“Oh my god,” Collie moans. Her head falls back at the sensation of my touch, and I draw a nipple into my mouth. “Just like that. Yes, Easton. Yesss.”
Her skin is so soft. Like satin between my lips.
“Now, ride my fucking cock, lost girl. Imprint every vein and ridge inside of you until I’m impossible to forget. There’s no end where you and I don’t find each other again. We’re setting that shit into stone right now.”
Without direction or further action, Collie grasps the back of my neck and lines her center with my length. My spine tingles, and a force of adrenaline rushes through me as I burrow deep.
“So fucking full,” I growl, rocking my hips with our most intimate parts kissing at the hilt. “I love this pussy.”
“I need…I need…”
“I know, baby. I know,” I groan, pulling her lips to mine as we meet each other thrust for thrust. Collie rocks and rotates her hips, looking sexy as hell in all her confidence.
She’s never shy. Never tries to hide herself from me.
And she might just be my toxic obsession. With fire in her eyes and compassion in her heart. Just as much my opposite as my equal. She’s the sum to the equation I’ve spent years working tirelessly to solve.
“More, East. More.”
I feel that, too. Like we aren’t close enough. We need more stability. More everything. “Hold tight to my neck.” She obeys, and in one swift movement, her legs wrap around my center, my cock still deep inside of her as I carry us out of eyeshot to the side of the camper.
The moment her back hits the exterior of the van, I’m on her. In her. Through her. Thrusting into her tight cunt with every ounce of energy I have left. I’m claiming this beauty as mine, whether it’s verbalized or not, so that all the men to come who experience the fortune of being inside her will feel me, too.
Feel who I am—who I was—to Collie Meadows.
Every fucking good thing. Just like she is to me.
“Just like that. Fuck me harder, Easton.” With her ass against my arm and the other above her head for stability, I hammer, reveling in how her greedy cries call my name like a prayer.
“Never. Want. To. Leave,” I grunt between thrusts, our foreheads touching and our breathing in sync.
“Touch yourself, Collie. Rub your clit and let’s come together. I want to feel your cunt using my cock for every ounce of pleasure you need. All the good things. They’re yours.”
“Okay. Okay,” she huffs out a breathless moan. I feel her pussy contract the moment she makes contact with her clit, and my thrusting becomes animalistic. My voice is not my own, likely fitting in just fine with the wilderness around us.
Pure lust fuses our bodies, souls, and sounds.
“I’m coming, East. I’m coming. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Never. Right there with you, baby. Let me hear you. Don’t hold out on me.”
“Never,” she whimpers. “Not when it feels this good. This right.”
Those words send me over, Collie following right along with me. “Fuckkkk. I’m coming. God, you’re perfect. Soaking my cock and taking my cum.”
Our lips tangle before our bodies get a chance to settle.We exchange breaths, pleas, hums. It’s a gentle kiss. Opposite of our fucking. This is a carnal exchange between two like-minded humans.
A coveted awakening.
Two people who found a deeper purpose and meaning in the most unexpected of ways. We found a way to be ourselves again, despite everything we’ve lost and gained.
It’s goodbye.
“I…” Collie mumbles. “I ruined your surprise.”
A smile finds my lips. “Never. We can call this the commercial break.” I kiss her quickly before taking a step back to secure my pants in place. Making sure her blanket is still stable across her back, I wrap her body in its warmth before getting a wet rag from the van to clean her up. “Let me get you cleaned up, then I’ll feed you.”
“Sugar and orgasms.” I hear the smile in her voice. “I could get used to this life.”
