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Bouncing harder on his cock, I let my head drop back as I slam his hands into the dirt above his head. I roll and rock until another release slams through me, stealing my cry as I grind onto his cock, riding out the waves of release. When I slump forward, he grips my chin.

“Just for that, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and not let you come again, and then I’m going to force you to walk back naked and dripping with my cum. Next time, you’ll remember not to disobey me.” He kisses me quickly after that threat, and I blink in confusion and post-orgasmic bliss.

Without warning, he flips me. My face is smashed to the mud, and I struggle to breathe. His big hand comes down on my ass in punishment before his huge, wet cock slams back inside of me. I cry out silently, even as I push back and take him deeper. He blankets my back, nipping my shoulder and neck over and over in time with his brutal thrusts.

“Oh God, yes!” I cry out, and it breaks through his madness, so he unleashes more of it.

His thrusts turn wild, jerky, and fast, and his teeth dig into my skin so hard, he draws blood. I cry out in both pain and pleasure, reaching for another release. He stills suddenly and grunts into my skin. I feel him jerk inside me, filling me with his release, and as suddenly as he fucked me, he’s gone. I slump into the mud, achy, dirty, and dripping with his cum like he promised.

Shit.

I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my lips as I roll over to see him standing above me, stumbling as he does his jeans. He watches me carefully. His hair is a mess, his face and chest are covered in muddy handprints, and his jeans are coated in it. He’s a mess but so fucking sexy, my pussy clenches. Reaching down, he offers me a hand. I look at it and to him before taking a risk, a chance, and placing my hand in his. He helps me up, the force sending me stumbling into his chest. Pushing my tangled hair back, he stares down at me tenderly.

“Let’s get you back,” he murmurs, and just when I think he’s about to kiss me, he turns away, smacking my side to get me moving.

Asshole.

I’m covered head to toe in mud. It’s caked in my hair, my eyelashes, my toes, and…well, everywhere. I reluctantly trudge back to the farmhouse in my state. Gage casually strolls behind me like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

I close my eyes for a moment, pausing with my hand on the backdoor.

“Regret begging for my cock?” he murmurs in my ear, his voice disarming and low, sending a shiver through me. The warmth of his body behind me almost makes me lean back.

Almost.

“Shut up,” I mutter, ignoring his low growling chuckle as I push open the door and step inside the kitchen to find them still sitting around the table. All eyes turn to us, widening in shock and desire.

“Do not say a word,” I mutter as I stand there, dripping.

Archer’s eyebrows rise, and his eyes rake across my exposed skin. Eric and Booker just laugh.

“Damn,” Eric mutters, pulling out his wallet and handing some bills to Booker, who winks at me.

“Bastards. All of you,” I grumble as I sniff and storm past them as ladylike as I can, but I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips despite it all.

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