“I’m clean,” I say. “Condom?”
“I’m clean, too, and yes. Please.”
I fish one from my jeans. She takes it from me, unabashedly, tearing at the edge, still catching her breath. My clothes pile on top of hers. When her eyes return to me, they burn, dropping to my cock. Too angry, veins popping. One touch too many, and I’ll explode.
Her hand closes around me, and I groan. Lights are already going off in my head. My fingers and mouth still wet with her arousal. I need more… so much more.
She leans forward, taking me in her mouth. I groan, tightening my entire body, trying to hold on.
“Do that again, and you’ll be swallowing,” I warn. “Hard.”
She looks up through innocent eyes, lashes batting. “Can think of worse.”
“Not now,” I grunt. “Got to get inside that tight cunt of yours first.”
“First? So, we’ll do this again?” she asks, wicked smile.
She owns me. She already knows it.
“I’ll eat you out anytime you want. Don’t have to ask twice.”
Her pupils blow wide.
“Could get addicted if you let me,” I add, regretting it a moment later.
She’s got me tied in knots. I watch her slide the sheath down over my length, a morose thought forming.
That once willneverbe enough.
Though ithasto be.
What do I have to give her anyway? How could I make her stay? Not fuck everything up… like I always do?
I brush her hands back, gripping the base hard, shutting down my orgasm. But when I look back at Dakota, she’s bentover the trunk backwards, inner thighs glistening with her arousal down to her knees. Round ass the ultimate invitation.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I whisper, voice breaking in my throat. “How much you want me.” It comes out too soft. Like this means something.
She glances over her shoulder, eyes simmering. “Show me how much you want me.”
Thunder crashes, wind straining against the barn when I grab her hips, slide my tip through her once. Twice. All the lube I need.
“Gonna take you hard, fast. Then, we’ll slow down. Do things right.”
Her aquamarine eyes meet mine, sparking and warm. “Because this isn’t one time… Say it.”
I shake my head, sliding in the tip and stilling. Have to get myself together or be a two-pump wonder. “Can’t make any promises, Dakota.”
Her answer is a close-eyed moan as I slide long and hard now. My fingers dig into her hips, angling her just right so she gets the friction she needs.
“Play with yourself,” I order, eyes rolling back, lost in her velvet heat. “Stroke your clit, so we come together.”
“Okay,” she whispers, an edge to her voice like she’s not used to this.
“Need you messy as fuck.”
“Why?” she gasps.
“So we have more fun after, when I lick you clean, and we start over.”
