I don’t even hesitate. “Oh my God, yes!”
“Can youhandlea third, Florence?”
I’m not sure if it’s Evan genuinely checking or taunting me, but in this moment, I don’t care enough to check and quip back. Nodding my head, I grip onto his steely arm.
He pumps so fast—adding another finger—that my tits bounce in my sundress, and soft groans and moans fall from my lips. Getting louder and louder. As I climb higher and higher.
“Shit, Evan, just like that. You’re gonna make me—” My pussy tenses around him.
“Beg me to make you come, trouble. Let me hear you say you want it.”
Resisting the defiant urge to glare at him and respond with a curtno, I press my lips to his and murmur, “Please, Evan, make me come,” because I am so desperate for it that I would do anything right now.
And there isn’t an ounce of me that regrets it because I come so hard that I’m seeing stars. The world is drowned in white, but the man standing in front of me is untouchedby it, every detail of him accentuated, including the way his eyes twinkle with delight at seeing me succumb to the pleasure he’s inflicted upon me.
My whimpering doesn’t stop as he continues to fuck me with his fingers, head flopping back against the bench, eyes staring up at the wispy clouds and orange sky.
“Shit, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.” My breathing comes out in laboured pants, and I peel my hair away from my damp forehead.
“There are more where that came from.” Evan’s planting kisses down my legs, until he gets to my tattered sneakers, and he pulls them off, along with my socks, and throws them to the ground.
“You have some kind of foot fetish, West?”
It makes his shoulders shake with a chuckle. “No, but yours definitely do it for me. Every part of you is perfect.”
I throw him a humoured look, and then sit myself up, leaning forward to work on his shirt buttons. He's wearing far too many clothes.
His shirt is thrown to the side, followed by his shoes.
Jeans.
Socks.
Then boxers.
And he doesn’t waste any time in peeling my sundress from my body. Our clothes are covered in dust, strewn all over the floor, and if anyone were to see the ground right now without spotting us, they’d think some kind of bear attack had occurred where we’d been shredded to bits.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, allowing my eyes to drop down to Evan’s dick that’s standing at attention and pointing right at me. Long and thick. Definitely bigger than anything I’ve ever taken. I lick my lips. “You always gave me big dick energy, but… I’m not sure that’s going to fit.”
“I gave you big dick energy?” Evan chuckles.
“Yeah, to match your personality,” I say, teeth clamping down on my bottom lip. “Fuck, how do you even use that thing?”
“Don't panic, it’ll fit. We’ll make sure it fits.” His gaze sinks. “These fucking tits are perfect, Flo.” One nipple is already in his mouth, the other being pinched and flicked.
I swallow audibly. Like sunlight breaking through a storm, desire rips through me. Desire to have Evan inside me. Filling me. Making me his, even if it’s just for now.
I reach to grip his pulsating cock, but rub my pussy first, gathering as much of my wetness on my fingers as I can, before smearing it over his dick.
“Do that again, baby,” he groans, causing me to smile.
His head tips back with pleasure as I smear more of my juices over him. He grunts as I massage his cock slowly, keeping my legs wide for him, so he can see what rubbing his dick does to me.
“You’re making a mess on the bench. I fucking love it.”
With one hand stroking his dick, swiping the bead of pre-cum that leaks out with my thumb, my other hand swirls around my own clit.
“This is what I wanted in the hotel bathroom in New York, too,” I tell him, eyebrows dragged together with pleasure.
