Page 131 of False Flag

She slid a hand down his chest, then lower. It had been far too long since she’d touched him. She wrapped her hand around his erection and stroked.

“Oh god. Anastacia.”

She dropped to her knees, not caring that her bare skin landed on hard, dirt ground. His beautiful cock was in front of her face. She stroked him base to tip, then took him into her mouth.

He groaned as he rocked into her. She cupped his balls and enjoyed the feel of him on her tongue. The taste of him as she took him deep and sucked.

She wanted to give him this, feel this intensity, every day. Several times a day. Forever.

This, being with him, being able to touch him, taste him, give him pleasure…it felt amazing. Euphoric.

He was hers. Not just for now. For always.

He was close to orgasm, she wanted him to come in her mouth, but he groaned and pulled out. “You said I could be inside you without a condom, and I want that more than anything.”

She rose to her feet. “No more foreplay, then. Get inside me.”

She glanced around the room. As Jake had said, it was an ancient lean-to that had been consumed by the forest. There wasn’t any furniture, just log walls, a slanted roof, lots of sharp, prickly branches, and a hard dirt floor. They could stretch out on their discarded clothing in the center of the floor. She reached down to spread out her shirt.

Jake smiled and scooped her up. “I got you.”

Her legs slid around his waist, and his cock nudged her opening. “You can hold me up?”

“I’ve dreamed of nothing but that for weeks.”

She shifted her position. The tip of his penis teased her. “Do it. Now. Please.”

He slid inside with one smooth thrust. The feeling was exhilarating.

He thrust, and she licked his neck, then bit his shoulder lightly. “You really are a Burns.”

He paused midthrust.

She raised her head and grinned at his questioning look. “Ever ready.”

He tilted back his head and laughed. A laugh burst from her too, but was silenced when he pulled her up and lowered her again as he rocked his hips. The feel of him was so good, it blocked everything else out.

They were chest to chest as he moved her up and down on his cock, standing in the middle of the forested den. His mouth found hers, and he kissed her deep, all while he rocked his hips and held her. It was wild and thrilling, the way he had total control of her body.

She trusted him. Utterly. Completely. This was an easy surrender.

She clenched tight around him as the kiss intensified the pleasure that ran all through her. The hair on his chest abraded her nipples. It was a full sensory experience, and she was trapped in it. Fully his.

This was real. They were real.

Pleasure built with each moment. She pulled back to watch his face. He was lost in the moment, engulfed. Just like her. She loved this. Loved him.

Truly, completely, loved him.

Watching him pitched her over the edge. She came hard, unable to pull back to control the intensity, the pleasure increasing until it was almost unbearable. Then she tipped again, an explosion that rippled on and on.

His orgasm followed. He let out a long groan she felt in her chest. He thrust deep again and again. When he was spent, he held her, breathing hard.

After a long moment, in a feat of strength and balance she never would have believed possible, he ever so slowly knelt, placing one knee to the ground while his other leg supported her, then he shifted, lowering them both until his bare ass was on the floor and she straddled him, bodies still connected.

She leaned against him, chest heaving, and pressed her face to his neck. He smelled so good. Her Jake. Sex. And the musky scent of forest and earth.

Here they were again, back in a forested hidey hole, and they’d finally done what she’d wanted the first time. Perhaps they would have then if she hadn’t tried to shoot him.