“That’s cold, Peach.”
“It’s strategic. She built her whole identity around being the smartest woman in the room with a degree on the wall. Taking that away from her is worse than a bullet. She’ll have to figure out who she is without it.”
“And if she comes for you again?”
“Then next time I won’t be so generous. And I won’t need a board complaint to handle it.”
He pushed off the tree and walked toward me and I saw his eyes shift from those of the man who’d been teaching me to shoot into something else entirely. He took the water bottle out of my hand and set it on the table and stood between my legs and put his hands on my thighs and looked at me with those dark eyes that made my brain turn off like a switch.
“You know what watching you shoot does to me?” he said.
“I have an idea.”
“Nah. You don’t.” He kissed me and it wasn’t gentle. It was hungry and rough and his hands were already pulling my tank top over my head and tossing it on the ground next to the AK. My bra followed. The spring air hit my skin and it was warm but his mouth was warmer, moving from my lips to my neck to mycollarbone to my breasts, and I arched into him and grabbed the back of his head.
He dropped to his knees in front of me on the dirt and pulled my jeans down my legs and pressed his mouth between my thighs through my underwear and the sound I made echoed through the trees and scared a bird out of a branch somewhere above us. He pulled my underwear to the side and put his mouth on my pussy and I grabbed the edge of the table behind me and held on because this man ate pussy like it was his primary source of nutrition.
“Quest.” His name came out of me like a prayer. “Oh my God.”
He didn’t respond because his mouth was busy. His tongue was slow and deliberate, tracing circles around my clit and then flattening against me and dragging up with pressure that made my thighs shake. He gripped my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the table and buried his face deeper and I wrapped my legs around his head and let my body fall back against the table with the water bottle rolling off and the ear muffs falling to the ground and I didn’t care about any of it because his tongue was inside me now and the sun was on my skin and I was going to come in the middle of the woods on a Tuesday afternoon.
“Right there,” I gasped. “Don’t stop, Quest. Don’t you dare stop.”
He didn’t stop. He sucked my clit into his mouth and slid two fingers inside me and curled them up against the spot that made my vision go white and I came so hard my back arched off the table and I screamed loud enough for the whole estate to hear because there was nobody around for miles and I didn’t have to be quiet for the first time.
He stood up wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and his eyes were burning into me and his dick was straining against his jeans and I was still shaking from the orgasm when he pulledme off the table and turned me around and walked me backward toward the oak tree behind us.
My back hit the bark and it was rough against my skin but I didn’t care because he was unbuckling his belt and freeing himself and lifting me up against the trunk like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pushed inside me in one deep stroke that pinned me between his body and the tree and I gasped and dug my nails into his shoulders.
“Look at me,” he said.
I opened my eyes and he was right there, his face inches from mine, his dick buried inside my pussy to the hilt, holding me against a tree in broad daylight with dirt on his knees and my taste on his lips.
“You know how good you feel right now?” he said through his teeth. “I’d go to war every day for the rest of my life if this is what I come home to.”
“Then don’t ever stop coming home.”
He started moving. Long, deep strokes that pressed my back against the bark with every thrust. I could feel the texture of the tree against my skin and his hands gripping my ass and his dick stretching me open with every push and the combination of rough and warm and deep was something I’d never felt before. This wasn’t a bed or a desk or a rug in front of a fireplace. This was outside, raw, primal, dirt and sunlight and the smell of gunpowder still on both of us.
“Harder,” I said.
He fucked me harder. Drove into me with a force that made the bark scrape my back and I didn’t care because each stroke was hitting spots that were building something inside me that was bigger than the first orgasm. I was loud and filthy and telling him exactly what I wanted and he was giving it to me with his jaw clenched and sweat on his forehead and that low groan in his chest that meant he was close.
“Come inside me,” I said against his mouth. “I want to feel it.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure about everything with you.”
He buried himself deep and came with his face in my neck and his arms wrapped around me and his whole body shuddering between me and the tree. I came with him, my pussy clenching around his dick in waves, my legs tightening around his waist, my nails leaving marks on his shoulders that he’d wear under his shirt tomorrow like a secret.
We stayed like that for a minute. Him still inside me, both of us breathing hard, pressed against an oak tree in the Virginia woods with an AK-47 on a wood table twenty feet away and paper targets full of holes behind us.
He set me down and my legs almost gave out. He caught me and didn’t say a word about it but I could see the smirk. We got dressed, brushed the dirt off each other, and walked back toward the house. His arm around my shoulder, the AK in his other hand. Neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to.
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Quest
