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I’ll give him anything he wants. I turn my attention to his cock. There’s a dribble of precum at the shiny red tip, but I ignore it in favor of scraping my teeth over his shaft. Of nipping his balls. Tugging his sac between my teeth. His thigh is shaking against my arm as I continue to stretch his hole, and his breathing has deepened to the point that I can hear it over the storm. I could do this all night.

“Put me in your mouth. Please.”

A shiver rolls down my spine. I lick the precum from his slit and then suck him past my lips. He’s so smooth against my tongue, the salty taste coming from him making me want more. The weight and heat of him in my mouth is comforting, and when Sasha’s fingers twist in my hair, anchoring me there, I relax into the act, finally able to get my brain to switch off.

The only thing that matters is making him feel good.

He thrusts, the head of his dick bumping the back of my throat and then grinding back onto my fingers. Sasha lifts one leg to hook it over my shoulder, giving me deeper access for my fingers, and I bury my nose into his pubes.

“Fuck, Lynx …” He’s trembling. “I’m going to come if you keep going.”

It’s tempting just to make it happen, but I force myself to pull back. I need to be inside him when he comes, need to feel the way his body tightens around mine. I pull off, dragging my tongue over his cock one last time before I unlink his leg from my shoulder and stand.

I wrap one arm around his hips and haul him off his feet. His legs lock around my waist, and my free hand grips the tree trunk above his head, steadying us in place.

“Put me in.”

He spits into his hand and wraps it around me. The feel of his cool skin against my heated cock is heaven, and he angles the head against his hole before lowering himself onto it.

The pressure that wraps around me is indescribable. My eyes roll back as I sink into him, his hole pulling me in until his ass meets my hips.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Make me feel it.” Sasha’s lips find mine, and it’s too much. I devour his kiss like a starving man, wanting to be closer. I don’t think I can ever get enough.

Sasha’s shivering, maybe from the cold or how turned on he is, but I hold him closer until we’re pressed together, like I’m trying to fuse our bodies into one.

“Fuck me like the animal you are,” he demands.

All I can give him is a growl in return as I tighten my hold and thrust. The rain makes wet slapping sounds as our bodies come together, his dick bouncing off both our stomachs. Sasha’s hands are roaming all over me, and my mouth is roaming all over him. I suck his soft skin, marking it up, leaving signs of myself all over his body in a way that has my cock throbbing. And his touch is burning through me. The tender way he cups my ass, and presses his hands up the length of my back, and grips my hair and pants into my ear.

“That’s it …” he praises. “Deeper. Just like that …”

I’m fucking him with everything I have. My muscles are locking up as I drive into him, wanting nothing more than to tear him in half. My balls are like rocks, I’m crushing him to me so hard I’m surprised he can breathe, and I’m sure I’m going to have bruises on my hips tomorrow from how hard he’s bouncing on me, but the thought excites me. I want that. Evidence that he owned me as deeply as I owned him.

His head falls back against the tree, eyes squeezed closed, lashes clumped together with water, and lips puffy and parted. He’s so fucking pretty it kills me. Infuriates me, even. How someone can be so beautifully breakable but trust himself in hands like mine?

“Shit, I’m gonna come.” He doubles up his effort, slick cock rubbing between our bodies, and I pound into him, giving him everything he needs. His fingers find his hardened, pink nipples, rolling them between his finger and thumb, and the sight is too much for me.

I latch onto his shoulder, loving the way the muscle yields to my teeth, and drive into him, almost finished.

The warmth of his cum explodes between us, his ass clamping tightly around me, and I grind deeper, harder, the sparks all through my spine and balls becoming impossible to hold back.

I cry out as I come, the force of my orgasm wiping my brain clean of anything but how fucking good I feel.

I’m panting when my brain logs back on again, the pain in my arms coming to me slowly, but I don’t want to put him down just yet. The thunder overhead is softer, moving away, and I can feel that I’m sweaty as well as wet with the rain and Sasha’s cum.

I blink down at his face, and he blinks up at mine.

Then a slow, satisfied smile meets me. “Sometimes it feels like you’re not real. Like I drove off the road and really died instead.”

“Would you be disappointed if that was the case?”

“No …” His eyes turn sad. “Because if I was dead, I’d have to stay.”

CHAPTER

THIRTY

SASHA