I rolled to my stomach, careful not to knock into the tree, and pulled my knees up so my ass was in the air, on full display. The loud moan he emitted let me know he appreciated my efforts.
“I fucking love this ass.” He smoothed a hand over first one cheek, and then the other. “You don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about touching you here, licking you here.” I jerked when a finger probed the tight ring of muscle between my cheeks. “Fucking you here.”
I moaned into my shoulder.
“Would you like that, baby girl?” he rasped. “Me inside your ass.”
“I— I don’t know.”
It wasn’t something I had ever given much consideration to, a taboo subject amongst my friends back home. And yet, the thought of Austin taking me there, tunneling his dick in and out of that forbidden hole, didn’t scare me. On the contrary, it felt dirty and amazing.
Naughty.
“Maybe.”
“We can revisit that another time.” He moved into position behind me, nudging me legs wider to carve out space for his thick thighs and thicker cock. The blunt tip of his crown pressed against my entrance. “For now, I’m going to fuck this pussy.”
“Oh, god,” I cried when he pushed inside of me, bottoming out in one thrust.
I was stretched so tight, the sense of fullness nearly overwhelmed me. It felt so good. So freaking perfect. Like my body had been made for him and him alone.
“Fuck, Janelle. You’re so goddamn tight.” He rolled his hips forward and back before pulling out of me completely, only to shove himself back in. “This first time is going to be fast, baby,” he muttered, gasping for air.
At least I wasn’t the only one struggling to breathe.
It took me a minute to match his pace, but after that, it was a race to the finish. I squeezed my eyes shut as he pistoned in and out of me, his balls slapping my pussy with each thrust. The onslaught of sensations was nearly overwhelming—the smack of our bodies, the sweat beading between. My toes curled while my fingers dug into the rug beneath us, desperately searching for an anchor to cling to.
“Austin.”
It wasn’t so much a word as it was a needy whimper, a desire to be filled, used, tossed around like a rag doll.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
An arm snaked around my middle, pulling me up until my back met his front. I gasped as he continued his relentless rhythm, pumping inside me at a new angle that let him go deeper than before. My head lolled back against his chest on a groan. One hand tweaked my nipples while the other rubbed firm, tight circles over the swollen nub of my clit.
“Let go, Janelle,” he growled into my neck. “Give it all to Daddy.”
The orgasm barreled into me like a runaway train, ruining me. My hips jerked erratically, thighs slapping against his. Bright lights burst behind my eyelids as my pussy convulsed around him, milking his cock while he groaned out my name.
When we both eventually caught our breaths, Austin dropped us onto our sides without removing his cock.
“Ho-ho-holy shit,” he panted, sounding like he’d run a marathon. Before Austin, I would have said that there was no bigger high than finishing a marathon. Now, I wasn’t so sure.
I laughed and then moaned when another shudder rippled through my still very full pussy.
“You okay?”
My head bobbed against his arm.
“Did I break you?”
This time, I shook it.
“Can you speak?”
“In a minute.”
He smoothed a hand up and down my side while I caught my breath . . . and regained speech function. A sudden thought rushed over me.
