The sound of a few people clapping and whistling finally breaks through, but I don’t care. Let them watch.
This is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
The ride back to Dean’s cabin is a blur of winding mountain roads and his big, calloused hand resting high on my thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles that make my pussy throb with anticipation. Every bump in the road sends little jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.
I’ve been on the edge for days. Kissing and cuddling by the campfire only added fuel the fire.
He doesn’t even let me unbuckle fully before he’s on me, hauling my ass across the console into his lap. His mouthcrashes down on mine in a scorching kiss that tastes like sunshine and pure hunger. His cock is already rock-hard beneath me, thick and insistent against my core through our clothes.
“Been dying to get you naked, Paddles,” he growls against my lips, one hand fisting in my hair while the other palms my ass, grinding me down onto his cock. “Two days of feeling that tight little body against me, smelling how wet you get for me and pretending I didn’t notice was torture.”
I whimper, a needy, broken sound that makes his green eyes darken.
“Dean…please. I need you.”
He carries me inside like I weigh nothing, kicking the door shut behind us. The cabin is rustic and masculine. All exposed wood beams, a massive stone fireplace, and a king-sized bed. He sets me down only long enough to strip me bare, his hands rough and reverent as he peels away my shirt and shorts.
Cool air kisses my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten into aching peaks.
“Fucking, look at you,” he rasps, stepping back to drink me in. His gaze is molten, raking over my breasts, my stomach, down to my glistening, dripping center. “So pretty and soaked already. This greedy little pussy dripping for my cock?”
“For days,” I whine. “All that time we were alone was wasted.”
He doesn’t make me beg twice. He sheds his own clothes, revealing the sculpted, sun-bronzed body I’d been fantasizing about. His cock springs free of his trunks. Thick, veined, and gloriously long, the head is already glistening with precum.
My mouth waters at the sight.
He backs me toward the bed, tumbling me onto the soft mattress before crawling over me like a predator. His mouth finds my breast first, sucking hard on one nipple while hisfingers delve between my thighs. Two thick digits plunge into my pussy without warning, curling perfectly against that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
I cry out, hips bucking wildly. I’m so wet the obscene squelching sounds fill the room as he fucks me with his fingers, his thumb circling my swollen clit with ruthless precision.
“That’s it, Paddles,” he murmurs, voice dark and filthy. “Show me how badly you want my cock.”
I’m a whimpering mess, thighs trembling, grinding desperately against his hand.
“Please,” I beg on a broken whisper, “I want to feel you so deep.”
He pulls his fingers free with a wet pop, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean with a groan.
“You taste like heaven, Paddles. Later I want to make you come on my tongue but I need to be inside you now.”
He notches the tip of his cock at my entrance, rubbing it up and down my soaked slit, teasing my clit until I’m sobbing with need. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt.
Warmth races through my veins, making my limbs tingle as my walls pulse around him. I stretch to accommodate his girth but there’s no pain, only pleasure.
Pleasure that he’s mine.
Mine to love. Mine to fuck.
I scream his name, nails digging into his broad shoulders as pleasure blurs into pure ecstasy as he begins to thrust.
“Fuuuck, Paisley,” he snarls, forehead pressed to mine, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing strokes. “So tight. So perfect. Your cunt was made for me.”
Every thrust drags against my walls, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. I’m lost to the pleasure,whimpering, moaning, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks me senseless.
“Harder,” I beg, voice wrecked.
He growls, flipping us so I’m riding him, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
