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“Oh, please,” she whines.
I throw my head back and groan. The taste of her makes me ravenous.
My hand slides down her back, following the delicate shape of her spine. I press my cock against her wetness, delighting in the heat that emanates there. She shivers beneath me, her body begging for it. I line up my cock against her aching slit and force myself to slip inside slowly. This is the last of my restraint, just in case she can’t handle my size.
She sighs in relief.
“Is this what you needed so badly, my little flame? You’re burning quite hot right now.” I plunge further inside her.
My mate releases a desperate cry and meets my thrust.
“How does it feel, Kaye?”
“S-so good,” she murmurs, lost to pleasure already. I roll my hips into hers, finally seating deep enough that my body slams against her backside. It won’t be easy to stay in this position, but it feels wonderful. But she’s too low for me to dig in and pound into her. I slide my palm under her, squeezing her belly with affection before lifting her up while my cock’s still lodged inside.
“I need more,” she says, wriggling in my lap. “Move inside me. Please. Is this more of your teasing?”
The mating fever becomes all too much.
“No games tonight,” I tell her. “Only this.”
I let the instinct take hold as I start to rut her hard. I grip her hips and belly together to move her over my cock. Her torso drapes over the grass between my legs, nearly immobilized by the way she’s folded up. I guide her body towards me and then slam my hips forward, setting a harsh pace. She cries out, most words becoming incoherent. I pump into her furiously, mating fever ratcheting me into a higher and higher state of frenzy. Her cunt is wet and warm, sucking me in. Every time my cock strikes deep, her body jerks.
She frantically reaches her arms back toward me as she comes closer and closer to orgasm. I’d love nothing more than to hold her hands and comfort her through the intensity, but my focus is on driving her onto my cock. So I must watch her arms scrabble at my thighs, digging in for purchase as she whimpers out, “O-oh, yes, oh God, I’m close!”
Desperate to get her there, I decide I must somehow get deeper. I push her down, shifting my body weight. She slips from my lap onto the ground, and I push in hard, rolling my hips. Her face squishes into the grass under my chest.
“Can you breathe?” I check in. I can’t see her. It stresses me out, even if the tight grip of her cunt feels divine in this position.
“Don’t stop.”
I let out a low chuckle and ram into her. Only a couple thrusts have shifted her flat on the ground from my force, but the screams she releases seem positive. So I continue thrusting at the same rough pace. Then, without warning, she clenches. She climaxes with a flurry of muffled groans, her tightness fluttering around me with a wet gush. Her little hand finds my wrist where I’ve braced myself. The loose squeeze feels like a kiss, and I yearn for her affection.
I roll over, releasing from her with a wet pop. She’s panting, face down in the grass like she could expire right there.
“Little flame,” I say, suddenly concerned. “Have I hurt you?”
I grab her arm and flip her over, only to find a blissed-out expression on her face.
“That felt amazing,” she babbles, eyes rolling up. The blades of grass have left little red impressions all over her breasts and belly from the weight of me grinding into her from behind. I frown.
“I fear I’ve used you too harshly—”
She tosses her head to shake the hair out of the way.
“Why did you stop?” A pout appears on her lips.
“Ah, a misguided concern for your comfort, I suppose. What? Should I keep slamming you into the ground until there’s a Kaye-shaped indentation?”
She giggles. “Maybe. But I don’t care, none of it hurt. So let’s keep going, please.”
“I want to see you. I feel deprived of that pretty face you make when you climax,” I tell her, taking her pink face in my hand. “This face is very good too, though.”
I pat my thigh.
“Come sit on me,” I tell her. “That way I can watch you when you lose all your senses.”
She crawls forward, leaning in for a kiss instead of doing as I’ve asked. I enjoy this rare opportunity to allow our tongues to dance together. Her lips open for me so easily, but she only teases her tongue at the seam of my lips. My submissive little thing wants me to be the one who plunges my tongue inside her. I happily accept her invitation, and she groans in satisfaction when I lick and caress her waiting mouth. I bite at her plump bottom lip— I’m never willing to pass up an opportunity to make her squeal.
