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Only, it lasts but a moment, before I’m slammed forward, all the air whooshing out of me as his hard body crashes me against the harsh bark of a tree. His hand protects my head, before it tangles in my hair, yanking it back. I shriek as if the man behind me is not my husband. But logic works differently in moments like this because my pussy wants something else entirely.
“You thought you fooled me,” he growls, and I’m about to snap back when his hand rushes down between my ass cheeks, pushing my panties to the side, and his fingers rip through me. I scream as my back arches, involuntarily pushing into him. He thrusts his fingers into my pussy, slow and hard, my core tightening around him.
“Is that what you want? My fingers spreading this wet cunt?”
He yanks my head back harder when I don’t respond, but my mouth seems full of moans, devoid of words.
“Aaah!” I yelp as he tugs me hard against him and away from the tree.
“Careful, baby girl,” he whispers against my ear, “someone might hear you.”
My eyes flick toward the lights, realizing I ran almost to the edge of the clearing. The voices and music of Casablanca are all that covers my shrieks because there aren’t many trees between us and the first people laid in the blankets in the clearing.
“Ronan, I—”
But before I can continue, he covers my mouth.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns.
I squirm in his grip, pushing away, but failing miserably and falling on the ground. I rush to push myself up, and yelp when his hand wraps around my ankle, yanking me back a few feet. Reaching forward, I try to grab onto something, my dress riding up, exposing my whole lower half.
“We’re too close. Someone will see us, someone…”
His hand smacks my ass, the burn reaching my pussy, quieting me with a shudder.
“Stop pretending this doesn’t make you wet.” He slams down onto his elbow next to my face, his other hand pulling at my panties until they rip, then his fingers find my pussy once again, sinking inside as my whole body lurches forward.
He’s right… it does make me wet.
He rolls those digits inside of me, rubbing against everything that makes my body sing. But the song is not loud enough, I need more.
“Look at them, laying quietly on their picnic blankets, sipping their wine, oblivious to the strong pulses of your walls around my fingers, begging for more.”
My gaze snaps up and I see them all. A surreal, calm image as the man who lays on top of me thrusts in and out of me harshly, spreading his fingers as he pulls out, rolling them over and over, hitting that spot that makes me see stars, but not lingering long enough to make them explode behind my eyes.
A heat takes over my body, one that begs to fucking burst into flames, but he doesn’t add the goddamn fuel. I want it, I need it…
“Please…” My inner thoughts break out, my voice surprisingly pained.
But he keeps teasing that spot, a ghost of a touch hitting my clit, making my back arch, my hips pushing against him, begging.
“I want… please, Ronan… I need…” I mewl, unable to form the sentence.
“I knowexactlywhat you need,” he growls, and before my next inhale, his cock impales me in one deep stroke. I cry out in both pleasure and pain, watching, horrified, when one of the people on the blankets turns their head.
Ronan doesn’t stop, fiercely slamming inside of me, the slapping of our skin barely masked by the sounds of the music, the buckle of his belt scratching me, but it feels so goddamn good. He wraps his arm around my hip until his fingers reach that nub of flesh, and when he presses two against the top of it and rolls them in small, fast circles… those stars finally explode.
My toes curl, my body shakes, all my nerve endings sing all at once, and I swear I’m seeing all the fucking colors of the rainbow as I bite into Ronan’s forearm to keep from screaming. He really did know exactly what I needed.
I think I’m done, but Ronan is harsher than before, fucking me like a wild beast, pressing me harder into the forest floor. His fingers rub against my clit again, but my orgasm has barely dissipated.
“Oh God, baby…” I moan, silently pleading for him to stop because I’m too sensitive. Far too sensitive. But his thrusts are relentless, and his digits drive me to the point of insanity.
“Come for meagain!” he orders.
“I can’t…” I cry out, writhing against his body that uses mine like I’m his to do as he pleases.
Oh, but I am… fuck, he can do anything… everything. He smacks my clit with his fingers, and I throw my head back as I’m starting to see those stars again. Catching my hair, he pulls my head down and presses the side of my face on the ground, leaning in.
