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Tears stream down her face, alongside the black eyeliner she’s wearing, staining her rosy cheeks as she chokes on my cock. Her pink lipstick is smeared over her face, and along the length of my cock. Despite her dishevelled appearance, and the spit running down her chin, she’s never looked more fucking gorgeous to me.

Unable to control myself any longer, as she slides my cock out of her mouth, I reach down and grab under her arms, lifting her to her feet as she yelps in surprise. Before she’s even found her footing, I spin her around and push her chest against the tree behind her.

Without giving either of us a moment to think, I arch her back and spread her arse-cheeks wide, before sinking my spit-covered cock into her dripping-wet pussy, not stopping until I’m all the way in. Her cry of surprise quickly turns into a guttural moan as I hit her deep inside, my hands roughly grabbing her hips to keep her in place.

“Oh, fuck.” As the expletive falls from her lips, I can’t help but chuckle, knowing I’ve corrupted her thoroughly now.

“Tut tut, Harper. That’s hardly the language of a good little Order girl, is it?” I joke, as I fuck her slowly, making sure she can feel every inch of me as I pull out and push back in.

“Fuck. Order girls don’t know what they’re missing,” she groans, pushing her arse back against me, trying to get me to move faster.

I slap her arse-cheek hard, loving the way she yelps before turning to glare at me, but she wisely keeps her mouth shut, not wanting to earn another punishment. Her sweet little arse is probably still a little sore from the last one.

“You like how much I’ve corrupted you?” I ask in between thrusts, getting faster with each one, as I gradually lose control to her tight walls.

She nods, biting her bottom lip once more in an attempt to hold back the sexy little mewl she lets out every time I hit that sweet spot deep inside her. “I never knew it could feel this good.”

Fuck, if that doesn’t make me want to puff my chest out like a fucking caveman, knowing I’m the only person who has ever made her feel pleasure like this.

“Only with me,” I grunt, pounding into her hard and fast now. “No one else will ever make you feel the way I do.”

The thought of anyone else touching Harper makes my blood boil, and I fuck her harder, hoping I can leave my mark on her in any way I can. If I have my way, she’ll never so much as look at another man. I’ve already shown everyone what happens when they take what’s mine, and Nigel won’t be the last man who has his skin removed for touching what doesn’t belong to him.

As my skin tingles, my balls throbbing painfully with my impending release, jolts of electricity shoot along my spine, letting me know I’m close. Harper’s tight cunt is fluttering around my cock, but I want to make sure she gets there before me.

I reach around the front of her body, sliding my hand over her mound until I reach her slit. As soon as my fingers meet her clit, Harper lets out a loud moan, and it fucking echoes beautifully all around the forest.

She arches her back, rocking hard against me with each of my thrusts, forcing my cock deeper inside her tight cunt. She cries out as her eyes roll, her grip on the tree looking almost painful as she rises onto her tip-toes. The change in her position tilts her pelvis, and I’m able to sink in just that little bit deeper.

That’s all it takes for us both to lose the last of our control, our orgasms hitting at the same time. I shoot my load deep inside her cunt, as her walls tighten around me, milking every drop as Harper shudders beneath me.

Her orgasm hits her hard, and she cries out loudly, her body trembling as her release crashes over her, and I tighten my grip on her hips to hold her through it.

Once the last wave has subsided, Harper’s legs wobble, and her body sags as she drags in shaky breaths. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest, while my soft cock remains buried in her warm pussy.

I hold her there until her legs stop shaking and she’s able to stand on her own, our breathing finally returning to normal. As I slowly pull out, Harper hisses, and luckily, it’s loud enough to drown out the soft groan I don’t mean to let slip as my cock mourns the loss of her tight heat.

As Harper takes a step away from me, she reaches down between her legs, making a noise of disgust when she lifts her fingers to show she’s scooped up some of my cum that’s oozing down her thighs.

I take hold of her wrist and push it towards her mouth, setting my fierce gaze on her, so she knows not to question my silent instruction. Like the good little slut she’s becoming, she licks and sucks every drop of my cum from her fingers.

As she’s doing that, I reach down and scoop up some of my own, before pressing my fingers into her sore cunt, pushing my seed back inside her. She whimpers at my touch.

“I want your cunt to be full of my cum at all times,” I tell her as I pull my fingers out of her pussy, before sliding them into her mouth alongside her own.

Once they’re clean, and Harper’s lips are glistening with a mixture of her juices and my cum, I pull our fingers out. Her plump lips have never looked so fucking tempting, and when Harper leans in, a hopeful gaze in her eyes, I almost fucking cave.

Reluctantly, I take a step back, and Harper lets out a frustrated growl. “Why the fuck won’t you kiss me?” She actually stomps her foot like a child throwing a tantrum, and I can’t help but smile at how fucking adorable she looks.

I shrug my shoulders as if it’s no big deal. “It’s too intimate.”

Her eyes widen as she shakes her head, looking confused. “You just fed me your cum off your fingers, which were buried deep in my pussy…you don’t get more bloody intimate than that.”

I chuckle, struggling to find an argument for that. “Kissing is way more intense, more…real.”

She narrows her gaze on me, her brow furrowing. “We’re not in fucking Pretty Woman.”

“No, but her reasons were valid,” I reply, without thinking.