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And I still don’t care. That’s how deeply I’ve fallen for her.

I kiss hard, hungry, needing her to feel the way that I feel. I suck her nipples and unbutton her jeans. She moans when I slide a hand between her legs, stroking her, licking and sucking her chest and neck and lips, tasting her, drinking her down. The sun is perfect and it reflects from her light brown skin and I could die right now, right here, and be happy about it, surrounded by my family’s land, with my wife groaning under my touch.

I push fingers inside of her. She moans and bucks against my hand, grinding into my palm as I tug her jeans over her beautiful ass. I tease her tits and stroke into her pussy, fucking her, kissing her mouth like it’s the last time I’ll ever do it. She responds eagerly, reaching forward, gasping as she unbuckles my belt and gets off my jeans, practically ripping them over my hips.

“I need this,” she says, moaning as she strokes my cock and takes down my boxer briefs. “Fuck, I need it right now.” She grips my base, holding my shaft.

“I’m all yours,” I say as she leans forward and takes my tip into her mouth.

Fuck, it’s heaven. I grip her hair as she sucks me hard and fast, tits shaking as she spits on my shaft.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” I gasp, her cheeks hollowing as she strokes and sucks, spit rolling down my cock. “Look at how pretty you are with your mouth full of my dick.”

She shudders when I reach down between her legs, stroking her the best I can at the odd angle. She sucks faster, hungrily, until I feel like I’m going to explode.

“Fuck, baby,” I gasp out, pulling her face back. “Oh shit, I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep doing that.”

“Fuck me,” she pleads, moving back and lifting her legs up onto the truck. “Bass⁠—”

I grab her by the hips and turn her around. She yelps and moans, down on all fours on the back of my truck, her ass in the air. I pull her to me, tugging her up and to my chest, kissing her over her shoulder as I cup her tits, my cock grinding between her ass cheeks.

“Every inch of you is mine,” I whisper, and I feel greedy and stupid but I don’t care. I mean every word. She’s mine, all mine, so much mine it kills me. “And every piece of me is yours.”

I tease her with my tip before plunging in deep like a cliff diver throwing himself over the edge.

Fuck, I fill her to the core. I moan at the sound of her blissed-out cries. I grind into her pussy, fucking her slow at first, pulling back and stroking in, before going faster.

“Oh god, yes, fuck me,” she says, not bothering to be quiet. “Bass, fuck me, please.”

I give her what she needs, slamming in hard. She’s so wet and tight it’s like heaven’s wrapped around my cock. I don’t know how long I can last. Nothing’s more beautiful than this girl writhing and moaning and taking my dick, and it drives me crazy. I go harder, deeper.

“I want you to come inside of me,” she pleads, arching and taking more of me. “Every drop.”

“Fuck,” I groan low.

“I need it, Bass.”

“Baby—” I hold her hips, trying to slow down. “Fuck⁠—”

“More.” She pushes against me hard. “More!” She takes over, fucking me, riding my dick, and I’m powerless.

“Oh god, I’m going to come.”

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes!” She arches, slamming her ass into me, and I can’t take another inch.

I finish like an explosion as she screams my name. Her core tightens as her orgasm takes her, and that only makes me lose it. I burst into her, filling her with thick pumps, before I collapse in a mess and a moan, pulling her mouth to mine and roughly kissing her.

“We should go shooting more often,” she says, smile glassy and happy, sweat beading on her forehead.

“Agreed.” I kiss her again. “As often as you want.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I have nothing but time for you.”

“Liar. But that’s okay.” She turns around and leans her face against my chest. “I like it.”

I like it too, I want to say. I like it a lot. I love it, actually. I’m obsessed with it. But that’s something a psycho would say, so I keep my mouth shut and enjoy the smell of her, the breeze on our skin and the call of nearby birds, the simple pleasure of being with my wife.