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Jeanie
The rock is hard and warm against my back as he pins me there. My brain’s a fuzzy wreck trying to piece together everything he told me up on that ledge—Sonia, her betrayal and death, what that did to him over the years—and it makes so much sense. He blames himself for what she did, and he can’t trust because of it. He’s isolating himself away from the family, and it’s all because of that woman and the rips she created in his soul.
I can’t fix him. Hell, I should be terrified of him.
But I can give in and finally take what I desperately want.
My tank top comes off. My sports bra follows. His hands are rough and firm as he kisses my lips and moves down to bite my nipples. I moan, gripping his hair, my brain buzzing with pleasure as he teases me. He pins my hands up again and licks my breasts, my lips, my throat. He’s insatiable and I can feel his cock stiffening, getting harder and harder as he keeps me pinned and moaning.
“I shouldn’t have waited this long,” he says, turning me around violently and ripping down my leggings. We’re in public, out in nature, alone but not in private and that adds to sense of wild urgency coursing through my veins.
I gasp in shock as he presses against my back, hands cupping my breasts. He bites my shoulder and pulls my hair, making me groan in pain and pleasure, an impossible and wild mix. “I should’ve told you that story from the start. I should’ve gotten over it years ago. Instead, I’ve been carrying it around.”
“Does it feel better now?”
“No, and I doubt it ever will. But you know what feels good? You do, princess. You feel good, Jeanie.” He licks my ear and grips my hair with one hand while the other snakes down between my legs.
I gasp as he finds my clit. He’s a monster, a beast, and waves of desire pulse into my core, hitting me over and over like waves. I moan, wiggling my hips. I grunt, arching my back, as he pulls my hair tight and slides his fingers inside. I’m dripping wet, soaking and out of my mind. This is so fucked up, wanting him like this after he told me that horrible story, especially knowing what he’d do to me if he ever found out the truth about me.
But I can’t help myself. Hearing him be vulnerable like that, it made me lose my mind.
He groans in my ear. “You are too much. Too slick, too gorgeous. I want to pull your hair until you scream and come on my thick cock.” He pulls back and spanks my ass hard. I gasp in surprise and look back at him, mouth hanging open, and he covers my lips with his own. When the kiss ends, he spanks me again, harder.
“You’re going to leave a bruise,” I say and he laughs.
“Good. I want you marked.” He spanks me again, again, and unbuckles his pants. They slide down as he teases my clit. I feel him press his cock against my ass and only his boxer briefs separate us. “I want you to feel me for weeks. I want you to walk around thinking about my hand on your naked flesh.” He spanks me again, and again, and pulls down his boxer briefs until his thick, hard cock presses against my quivering, soaked entrance.
I stare at him over my shoulder, heart racing with anticipation. He’s big, really big. Massive and thick, a huge veiny shaft, a trembling tip. I want him inside of me so badly but I’m afraid it’ll rip me to pieces. He’s not being gentle, and I don’t want it gentle.
We’re in the middle of the damn desert, fucking like animals, and I want him to take me like a savage.
He spreads my ass wide and sides himself into my pussy.
I gasp and throw my head back. “Oh, god, Gavino,” I moan and he growls and purrs his pleasure.
“Fucking tight,” he says in my ear. “So fucking wet. You want this badly, don’t you?” He fucks me slow at first, sliding in and out, taking me, dominating me. “You want me to press my cock deep inside and fill you to the brim. I’ll pulse between your legs and fill you with my cum if you beg for it, you filthy girl.”
“Please,” I whisper as he fucks me faster. I’m mindless, weightless, spinning with need. “Oh, god, please.” He goes faster, slaps my ass, pulls my hair. “Fuck me, Gavino.”
He fucks me deep, hard, every inch of his shaft filling me. I’m burning with him now, melting into his lust. Each stroke is a hammer blow. Each thrust throws me further and further into ecstasy. He grips my hair and kisses me over my shoulder as he goes faster, faster, and I’m working my hips, pushing back against him, letting him take me and wanting to work him, wanting to feel his cock fuck me hard and deep enough to make me scream.
I moan his name as he pulls my hair. I’m in euphoria now, losing my mind. I feel my core clenching, tightening, the pleasure building.
“I want to make you mine, Jeanie,” he groans. “I want you in my house, on your hands and knees, waiting for me. I want to watch you in the morning, your beautiful body fresh and clean and ready. I want to obsess over you, Jeanie, obsess over all the pleasure I can give you, make you scream and beg and come. I want you to fucking come for me, you dirty girl. I want you to come.”
I gasp and move faster, faster, and finally it hits me, hard and deep and burrowed into my chest. I come in a flash, in a wild detonation, a crazy blast of pleasure that rips into my mind. He’s savage and doesn’t slow, only fucks me through it, spanks my ass so hard I scream his name in response, before he finally stiffens, and I feel him coming, feel him twitch and fill me as promised.
We finish together. I’m a panting, gasping mess. I lean against the rock wall and he holds me, kissing me softly, stroking my body. He purrs and murmurs, tells me how pretty I am, how good I feel. He looks at my skin, at my body, and his eyes are filled with need and longing.
And I look back and see a monster.
Fear ripples down my spine. Fear, mingled with desire.
I want this man. I want him so badly it terrifies me.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispers and kisses me.
I smile and kiss him back. “I know I do.”
