He kisses my lips. “I knew what you meant. I’m just fucking with you.”

I bite my lip as a surge of bravery shoots through me and I tell him, “I’d rather you just be fucking me.”

He growls as he cups my breast in his hand. “That can most definitely be arranged.”

The playful tone in his voice is soon replaced by a wicked gleam in his eyes—one that tells me he’s most definitely ready to fulfill my last request. With a swift movement of his hand, the gray briefs disappear and his thick cock springs out. I reach between us, eager to touch and explore his beautiful body. His flesh is warm and silky as my fingers run along the length of his shaft.

I know it’s completely ludicrous to call a cock stunning, but it’s the only word that comes to mind as I gaze upon this magnificent man before me.

I lick the palm of my hand and then wrap my fingers around his cock, giving it a few long strokes. Tyke’s head falls back, and his mouth drifts open as I work him.

“Shit,” he murmurs as he licks his lips then brings his face back up so he can stare at me with his lust-coated eyes. He reaches out and flicks his thumb over my still erect nipple. “You don’t know how good your touch feels.”

I bite my lip as the memory of how damn good he made my body feel floods me, and instantly, I crave that euphoria again.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I say, edging closer to the end of the stone and guiding his cock up and down my folds, making impact with my clit each time.

Tyke sucks a quick breath through his teeth. “Jesus. You’re still so fucking wet.”

I lean in and lick his parted lips. “It’s because I want you inside me so damn bad.”

He crushes his mouth to mine as he thrusts his hips forward and the tip of his cock teases my entrance. “This? Is this what you want?”

My thighs spread wider, and I grab his ass. “Yes.”

“Need it?” he questions, inching forward.

“Oh, God, yes.” Even I can hear the pleading in my voice as I beg him to give me more. “I do.”

He trails his nose along my jawline. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Frannie.”

Chills shoot down my spine as my entire body covers with goose bumps. I don’t remember ever wanting a man this much. No one has ever brought me to the edge and allowed me to teeter on the cliff of desire as long as Tyke has, and, God, the anticipation is killing me.

“Say it,” he coaxes. “I want to hear the dirty words coming out of your sexy mouth.”

“Fuck me, Tyke. I want you to fuck me,” I whisper against his lips.

As soon as the words touch the air, he thrusts his dick inside me. My pussy immediately clamps around him, holding him there.

“Fucking heaven,” he breathes, moving at a deliciously slow pace. He drops his head and rests his forehead on my shoulder. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last because it feels too—damn—good.”

I run my nails down his back, and he looks up to lock his gaze with mine. “Then fuck me hard and make it fucking count.”

My words must ignite something within him because he snakes his arms under mine and grips my shoulders, locking me into place. His thrusts pick up speed. “You like it hard?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

I close my eyes, loving the way every inch of me is on fire for this man. The sound of our skin slapping echoes around us in the otherwise quiet forest, turning me on even more.

He fists my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to look at him. “Watch me while I fuck you. I want to see you. I want to look in your eyes when you come with me inside you.”

The constant rhythm of him driving into me as deep as he can causes that familiar tingle to erupt throughout my body. I pant, and the urge to give in to the feeling and close my eyes rushes over me, but Tyke’s hold on me reminds me he wants to see me fall apart.

My mouth drifts open and a low moan rolls out of me as my second orgasm hits me hard. “Oh God. Tyke, yes.”

“That’s right, baby, come for me. Remember it’s me who makes you feel like this,” he chants as he watches me come undone before him.

His thrusts become more rigid as he pounds into me, seeking his own release while I’m still on my high. A string of unintelligible curses fly from his mouth as he comes hard.

“Shit,” he yells as he realizes he’s coming inside me.

He pulls his cock out just in time for me to watch one small shot of thick white come shoot onto the outer lips of my pussy. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like there’s some oozing out of me as well.

He grips a handful of his hair and stares down at his come dripping out of me. “Fuck. Jesus. Frannie, I’m sorry. I didn’t pull out in time. I was just so caught up in feeling you. If something happens, I want you to know I’ll take care of it.”

I shake my head as I hop off the rock—the lust-filled moment I was just living suddenly darkened by the reality of what has happened.

I grab my underwear off the ground. “It’s okay, Tyke. What are the odds of anything happening, right? It was an accident. One we won’t let happen again.”

I know it’s a lame attempt to console him. He’s no idiot. He knows just as well as I do what we just did is legitimately concerning.

He nods as he watches me put my clothes back on. “Still, if you get pregnant, you tell me. We’ll take care of it.”

The word abortion rolls around in my brain for a moment. While I’m not against a woman having the right to choose what to do with her body at all, doing that just isn’t for me. I always told myself when I was fucking around before that if that happened with a man I didn’t know well or wasn’t in a good relationship with, I would give up the child for adoption. But there’s no need to go into any of that with Tyke.




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