I want to drag her bottom one through my teeth, and my hands fist at either side of her head to contain the urge.
Her eyebrows bunch together, the blue irises losing focus as she chases her high. Her movements pick up, and I hear her wetness fill my ears as her hips begin to buck.
My lips drag along her forehead, nuzzling down to her neck as I lick and suck her sweet skin. “Tell me when you’re close.”
I drag my own zipper down with my whisper, hand wrapping around my dick and fisting it when her moans turn into cries.
“I’m—I’m…”
I whip her around so fast she almost topples as her back crashes to my front, and I grab the hand she used and wrap my lips around her fingers, the taste of her like fucking ecstasy on my tongue.
Indie could keep me in another realm every single day with this, and it only rumbles the beast inside me.
Her sultry gaze watches every move over her shoulder, and the moment I pull her fingers out my mouth, the same hand lands on her bare ass with a hard slap. “Lift your shirt.”
I dip and take a handful of snow, rising so she can lean against me, her top bunched at her chest. I run my chilled palm across her ribs, making her gasp and buck into me. “Fuck, Saint!”
“You like it?” I whisper in her ear, running it along her sternum, the snow already beginning to melt with the heat of her body, stopping just under the curve of her breast as she wriggles in my hold.
Her bare ass arches into me. “It’s so…so cold.” The words end on a whimper when I mould it over her rock-solid peak, gripping the other as she moans up to the sky.
When it completely melts, the droplets running down her stomach and her nipples rock hard, I pinch them in warning. “Bend over.”
She does as she’s told, arching her ass the best she can whilst sliding in the snow. My swollen head rests against her addictive heat, gliding up and down as I zone in on the reddening mark against her flawless skin.
I want to mark her up permanently, so everyone knows she’s fucking mine.
Want to carve my name into her heart, the same way mine bleeds from her name seared into it.
Everything I want to do to her is unholy and unforgivable.
I sink fully inside her; the feel of her tight walls sucking me in sends a shudder down my spine. Her hand slaps against the trunk for balance, and she rises up on her tiptoes when I reach the hilt. Impatient little hips push back against me, and the desire rages to life.
I fuck her with everything I’ve got, hands digging into her hips, making sure my fingertips squeeze hard enough to leave each swirl of my fingerprints in her bruised skin, like a killer taunting with their evidence at a crime scene.
Each drive has my name filling the forest, and my teeth grit when I feel my balls tightening. “Keep pushing back, baby, it only makes me fuck you harder.”
Her nails dig into the bark, and when I feel her gripping around me, it has white-hot heat spilling down to the base of my spine, and I fill her with every drop of me as it mixes with her own orgasm.
My hand wraps against hers, leaning over her as both of us catch our breath. The forest is completely dark, and I can’t see shit.
At least I caught her before the darkness could.
I ease myself out of her, slapping her ass one last time as she rises to pull her cargos up.
She grips hold of my jacket, pulling me to her as she whispers, “I like your lessons better than Rex’s.”
Now, an overbearing, dominating man would lose his fucking shit at what she just said.
It’s me. I am the overbearing, dominating man.
My hand whips out to grab her neck. “Don’t make me have to kill my best friend, Indie.”
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Indie
say yes to heaven - lana del rey
