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I kiss her again, plunging my finger in and out of her pussy. She groans into my mouth, her hot breath making me hard enough to throb with need.

I let go of her, deepening my voice as I give her a command. “On your knees.”

She does as I order, sinking into the grass slightly as I unzip my pants and pull out my rock hard cock. “Open your mouth,” I tell her.

She sticks out her tongue, circling the tip of me, making my shaft jerk as the heat of her teases me, making me want to slam myself into the back of her throat.

I resist doing that, instead letting her glide her tongue along my length as I stare down at her in the dark. “Good girl,” I say as I step back from her, stroking myself slowly from root to tip. “Bend over for me.”

She turns around onto all fours, her head down near the ground. I lift her dress to her waist, looking down at that perfect ass of hers, just visible in the darkness as my eyes adjust to the gloom.

I kneel behind her, pushing her legs apart, finding her clit and stroking it. I rest my cock in the valley between her ass cheeks, loving the feel of her gripping and squeezing me, teasing my length while I tease her clit.

I can hear people talking up on the hilltop as they walk by. They’ve no idea what’s happening just out of their eyeline. Their voices fade away as I continue stroking her clit.

I move my other hand to her entrance, sliding two fingers into her sopping hole as she moans quietly in front of me. She rocks back onto my hands, getting herself close to orgasm in minutes. Just as she’s on the edge, I slip my fingers from her and replace them with my cock, slamming all the way into her just in time.

She comes an instant later, the contractions around my shaft strong and powerful. I keep thrusting into her, gripping her ass, squeezing it roughly, not pausing for breath, moving faster and faster until my own orgasm gushes out of me, filling her up and marking her as mine once again.

I don’t leave her until every last drop has poured from me. Only then do I stand up, helping her to her feet. She looks down at my cock and strokes it, a flash of hunger in her eyes. “I never thought I’d do that,” she says, shifting in place slightly. “I can still feel you inside me. I’ll be feeling it all day tomorrow.”

I kiss her before putting my cock back in my pants. “Nothing like an evening stroll in the park,” I tell her. “Now let’s get you home and into the tub.”

She smiles at me, taking my hand as we walk back up the hill to the path. “I enjoyed that,” she says. “But we better move fast.”

“Should I ask why?”

“Let’s just say gravity is doing its thing and my panties were nowhere to be found when we were done.”

I like the thought of my seed leaking out of her, one more way she’s marked as mine. Like I’ve said before, I corrupt things. It feels good to do it.

I can’t think of much that feels better. Except maybe killing Don Colombo and his son to avenge Kelly’s sister.

TEN

KELLY

* * *

Ricardo’s gone out and left me at home. It’s funny how I’m already calling it home. My place is back with my parents. Though I’m not sure how welcome I’ll be there given that neither of them is answering my calls.

At least I know they won’t lose the place to the bank. Thanks to Ricardo. The man my dad wants me to leave. Thinks I’m a fool for marrying.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am a fool. Would an intelligent sensible person do what I just did tonight?

I had sex in the open air. I’ve never done that before. None of the relationships I’ve been in, and there weren’t many, ever went beyond the bedroom. This was something utterly different.

Outside my comfort zone is an odd place to be. Particularly because it doesn’t feel that uncomfortable.

I like this house. I like sitting in this leather armchair by the window that overlooks the pond. I like reading in peace and thinking about not very much at all. That’s what I’d be doing right now if my mind wasn’t whirling with memories of what we just did.

Every time I blink I’m back there. The grass is damp on my knees. My hands dig into the ground, my face low to the earth, my ass in the air. He’s behind me, owning me in the most visceral and dominant way a man can own a woman. It felt so good, like nothing I’ve known. A fantasy come true and all because of him. He’s brought me out of myself since I’ve known him. He’s made me sing on stage. He’s made me suck his cock in the middle of the park. He’s made me see that I’m not who I thought I was. I’m someone different. Stronger. More like him.

I thought we were so different when we first met. Nothing in common at all. Now I know different. He reads Ben Elton books for one thing. Fan of Clark Gable. Into cheesy 80s movies. We’ve watched one together before bed every night this week. Made it through the Back to the Future trilogy and Ferris Bueller. He even agreed with the theory that Ferris is Cameron’s imaginary friend. No one ever agreed to that one before. Most people don’t even know what movie I’m referring to.

I’m hoping he won’t be too late back tonight. I’ve got Sixteen Candles planned, a John Hughes that he hasn’t actually seen. I told him how shocked and appalled I was by that fact and I got a laugh out of him for the first time.

It’s like he was frozen and he’s starting to thaw. It’s good to see him like this. Makes it possible to imagine him as the father of my child. Doing the whole doting parent thing. Ideally doing it together.

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