“Such pretty begging,” he praises, but still doesn’t give me what I need. Instead, one thick finger pushes into my soaking wet core. “But I don’t think you want it badly enough yet.”
I whimper as he works his finger in and out, adding a second one that doesn’t quench the ache the same way his cock does. My legs tremble as he curves his fingers to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg shamelessly now. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, please, I’m dying for it.”
He withdraws his fingers and positions himself again. “One more time,” he demands. “Tell me what’s mine.”
“I’m yours,” I cry out, desperate now. “All of me. Forever. Please, Havoc, I need you inside me now. Please,” I pant, my desperation building with each second of denial. “I need your cock so bad. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”
My own words shock me, but I can’t stop now. I need him too badly.
“Please, Daddy. I want to feel you stretch me, fill me up completely.” My voice breaks as I press back against him. “I want your big cock pounding into me right here. I don’t care who hears me screaming your name.”
I reach between my legs, touching myself where I’m dripping wet for him. “Feel how wet I am for you. Only you make me this wet. Only you make me this desperate.”
I turn my head, meeting his eyes over my shoulder. “I want to be your dirty little slut, Daddy. I want you to use me however you want. Fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth—I don’t care.”
Havoc’s eyes darken, his grip tightening almost painfully on my hips. “Jesus Christ,” he growls, sounding both shocked and aroused. “What happened to my sweet girl, huh? Look at you now.” He leans forward, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ve fucking corrupted you, haven’t I? My baby girl is turning into such a dirty little slut for me.”
His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back gently. “Begging me to fuck you out in the open, saying such filthy things with that pretty mouth.”
I whimper, pushing back against his cock again. “Please...”
“I love it,” he admits, voice rough with desire. “Fuck, I love every dirty word from your lips.”
Then Havoc slams inside me in one powerful thrust. I cry out, every nerve electrified by the sudden, perfect invasion. We’re completely exposed here beside Bluebell’s pen, nothing but open sky above us and fields and forest stretching in every direction. Anyone could walk by.
The thought makes me clench around him tighter.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “You like this, don’t you? Being fucked out here where anyone could see what a dirty girl you are for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp as he pulls almost completely out before slamming back in. “God, yes.”
Each thrust pushes me against the wooden railing. Bluebell watches from the far side of the pen, completely unbothered by us. The spring breeze cools the sweat forming on my skin, a stark contrast to the fire building into an inferno.
“What if someone from the club drove up right now?” Havoc pants, setting a punishing rhythm. “Seeing their president’s cock stretching this tight little pussy. Would you want me to stop?”
“No,” I moan, shameless now. “Don’t stop. Let them watch. Let them see who I belong to.”
His hand reaches around to circle my clit, drawing tight, perfect circles that make my legs shake. “That’s right, baby girl. Show the whole fucking world who owns this pussy.”
A distant engine rumbles somewhere beyond the trees, and my pulse quickens. Instead of fear, a rush of excitement floods through me. My core clenches around Havoc’s cock at the possibility of being discovered.
“Hear that?” Havoc growls, his pace increasing. “Someone’s coming. Better come quick, baby, or they’re gonna see you getting fucked stupid.”
The danger pushes me higher, pleasure coiling tighter. Havoc pounds into me relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing across the open field. I’m right on the edge, trembling.
“Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” Havoc groans, his cock swelling as his own release approaches. “Let them hear you. Scream my name.”
The pressure builds, my muscles tensing as Havoc’s fingers work magic on my clit while his cock pounds relentlessly into me. I’m right there—right at the edge—when a truck engine grows louder, approaching fast.
“I’m coming!” I cry out, my vision blurring as the wave crashes over me.
The orgasm rips through me with devastating force, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Havoc’s length. Through the haze of pleasure, I hear the unmistakable blare of a horn—once, twice—followed by the crunch of tires on gravel.
Havoc doesn’t stop. If anything, he fucks me harder, gripping my hips with bruising force.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, even as embarrassment burns through me. I can’t bring myself to look, but I know exactly who it is—one of the prospects coming to take care of Bluebell.
