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It takes everything I have to drag my lips from hers, and when I do we pant as though we’ve just finished a fuckathon. I stroke her cheek; I want her so fucking much. “I want to fuck you so badly. But if you haven’t been with anyone for so long, I need to take my time, and I’m not sure if I can do that right now. I’m too desperate for you,” I tell her.
A gorgeous smile spreads across her face, and she runs her fingers through my hair. “Just because I haven’t been with anyone, doesn’t mean I haven’t been fucked,” she croons.
My eyes widen as I search her face. “Explain,” I demand.
“I’m a modern woman, I don’t need a man to get what I need. There are other ways I satisfy myself,” she says, smiling seductively.
“You fuck yourself?” Holy fuck. My dick hardens almost painfully at the image my brain conjures.
Margo nods. “A lot.” She winks and chuckles.
“So I won’t hurt you if I tear these jeans off your beautiful body and fuck you as hard and deep as I so desperately need to?”
She shakes her head, her hands dropping to unfasten my pants.
“Christ.” I groan as her little hand wraps around my length and strokes. It takes me approximately five seconds to kick my jeans off and then yank hers down her curvy legs, discarding them beside us.
Her eyes glitter in the moonlight as I move to kiss her again. Margo’s hands lock into my hair at the back of my head, and she lifts her hips, grinding against my cotton-covered dick.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
“Condom,” I mumble, fighting hard to keep my senses. “In the car, give me a sec.” I pry myself away from her, dash to the car, and grab the box out of the glove compartment.
I drop it on the blanket beside her, and she eyes it then arches a brow. “Well, aren’t we prepared.”
My shoulder lifts in a half-shrug. “I was a Boy Scout before my life turned to shit. I’m always prepared, baby.”
She shakes her head and reaches for the box, removing a single foil packet then tearing it open.
I drop my boxers to my ankles before she’s taken the condom out of the foil, and then I fall to my knees between her thighs and reach for her panties, my eyes locked with hers as I curl my fingers in the band then drag them over her hips and off her legs.
Margo sits up, wraps one hand around the back of my neck, and tugs me in for a heated kiss as her free hand rolls the condom down my length. I follow her as she lies flat again, never disconnecting our mouths.
I dig my fingers into one of her creamy thighs and lift it over my hip as I align my cock with her soaked pussy. Gliding the head back and forth through her slit, I tease her.
She moans and begs against my lips. “Tyler, please.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” I press against her entrance, surging forward until I’m buried balls deep. I groan as her wet heat engulfs my cock and squeezes. “Fuck, you feel so good.” I breathe. “So, fucking wet and tight for me.”
She whimpers as I begin to move. “Only you, Ty, only ever you.”
Hearing those words again does something to me and I draw my dick out until just the tip remains inside her perfect heat, then I slam back in, over and over again. It’s rough, it’s hard, and it’s fucking perfect.
The need to possess her is overwhelming, my heart pounds as I’m swept away by sensation and desire.
Margo’s back arches off the picnic blanket and she wraps both her legs around my hips, locking her ankles at my back.
Our mouths meet in a feral kiss as I fuck her with all the pent-up need and desire that’s been eating at me since the day we parted. “Fuck, Margo, fuck,” I rasp against her throat as I kiss, lick, and suck her tender flesh.
She rakes her nails down my shoulders then stills, her entire body tensing as I continue to thrust my hips harder and harder until she screams her release.
Her pussy clenches around me so tight I can’t stop myself from coming right along with her, then I collapse beside her spent body, tugging her into my side.
I lie there, spent, satisfied, and just plain fucking happy.
Tyler wraps a strong arm around my shoulder then tugs me closer to his warm body, and I go willingly, snuggling into his side. I rest one hand over his pounding heart and smile because mine is doing the exact same thing—thundering in my chest.
He’s really here, with me, for me.
