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“How are you feeling?” I ask quietly, my voice rougher than intended.
“I’m still a little sore,” she admits, her voice becoming breathless. “But definitely not too sore for…”
She lets those words trail off suggestively, and heat floods my system like wildfire. The way she’s looking at me—eyes bright, cheeks flushed pink from both the cold air and obvious arousal—makes my cock throb insistently against my jeans.
“Turn around,” I command softly, my hands settling on her hips to guide her movement.
She obeys without hesitation, turning to face outward from the gazebo. Her hands brace against the wooden railing, and she leans forward slightly in a pose that perfectly accentuates every one of her gorgeous curves. The sight of her positioned like this—ready and willing for whatever I want to do to her—sends blood rushing straight to my cock.
I step up directly behind her, pressing my chest against her back as I lean down to speak directly into her ear.
“You know,” I murmur, my voice low and rough with want, “we’re pretty far from the main house out here. Not in anyone’s direct line of sight either.” My hands skim down her sides, feeling her shiver responsively at my touch. “But someone could still see us if they decided to wander out here for a walk. Think you can stay quiet for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she breathes, already arching back against me instinctively.
“Promise?” I ask, sliding one hand between her legs from behind. Even through her jeans, I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy. “Because if you make too much noise, someone might come out to investigate what’s happening.”
“I promise,” she whispers, her voice already strained with need as I cup her through the thick fabric.
I grind my hips against her ass with deliberate pressure, letting her feel exactly how hard I am while my hand massages her pussy through her jeans. She whimpers softly, pushing back against me with obvious desperation.
“That’s it,” I praise, my lips brushing against her ear. “Feel how much I want you? I’ve been walking around with this painful hard-on for hours, thinking about getting my hands on you again, imagining all the things I want to do to your perfect body.”
I work her up slowly and deliberately, building her arousal while we maintain the appearance of innocent conversation to anyone who might glance our way. From a distance, we just look like two people chatting in the gazebo. They can’t see my hand between her legs or the way she’s subtly grinding against my touch.
When I feel her getting close to the edge, I quickly undo her jeans and push them down just enough, along with her panties. The gazebo railing conceals everything below her waist, but we’re still visible and the risk makes my heart race.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” I breathe against her neck, circling her swollen clit. “Were you thinking about this while we were talking? About me touching you out here where anyone could catch us?”
She nods frantically, her hips rocking against my hand as I continue teasing her. I can feel her getting wetter with each stroke of my fingers, her body responding to my touch like she was made specifically for me.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl, using my free hand to work my belt open. “Need to feel that tight, perfect pussy wrapped around my cock.”
My cock springs free, already leaking precum. I’m bigger than most men—significantly bigger—and I know she’ll need time to adjust to my size, especially since she’s still sore from last night. I position myself at her entrance, working just the swollen head inside.
“Breathe for me,” I murmur, feeling her stretch around me. “Take your time, baby. We’re not in any rush.”
As I press deeper into her warm, wet pussy, I groan with relief and pleasure. Her body opens up for me perfectly, her inner walls gripping me like she never wants to let me go.
“Jesus,” I breathe, fighting to keep my voice low. “You feel incredible. So perfectly tight around my cock.”
I start moving slowly, trying to maintain our innocent facade in case any potential observers look out this way from the house. But it’s fucking torture—she feels so damn good that every instinct is screaming at me to pound into her until she’s crying out my name.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips as I grapple with my self-control. “Taking my cock so quietly, being such a perfect girl for me.”
She whimpers softly, her walls fluttering around me in a way that makes my vision blur. I’m rapidly losing the fight against my baser instincts, my thrusts becoming incrementally deeper and faster despite my efforts.
That’s when my phone starts buzzing insistently in my pocket.
I briefly consider ignoring it, but when I manage to glance at the screen, I see Ford’s name. It could be something urgent—business emergencies don’t wait for convenient timing.
“Answer it,” I tell Maeve, sliding the phone into her hand.
Her green eyes widen in shock as she peers at me over her shoulder. “Hayden, I can’t possibly—”
“It might be important,” I say with a dark chuckle. “Go ahead and take it.”
She fumbles with the phone, managing to swipe and accept the video call just as I deliver a particularly deep thrust that makes her whimper involuntarily. The sound draws Ford’s immediate attention, and I watch his expression change on the screen the second he realizes what’s happening.
