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God.
Thatcher thrust, over and over until the labor had us both against the ground. My exposed breasts scrapped at the brush beneath me, and I knew I’d have cuts. I’d probably even have bruises.
I didn’t care.
This felt too good, and I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t use my safe word.
“Yeah, take that shit,” Thatcher gritted, still holding my throat. He used that and my hip for purchase while he drilled relentlessly inside me. “Good, snow. My good little whore who loves to please me.”
“Fuck. You,” I ground out, but it all felt so damn good. I was close, and Thatcher was too. One final thrust released a roar from him so loud birds literally flapped out of the trees. He woke the whole area up, but disturbed wildlife wasn’t what scared me.
It was me who was scared. He awoke something carnal inside me, and I wasn’t just turned on by it.
I was invigorated by it.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I called out, my pussy vibrating around his cock. It was like he was literally making it sing, and I felt him so deep when we both collapsed and he milked me from behind. Thatcher said nothing while he did this, but I saw what all this was doing to him too. He may not have let me see him while he fucked me, but I saw his hands in the dirt. They were ghost white, and he probably had more cuts than I would.
“Fuck, snowflake. Fuck,” he said, easing out of me. He fell to his naked back, and I fell to mine too. He stared at the sky. “Fucking hell.”
Fucking hell was right, and once it was over, it was like a wash of something hit me. What we did right here, hit me, and my heart raced harder than it already was. It was like a literal fucking ice bath hit me, and I might have been able to think more about it if Thatcher didn’t grab my hips a few moments later. He put me on all fours again.
And I forgot to fight him when he took me for a second time.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Thatcher
Fuck, this girl was into some freaky fucking shit.
But so was I.
This was new even for me, but I embraced that shit. I fucked Aspen not once but two more times out in the woods and was shameless about it.
I didn’t care.
I should.
This girl had the potential to trigger some deep shit in me, but I didn’t care. She’d also been the reason I lied to my dad today, and though I wasn’t Saint fucking Peter, I tried not to be dishonest with my dad if I could help it.
This was dishonest. This was savage, and I was making that pussy pay for not only making me lie to my dad but also Aspen’s efforts to use my dad against me.
At least, that was what I told myself.
It was easy once I had myself buried in that sweet little snatch of hers, and I think the only reason we stopped was because we were both tired. We were also dirty, and though I didn’t give a shit about it, I noticed we were both bleeding in various places.
She was bleeding.
I didn’t know much about this romping-in-the-woods shit, but aftercare was a thing, and something about seeing her bleeding in the woods triggered me. It shouldn’t. Again, I shouldn’t give a shit.
Why do you?
I wasn’t a complete barbarian, and I was fucking tired. She’d given my dick a workout, and I must have done the same for her because she didn’t fight me when I offered to get us both clean and patched up. There was a convenience store nearby. Not a big box store, but it did the trick. They surprisingly had a change of clothes for us both, and we used them after I found us a motel.
More fucking happened then, and let’s not even talk about the shower we ultimately took together. I licked every inch of her in there, and even ate her out, her long gorgeous leg over my shoulder. This chick had me on my goddamn knees, and I didn’t even worship pussy like that. I took a good dick sucking like the best of them, but eating pussy took effort, and I typically didn’t bother with it. I didn’t see the point as the next good lay was around the corner.
Aspen smacked me after I patched her up. I hadn’t been gentle about the antiseptic I put on one of the cuts on her shoulder, and that pissed her off. She called me an asshole, and I immediately parted her legs. I fucked her to the point of creating new wounds.
