I quickly unzip my shorts, yanking a rubber out of my back pocket and ripping the packet open with my teeth.
Spitting out the rubbish, I roll the condom over my very excited dick, then maneuver Chelsea’s legs so I can plunge into her with a smooth thrust that has her mouth popping open in surprise.
“You good?” I check.
“Uh… yes!” she groans, nudging her hips back.
I take that as permission and go for it.
She’s a sweet, hot ride, smooth as silk. Holding her ass cheeks, I pound into her, getting lost in the sensation of the moment.
A light summer breeze kisses my butt cheeks, my shorts slipping farther down my legs with each thrust.
The sound of our flesh slapping together is the only thing I can hear along with her breathy moans as she pushes back from the trunk, leaning forward even more so I can plunge even harder into her.
I keep an eye on her face, making sure she’s still into this. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her lips parted as breathy gasps pop out of her. My breaths are growing ragged too, my heart pounding faster with each plunge, chemicals flooding my body that are all things good.
So fucking good.
She whimpers and bites her lip, pushing back into me, and I up my pace, resting my hand on the back of her neck and rushing to a finish with quick, hard thrusts.
Heat courses through my body, that heady high I fucking love, washing away my angst for just a moment as I’m taken out by my release.
Fuck yes!
Fuck, I love this shit.
Clenching my ass, I push into her a few more times until my vision has cleared and I start falling from the high. I tend to come down pretty damn fast, and I’m pulling out of her and getting rid of the condom while she’s still panting against the tree.
Hitching my pants back up, I lightly slap her ass. “Thanks for the ride.”
Straightening her thong and pulling her skirt back into place, I make sure she’s put back together.
I even help her lift her bra strap back up and straighten her shirt.
She grins at me, and then another giggle pops out of her mouth.
Shit, I’m really starting to hate that sound.
Thank God this is over.
“So…” She bites her bottom lip, her hooded eyes sparkly and playful. “What do you want to do now?”
My forehead wrinkles in confusion, and I take another step away from her. “Nothing. We’re done.”
To help make my point, I turn and start walking back to the house.
I didn’t count on her not believing me.
As another giggle pops out of her mouth, she catches up to me, threading her fingers through mine and resting her head against my shoulder.
Oh fuck.
What have I done?
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