Page 143 of Dare

My heart hammered into my chest. Volatile sex, we had perfected. This was something else.

Terrifying. Alluring.

I peeled my mouth from Flare’s and urged her forward, bending her at a slight angle. Hunching over, I nestled my hips, the pome of my cock primed at her entrance. Fucking hell, the folds of her pussy emitted warmth and wetness, still glossy from the aftermath of her first climax.

My mind ceased to exist. In its place, something visceral, instinctive, and evocative took over.

Setting my hands on her hips, I angled Flare’s entrance. Then in a single, fitful, prolonged slide, my cock pitched between her folds. One inch, then another, then another. At which point, I lost the ability to keep track.

We gasped. And gasped. And fucking gasped.

My cock opened Flare, her spread pussy clamping around my length, slathering my flesh in her arousal. Pivoting higher, I accessed a narrow point that turned her gasp into a cry.

Hitting that place, I groaned. I had missed this so fucking much.

Encased in the hot grip of her cunt, I swung my hips back, exiting her to the tip and then pistoning again. The friction wrung me out, depleting me of air, sweat bridging across my skin.

With slow lunges, I severed her thighs apart and struck that tapered place inside her. Repeatedly. Softly. Using my knees, I applied all the leverage I had into every languid pump.

Flare tightened around me, spilled around me. Pleas tumbled from her mouth, each one cracking on a moan.

“More,” she beseeched.

And so I went deeper, sinking my dick to the brim. She bucked her ass, whisking it against me, joining the rhythm. Together, we rocked back and forth, achieving a new depth.

A growl skidded from my tongue. “Watch your world,” I encouraged. “Watch this forest as it watches you.”

Flare stared ahead to where the trees towered, their leaves phosphorescent. Predatory noises roared from a remote place. Condensation laminated the grass and slickened our bodies, which enhanced the motions. With her muscles relaxed, I siphoned even deeper, my cock fluid inside her.

I groaned, my head fogging as she squeezed me to the sac. My beast fixated on the wild and sobbed aloud. For my ears only, the octave increased with each patient lash of my cock.

Eddies fluxed across the spring. Suds launched to the surface.

My body mirrored the needs of her own, Flare’s ass swiveling with mine. Rather than increase momentum, our hips locked, grinding steadily, leisurely.

I could stay like this forever. I could drown in her wet body. I could sink with her and never resurface.

Let her pleasure fill the recesses. Let her voice dominate this land.

Anguished cries pulled from Flare’s mouth. Her pussy grabbed my cock, tiny spasms fluttering around me. A prelude to her next orgasm.

Blood flooded my testicles. Delirium consumed my head.

The bath’s temperature made everything looser, sleeker. It intensified the depth of Flare’s body. With our flesh doused, we moved with ease, perspiration beading across our skin.

My mouth fell open, pressure building on the roof of my dick. Fuck, how she drenched me. But how much wetter could I make her?

With renewed ambition, I put my entire frame into the task. I hefted myself into her cunt, my thrusts lethargic yet penetrating.

Flare threw her head back and sobbed harder. I felt the throb of her vocal cords, which matched the throb between her walls. I chased those noises, pursued them. But however I relished being privy to the sounds, a greater desire eclipsed that privilege. More than hearing Flare reach nirvana, I wanted her to shout so loudly the world would listen.

“Set your voice free,” I urged into her hair. “Make yourself holler.”

Flare gyrated her hips, thumping her core into my lap, her moans accumulating. A profusion of fluid heat gushed down my column, wrenching heavy groans from me. One would think we were depriving one another instead of the opposite.

Not to be outdone, she rounded her hips, pliable and wanting. The flanks of her pussy drenched me to the brim, her cleft and my cock working together, fucking into one another.

Her thighs quivered. Her body jolted in tempo to the motions, her fingers scrambling to grab something, anything.

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