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The sunlight shone on my pale, bare skin, between my breasts. He freed one of his hands, letting go of my wrist, and cupped me beneath my shirt. His finger pinched roughly, teasing, flicking my hard nipple before moving to the next.
His face came forward as he spit out a bit of my shirt, and then his lips were on me again. I fought and fought, but my resistance dwindled as he groped and fondled me.
The simmering need inside me became ravenous and hungry. Aching, as he draped himself around my body on his side, me on mine. Taking control of my limbs and pleasure.
The jolt of ecstasy that launched through my body made me writhe. He chuckled in my mouth as he devoured me like he owned me, and in this moment, he did.
My hands, now freed from his, roamed over his body. One hand went down between us to stroke the hard length pushing against my middle, while my other hand cupped his chin and brought him closer so I could try to assert some level of dominance.
It was that assertion of dominance that made him growl low in my throat, the sound vibrating, humming through me.
I dragged my hand into his waistband and felt the hard, huge length of him. My fingers circled the fat middle of his cock.
I stroked him in his pants, while he pulled his knee away from my cunt. His pants soiled black at his thigh from his arousal. His lips separated from mine, strands of saliva stretching between our mouths. A feral look overcame him, and he reached down and yanked my pants down to my knees, baring my thighs and ass.
His hand hooked under my thigh and hoisted my leg up, and he squeezed in between my flesh and lined his cock up with my wet center.
“Will . . .” I mumbled, the arousal too much to take.
He moved like an animal, surging inside me in one punishing thrust. My mumble cut off on a sharp exhale, and I hissed as his thick cock curved deep inside me.
He swung his hips along the mud and grass, plowing inside me deep as he could before bottoming out. Holding my leg up the whole time. Jiggling my thigh and tits with every sideways thrust of his hips.
It was an awkward position, but Will Scarlet was determined to make it work. The entire time he fucked me on the ground like an untamed animal, his other hand toyed with my flesh, roaming over my chest and the dip at my side, through my hair and down to my neck.
His hand tightened around my neck and he squeezed lightly.
My eyes bulged, my toes curled in my boots. I tried to roll on top of him, desperate to get closer, closer, closer. He was already as deep as he could go, hilted to his balls, yet I wanted him deeper.
Friar Tuck and Alan-a-Dale had shown me that despite my size, I could take an incredible amount of man inside me. Men, as they’d proven.
Will had expert technique. He wouldn’t let me take control. He used my body as his reward, as he’d earned the right to do. I mewled near his mouth, peppering him with kisses, still trying to roll my weight on top of him.
And he pushed harder, until I was on my back, staring up at the sky once more.
His face came into view, a dark shadow eclipsing the sun. He pummeled my cunt with his arms framing my face, and then he was flipping me again—onto my stomach—in his favorite position.
My hands clawed forward in the dirt. My freed breasts sank into the cold mud. Will’s hard, narrow hips pelted into my round, fleshy ass with thunderous claps that rang out in the afternoon sun.
My moans echoed through the trees and breeze and branches. My legs stretched out between his legs. His balls glided along the backs of my thighs as he drilled into me from behind.
I came, kicking my legs up, and shook my head of the heady stars that suddenly appeared in my eyes. Blinking rapidly, I tried to gain control of my senses.
Then Will went onto his feet, crouching behind and above me like a monstrous beast, cock still lodged deep inside. His arms reached forward, one hand hooking into my mouth and pulling my lips to the side like I was a fish caught on a hook. His other hand wrapped into my hair, twirling my locks around his wrist, then pulled my head back.
I gasped, strangled, the air choked out of me. His cock dove into me from above while his hands made mincemeat of my mind and psyche. Breaking me. Making me scream. Making me climax again, as every eager, vicious thrust clapped against my ass and rippled through my flesh.
He used every part of my body, and I couldn’t hold back. My mind turned into a muddled heap of nothingness—no thoughts, just the continual slap of his balls against my ass, his cock spreading my tunnel apart and punching up into my guts.
I swore I could feel him in my stomach from this angle. It would have been painful if I weren’t so aroused and soaked and lost in the moment.
We became a cohesive fusion of flesh and feeling, muscle and sensation. We became one entity, lost in the throes of unbridled, primal lust. The heat swimming inside me spiderwebbed in every direction—out to my arms, legs, fingers, toes. The warmth settled in my neck as my heart launched to my throat.
He was tugging me back by my hair, hooking my mouth, bowing my spine, fucking me ravenously and endlessly. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since our chase became a wrestle, and our wrestle morphed into a beautiful, degrading, raw moment of passion.
My arms were dangling uselessly at my sides, hands swinging with every forceful thrust from the youthful monster. I tried clenching them into fists, but they had gone numb.
Darkness started to rim my vision. I was going to lose consciousness if he wasn’t careful—
