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Turns out, I'm just a wet, needy, moaning glob of jelly. If Hawk lets go of me right now, I'll melt into a puddle on the floor, or maybe I'll dissipate into vapor and disappear in the air. Hawk's grip on me is the only thing making me real right now.
"Rebel, you're drenched, baby."
There's that deep, raspy voice in my ear again, making me crane my neck and lean into it.
If he thinks I'm wet outside my jeans, he should feel inside.
It's like he can read my mind.
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Hawk
Rules goout the window when my little Rebel is rubbing her ass up against my throbbing cock begging me to touch her.
I don't even know if she's aware of each little plea for more that makes it way past those sweet lips of hers, I only know that as soon as she pressed herself back against me with a throaty little moan, I'd give her anything she asks for.
She's fucking soaked through the denim of her jeans. I can feel her heat and the wetness on my fingertips when I run them between her thighs.
Her hands work their way between us, twisting in the cuffs till she's got my dick nested between her fingers. I can't let her keep her hands on me-- things are already out of control in here and if she keeps touching me, I'll lose my damn mind.
What the hell am I saying? I've already lost it. This situation is about as fucked up as it gets but with Terra's soft sighs and the way she arches into my touch, I don't have a chance in hell of thinking straight.
My only intention right now is to give her what she needs.
"Hawk." It's not even a whisper, it's more her lips making the shape of my name while she gasps. "Touch me, please."
Long, thick lashes flutter as if her eyelids are too heavy to lift. She turns her head up to look up at me and catches that puffy bottom lip between her teeth.
Any rational thought I had left blinks out along with my better judgment.
I catch her wrists together in my free hand, pinning them to the small of her back so she can't torture my cock anymore. Pushing her forward, I trap her body between mine and the big tractor in front of her again before thrusting my other hand between her soft stomach and the blessedly stretchy fabric of those tight jeans she's got on.
My fingers get past the edge of the narrow little thong she's wearing, making my imagination light up with curiosity about what color the silky little panties are.
One brush of my fingertip against her bare flesh has both of us jumping like we've been shocked.
Her little pussy is even wetter at the source. It's so easy to slip my fingers between her folds and when I test pushing one finger inside her, she's so drenched that it slides in easily despite how fucking tight she is.
Just one finger is enough to set off a series of tiny convulsions as her inner walls try to pull me deeper.
"So needy," I choke out as I push farther in. "Your little pussy wants more than my hand, doesn't it, Rebel?"
For an answer, Terra's feet shuffle wider apart and she squirms to give me better access. Then she's fucking my hand in earnest, doing her best to find the friction her body is craving.
She's bent over in front of me, her head down with the side of her face resting against the cold steel of the tractor's fender but if it's uncomfortable, she doesn't look like she notices.
"Do you even know my name, Rebel?"
I bend down over her to growl in her ear, working my hand to match the rhythm she's setting while I continue to squeeze her cuffed wrists together tightly against her back.
"Terra. Answer me. What's my first name?"
Her long black hair has mostly worked its way out of the sweatshirt where she had it stuffed down the collar under the hood. It falls in a tangled curtain across her pretty face as she pants and mewls but she opens her eyes and looks over her shoulder at me with a nod.
"Justice," she whispers, "Justice Wyatt Hawkins."
I love the way my name sounds coming out of those lips when she's half crazed like this. I like hearing that she knows who's here with her, whose hand is down her pants, and who's going to be making her come in just a few seconds.
