The woman stared at my cock with those same heavy, lust-drunk eyes. She looked at it the way a starving animal looks at fresh meat, like she wanted to tear it apart with her teeth the second her mouth got close enough. Her soft, full lips were slightly parted, and I could clearly see the hunger in her expression, as if her mouth was already watering at the thick, veiny sight standing hard in front of her.

For a long moment it felt like she was so completely mesmerized by it that she had forgotten how to breathe. The cool night air and the sound of the waves seemed to disappear; the only thing left was the way she was staring at my cock.

I wrapped my hand around the heavy shaft and started stroking it slowly, deliberately, never once breaking eye contact with her.

"I don’t think you can handle a real man’s cock," I said, my voice low and steady, almost challenging.

She dragged her gaze from my cock up to my eyes.

Without a word she leaned closer. Her mouth came so near to mine that I could feel the heat of her breath against my lips. She didn’t pause or hesitate for even a second. She simply pressed her soft, warm lips against mine and started devouring me in a deep, hungry, passionate kiss.

She didn’t make a single moan or sound. She just kissed me hard, her mouth working against mine with raw need, tongue sliding in to claim me. I kissed her back with the same intensity, gripping the moment as tightly as she was.

The fact that this older, mature woman was openly claiming my mouth right there on the deck, under the moonlight, made my blood boil with pure, aggressive lust.

After a long, wet, breathless moment she finally pulled her face back just enough to look at me. Her heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes stayed locked on mine from only a few inches away. Her warm breath mixed with mine in the cool night air, and I could still taste her on my lips.

She bit her lower lip hard, hard enough that I saw the soft flesh turn pale under her teeth, then spoke in a low, commanding voice that left no room for argument.

"Follow me."

Without another word she turned around and started walking away. Her thick, juicy ass swayed heavily with every slow, deliberate step. The soft white fabric of her dress clung tightly to those massive cheeks, outlining every soft curve, every jiggle, and the deep, tempting cleft between them.

The sight was so powerful that all I could think about was burying my face between those heavy cheeks and devouring both of her holes until her legs gave out.

I tucked my cock back into my pants and followed her without hesitation. I already knew I was going to have the time of my life tonight on this trip to the island. I still didn’t fully understand what the deal was with this woman, but her sexual energy was so intense, so overwhelming, that I wanted her more than anything else in that moment.

I walked slowly behind her as she moved ahead of me down the deck. She never once looked back. She didn’t need to. She knew exactly how irresistible her body was, even a dead man wouldn’t have been able to stop following the hypnotic sway of those heavy hips and that thick, juicy ass.

I followed her down the narrow stairs into the lower part of the ferry, never taking my eyes off her body for even a second. In the dimly lit corridor below, we passed the old man who had warned us earlier.