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Looking up, I almost dropped the bottles. Hannah was framed in the open door, holding a blanket. I didn’t just get to watch her walk across the yard naked as the day she’d been born, I got to walk beside her.
I parted the branches and she ducked inside, but turned as I stepped in after her. “I want to add a caveat to my win.”
“Oh?” I asked.
Her face flushed but she nodded. “I want to feel the snake’s bite.”
My cock was already rising and I grinned. “I think I can manage that.”
She stepped close, dropped her hand to take hold of my cock. “Make that two caveats.”
“You’re pushing it, babe.”
“Maybe,” she conceded, but her smile had my cock twitching in her hold. “And I don’t want to be greedy… well, that’s a lie.”
When I opened my lips to assure her I’d give her whatever she desired, she placed a finger over them.
“And we both know the price for lying. But instead of your belt, I want to feel the bite of one of those.” Releasing my lips, she pointed to the branches that shielded us in our Eden.
After I nodded, she set aside the gardening shears she’d concealed between the fold of the blanket before spreading it out and lying down. I massaged every inch, every nook and cranny until she was glistening, front and back. When I guided her to her hands and knees, she watched as I took the shears and cut a switch, making sure to remove every bud and burr. I whipped it through the air and she shuddered, her eyes never leaving the implement that would be but the first snake to take a bite of her ass.
Her cries were sharp, but her moans delicious as my hand rubbed away the sting after the switch had landed. Thin red lines rose on her white ass, which lifted again and again, asking for another bite. I’d placed seven lines before the switch broke. Tossing it away, I ran one hand over her welted flesh and used the other to oil my cock.
“Ready for the next bite?” I asked, pulling the cheeks of her ass apart.
“Oh, yes… yes, sir.”
I sank into her… into heaven in the middle of the Eden we’d created together. I didn’t bite, I worshipped. Every stroke was slow, each one filling her completely, pausing before pulling back. Each whimper, every mewl and gasp was sung by the angel who was the other half of my soul… my very life.
