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“Jesus, Gemma.”
I gripped the seat for dear life as he veered the car to the left, we bumped and bounced about the place until we drew to a stop. I heard him click the handbrake into place, felt the cold air as his door opened.Shit, don’t leave me here.
I heard his footsteps around the back, then the thunk of the door handle at my side. His hands on me, unclipping the seatbelt before hauling me outside. I squealed as he pinned me against the car, wind in my face and mud squelching under my heels.
And then he kissed me. Hard. Harder than fucking hard. So hard he took my breath, tongue hunting mine around my mouth, his lips fierce and hot against mine. I gasped against his mouth, hands springing up to tangle in his hair. It was damp in the morning drizzle, curling at the tips. He hitched my jumper, warm palms against my cool skin, and I ached for him, worse than any fucking ache those fat cocks had left behind. This was different, like a gaping black fucking hole in my heart.
I went for the blindfold but once again he stopped me, slamming my wrists above my head and stilling my body with his.
“Not today,” he said. “Last day, Gemma. Next time we see each other the blindfold is off. God fucking knows what will happen then, I guess we’ll just have to suck it and see. But not now, not today.”
“Ok, Jason,” I breathed. “Just fucking fuck me.”
“Are you serious?”
“Fuck me!” I screeched. “You promised you’d fuck me where they’d been, promised it would be the best one of all.”
“You’re battered fucking raw, Gemma.”
“You want me to beg you?”
“You’re a crazy girl, so fucking crazy.” I heard him drop to his knees in the mud, splattering my feet before he pulled me down with him. It caked my legs, my ass, too, squelching underneath us as he wrenched me into position. He spread my legs, his breath hot on my sore, cold pussy.
“Fuck, Jason, fuck.”
He lapped at my clit, licked me where the others had taken me, pressing his tongue all the way inside. I gasped at the burn, but I didn’t stop him.
“Fuck, oh fuck.”
“My beautiful fucking dirty girl,” he mumbled. “Gaping wide and fucking raw for me.”
I gripped his head, held him tight, a crazy eruption of euphoria swallowing me up. “I can’t stop this,” I hissed. “I’ll never fucking stop. You’re in my fucking mind, Jason, all the time. All the fucking time.”
He scrabbled in the mud, coming to rest on top of me, his weight heavy while he struggled with his jeans. “You’ve put a fucking spell on me, dirty girl. You drive me fucking insane.”
“FUCK ME!” I screamed. “PLEASE FUCK ME!”
I bunched my fists at his back, groaning at the burn as he pushed his way inside.
“Take it,” he growled. “Take all of me. Every filthy fucking bit.”
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit!”
He fucked me slow but deep, every thrust painful, every thrust bliss. I squirmed for him, moaned for him, caked in cold squelching mud and soaked from the drizzle and I didn’t fucking care. Not one fucking bit.
He shook as he came, his whole body tense, muscles strung tight as his hair dripped onto my face. I clamped him in sore thighs, holding him inside me, until he was long spent, collapsing into the mud at my side.
“Fuck,” he laughed. “Jesus fucking Christ, Gemma, that was fucking crazy.”
That about summed it up.
***
Gemma
Wide eyes stared as I trudged my way back indoors, jaws on the floor.
“Don’t ask,” I said, trying not to drip mud all over the carpet.
