Gunnar’s fierceness softens for a moment as he looks down at me. “I’ve never done this either, princess. Never met anybody I wanted until you.”
His words send a fresh wave of longing through me. He’ll be my first—and I’ll be his. It feels so right, but I don’t want him to go easy on me. I don’t want restraint. I want to take everything this man can give me, and as Gunnar fists his cock, lining himself up with my entrance, I know he’s going to give me exactly what I want. The softness has already vanished from his expression, and I shiver as his cock pokes against me, hard as stone.
“You’re mine now, princess,” Gunnar murmurs, eyes fixed on mine.
Then he thrusts inside me, filling me up in one rough movement. We both groan, lips falling open as we stare at each other.
Oh God.
He’s so big. Achingly big. I’m stretched tight around him, eyes watering as I try to adjust to the sensation.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Gunnar grits out. “So full of my cock.”
I squirm, letting out a whimper. “It feels really good.”
I’ve never felt anything like it. Pain and pleasure. The delicious sting of being stretched apart.
Gunnar doesn’t give me a second to breathe. With his gaze locked on mine, he starts to move, pumping into me hard and fast. His heavy balls smack against my ass with each thrust, and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life.
“That’s it, princess. Hold on to me.”
He pounds me into the forest floor, the loud slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the trees. The sun beats down on our naked bodies, sweat beading on our skin as Gunnar stuffs me full of his cock, his guttural moans mingling with my whines of pleasure.
“Yes!” I sob. “Oh, please…”
My words turn garbled, a string of nonsensical pleas as Gunnar fucks me like he owns me. Each time I think he can’t take me harder, he does, forcing every giant inch of his cock inside my pussy. I can feel the thick veins of his shaft brushing spots I never knew existed, hitting so deep it feels like he’s about to split me in half.
“Look at you taking my cock,” he groans. “You’re such a good girl, Everly. Such a good girl for me.”
Then he leans in to kiss me, his hot tongue filling my mouth. He’s taking over every one of my senses, overwhelming me completely until it feels like I’m drowning in him—his scent, his taste. It’s enough to drive me to the edge.
Gunnar swallows my scream as I come for him, the pleasure crashing through me in a fierce wave. Then he pulls back from our kiss and slides out of me. I keen in protest, immediately missing his heat, the feeling of being full of him.
“Don’t worry, princess. I’m not done with you yet.”
He flips me onto my stomach, positioning me so I’m on all fours and facing the creek. My fingers dig into the earth as Gunnar pushes into me from behind, making my breath catch all over again. He feels even deeper in this position, and his calloused hands grip my hips tight, holding me in place as he starts to move.
“That’s my girl,” he says, bending down to press a kiss on my back. “Keep taking my cock just like that.”
He picks up the pace, rutting me like an animal on the forest floor until I’m sobbing. My breasts bounce with each thrust,Gunnar’s body slapping against my ass cheeks, and I arch into him, desperate for more. I can hear his breaths turning ragged, his groans getting louder.
“I want you to come again for me, princess,” he pants. “Wanna feel it all over my dick.”
I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit as Gunnar’s thrusts turn more urgent, and it doesn’t take long before I feel the familiar tightening deep inside me.
“Gunnar, I’m gonna come,” I whimper.
“Fuck. Me too, princess.”
We fall apart together. I sob Gunnar’s name, my whole body shuddering as his hot cum spills inside me, spurting deep like he’s marking his territory. He fills me up, his seed dripping down my thighs until I’m a hot, sticky mess, and when he’s finally finished, I crumple to the ground—boneless and exhausted.
I feel Gunnar reach for me, pulling me on top of him as he lies back on the ground. With a sigh, I rest against his sweaty chest, breathing hard. Then I go still as a thought hits me.
“Shoot, am I on your bad shoulder?”
I start to pull away, but Gunnar holds me tight.
“You’re not going anywhere, Everly.”
