“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” I begged.
He notched himself into my opening and paused. “Last chance to change your mind.”
I shoved my hips back, trying to take him, but he held me still with one hand on my hip.
“Say it again.”
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, Hall, I need—”
That’s when he slammed into me. All the way to the hilt in one brutal thrust, so deep I felt him in every cell of my body.
Then he pulsed his hips hard, eliminating every last bit of space between us.
I let out a squeak of surprise and grabbed the old wooden railing. He gave me no time to adjust to the size of him.
Just started fucking me, hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust.
He was a beast. Out of control. Taking what he wanted… what I gave to him freely.
Rodney had never been like this. He’d been smooth and polished. But Hall was like an animal, putting all those muscles of his to good use.
Thisis what it was supposed to feel like.
My body responded to him, my pussy clenching tight around his hungry shaft as he took and he took and he took some more.
I came within minutes. The orgasm he’d denied me earlier crashed through me like a tidal wave.
That’s when I cried out into the valley, my voice echoing off the trees.
A hawk soared through the morning sky, riding the thermals with lazy grace, and I watched it through tear-blurred eyes as pleasure ripped me apart.
Hall was like that hawk. Top of the food chain. In complete control. A man who could take anything he wanted if he just let himself believe he could.
And he wantedmeeeeee. How had I ever gotten so lucky?
He fucked me through my peak, his rhythm never faltering.
His movements were hungry, almost desperate, like he’d been starving for this.
Starving forme.
My stomach pressed against the wooden railing, the thin material of my nightgown doing nothing to protect my skin from the rough abrasion of the old wood.
But I didn’t care. Every sensation was exquisite. The burn of the wood, the stretch of his cock, the cool morning air on my flushed skin.
His hands found my breasts through the nightgown. Then he gripped the neckline and ripped it down, exposing me to the chilly air.
My nipples were so hard they ached, and he pinched them roughly, rolling them between his fingers as he pounded into me.
“You’re tightening on my cock.” His voice was a growl against my ear. “You gonna come for me again?”
I couldn’t even form words. Just a breathless, garbled sound that might have been his name.
He laughed, dark and satisfied, and dropped one hand to my clit. His fingers stroked me hard and fast, matching the brutal rhythm of his thrusts.
It was impossible to hold back, and I shattered on his cock again.
