“Drenched.”
“I’m not,” she protested.
I added a second finger, coaxing them in and out of her. Wet, vulgar sounds filled the air between us, coupled with her stifled moans.
“Fuck you,” she rasped.
“You will soon.” I pulled my fingers free and leaned against her, reaching around and pushing them between her lips. “Suck.”
I didn’t give her the chance to argue, thrusting them against her hot tongue. Her teeth clamped down on my fingers and pain followed, but it wasn’t enough for me to pull free. I liked the pain. I liked knowing she was still fighting me, because it meant her submission would be all the sweeter.
I ground my hips against her ass, my cock begging to be released. “You can’t tell me to fuck off with my fingers in your mouth, can you?” I whispered against her ear.
“Fuck you.”
I smiled against the curve of her neck and pulled my fingers from her lips. “You’re not getting my cock until you start begging with that naughty mouth of yours.”
“Nev—fuck.”
Her words died as I thrusted them inside her again, working them in and out at a speed that had her howling. Her voice cracked around a cry as I kept going, listening and watching and feeling every part of her. She clenched around me, her moans growing louder as she milked my fingers.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured. “Fucking gorgeous. I’ve dreamed about this. I’ve dreamed about having you just like this for me for months. Every fucking night, you’ve plagued me. Haunted me.”
“Good.” June whimpered as I released her wrists with my other hand. Her fingers curled into the dirt, her eyes fluttering.
“Submit,” I whispered softly.
Her spine stiffened. But this time, she didn’t immediately say no. I slowed my movements to an achingly languorous pace. The way her brows pulled together in a scowl made me smile.
She was considering it.
“Submit to me and I’ll let you come.”
“I’ll come when I want,” she quipped.
I removed my hand. She gasped in protest.
“Dallas,” she groaned. “You can’t?—”
“I can,” I reminded her. “I can and will do whatever the fuck I want with you, June. You’re out here in the wilderness with a cunt begging for my cock. You know how to stop it all if you want. But you don’t want it to end, do you?”
She shivered beneath me. “No. I don’t.”
“Then fucking submit and beg me to fuck you. Give us what we’ve needed for nine months.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, her expression tortured. The cool air licked against her bare skin, the sound of cicadas reminding me where we were.
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. I was patient. I could stay like this until the sun rose, if I needed to.
I wouldn’t need to though.
A few moments passed before she released a shuddering breath. “Please,” she whispered. “Please fuck me. Please. I need you so fucking bad right now it hurts.”
She meant every word. Heat seared my veins as I sat back, watching to see if she’d immediately twist away. Instead, she waited. Pussy bare, ass waiting, a beg on her pretty tongue.
“Please. Please fuck me. I’m begging you, Dallas. I need you. I need it.”
I unbuckled my belt quickly and unbuttoned my jeans, shoving them down just enough for my cock to bounce free. I grabbed the condom from my back pocket and put it on quickly. My skin prickled as I stared down at her tussled pink hair and the way her back was arched, waiting for me.
