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She seems slightly emboldened now, and I watch in awe as her hand goes to her breast. “I’m so proud I’m throbbing.”
Look what I’ve done to this perfect girl. I’m going straight to hell.
The view from here as I lie in her lap and watch her caress the undersides of her breasts as she moans is like nothing else.
“If you keep touching yourself like that, you might wet your knickers,” I say.
“Too late to be concerned about that, darling,” she answers, using my pet name for her.
I reach back and feel the heat between her spread thighs. She moans softly as I work my fingers up and down the seam of the material. “Do you have a fever? You feel very hot there. You take such good care of me. What can I do to help you?”
There’s a hitch in her voice when she answers, “You know what I need. You’re such a good, smart, thoughtful boy.”
“The ground is so hard, though,” I feebly pretend to protest.
“It’s a long walk home, Etienne. I need you to help me feel better before we begin the return journey.”
Her words send electricity down my spine straight to my tight, aching balls.
“Pray tell, what will you do with it if I give it to you right now, right here, out in the open?” I continue stroking up and down the seam of her crotch, and her hands have moved down to fidget with the collar of my shirt. It takes everything in me not to shred it to pieces, as well as her sweater.
The way Kala bites her lip is maddening. “What will I do with it? I’ll milk it so tight and hard, you’ll see stars, my bad prince.”
I don’t know who moves first—whether she pulled me on top of her or I reached up and tumbled her over until she was under me. Likely, this was a joint effort.
“Etienne,” she gasps feverishly, her hands deftly working my belt buckle and unzipping my trousers. I lift my heavy cock free of its confines while she squirms under me, working down her leggings until they’re rolled to her knees.
With a growl, I ruck her sweater up to her waist and plunge into her with little warning.
A worry niggles at my conscience briefly—maybe this was too quick. Perhaps she’s not quite ready to take me with so little foreplay. But the sigh that explodes from her throat is pure relief, followed by, “Oh yes, Etienne, thank the gods…”
“Fuck me,” I growl. “You’re so…damn wet…and tight…and perfect…” I thrust into her with an offbeat rhythm on each ragged phrase that falls from my lips.
I pause because I might explode before she takes her pleasure. Hitching myself up, I reach down between our bodies and find my wife’s tight clit at the apex of her pussy. She whimpers when I run my thumb over the hood, then cries out as I work past that bit of skin to her most sensitive source of arousal.
“Etienne,” she moans. “Keep fucking me.”
“You come first. Always.”
Her brows knitting together, she croaks, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
My chest aches at this. My entire being aches to be closer, always impossibly closer to her.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat as I pump into her. I’m pleased as she shivers at that. She knows she’s mine, and she shivers at the reminder.
My wife explodes with a scream. I revel in the startling echoes—I’d almost forgotten we’re entirely exposed outside in nature. It’s incredible. I plunge back inside her even as she sobs my name—I need to feel her spasming around me. Because I’m still a selfish bastard.
“More, darling,” she begs. “I know you want to go harder. Don’t hold back. Show off for me, good boy.”
Hell’s bells, I’m already seeing stars. Without another word, I let loose on her, pushing into her with deep, hard thrusts, each punctuated by her cries of pleasure. I keep my eyes locked on hers, gauging her reactions. If it’s too rough, too much, I’ll stop.
I pull out and drive back inside her, watching her dazed expression, her shining eyes. Kala’s lips curve in a faraway smile, so I keep going.
Hard, fast, and thorough, I fuck my wife on this picnic blanket for all to see. A dozen drones could be locked on our every move, but I doubt it. I’m too dizzy with need and pleasure to care.
I must hold back this urge to strip her down, take her hard nipples into my mouth, and feel her perfect skin against mine. My saving grace is this protectiveness she’s found in me; I’d never put her at risk like that. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with a furious, messy, half-dressed shag. It’s exciting.She’sexciting.
I explode into her and roar her name on a swift, deep thrust.
