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“Okay, I’m not sure why I put you in charge.”

She giggles, grinding against me with her hips. She almost slips me inside but keeps teasing me instead.

“What do you want, Jack?” she asks, a devilish grin on her face. “I just don’t know.”

I sit up and grab her arms, kissing her. She wraps her legs around my waist, still teasing me with her hot, slick pussy. Her hands go around my shoulders and caress the back of my neck while she wriggles in my lap.

I can’t take it anymore and roll us back down to the ground again. She laughs, digging her heels into my ass to thrust against me. A wave of lust rolls through me, robbing me of all thought. I manage to stop myself and look into her eyes, touching her cheek gently.

“Ready?” I ask, my voice very soft.

“Yes,” she answers, nodding.

I reach down and rub my cock gently against her pussy, feeling how hot and wet she is. When she thrusts her hips towards me, I groan with pleasure, feeling it sweeping through me with so much intensity it’s almost pain.

Slowly, I slip my cock inside. Even though she’s so wet, she’s also very tight. I take my time, sliding inch by inch, waiting for her body to relax before I keep going.

As our bodies finally press together and I’m as deep inside her as I can possibly go, Lena clings to me, writhing against me. Her hands grip my shoulders as she puts her cheek against mine, and a small cry escapes her lips.

I prop myself up on my hands and look into her face. Her eyes are closed, her beautiful lips curved in a satisfied smile. I stay still until she finally looks at me.

I kiss her once, very softly, then start to thrust. I watch surprise and pleasure flash across her face as my cock strokes her slowly, parting her soft, warm pussy with my hard shaft. I increase my pace, thrusting harder and faster as I watch her face the whole time.

When her breath is coming in harsh, short gasps, I slow down again, drawing out the pleasure. She grips my back and kicks her heels against me, like I’m a naughty horse.

I lean down and kiss her, keeping my body still. Lena writhes against me, trapped between my body and the ground. I kiss her slow and deep, teasing with my lips and tongue as I press my cock into her as deeply as it will go, feeling her body relax and invite me in.

When I pull back to look into her eyes, all I see is complete and utter need. She thrusts desperately against me, and I can feel her passion as the intensity rises in her. It fires my blood as my body answers the call.

This is so much more than I ever imagined.

I start thrusting hard and fast, bracing myself on the ground to give my hips power. Lena’s legs loosen on my sides, but her hands tighten on my shoulders until her nails are digging into me. She shrieks at the end of every thrust as I slam my body against hers, her breath rushing in and out in pace with my movement.

As I get harder and thicker, Lena uses her heels and hands to keep us locked together, and my thrusts are very short, hard, and deep. I feel her pussy tighten around me, and a groan rips out of me as her inner muscles spasm and hold on to me.

She shivers in my arms, crying out as she holds on to me loosely. I thrust harder and faster into her, feeling my own orgasm cresting into a crashing wave. Just as Lena convulses in my arms, almost screaming, my cock shudders and blows deep inside her, taking all my strength with it.

I lay against her, gasping for air. I move off her as quickly as I can and wrap her in my arms, holding her against my chest. Her breathing is even shakier than mine, and I hold her even more tightly.

I will never let anything hurt you. Ever again.

I look down into her face, and the pleasure and contentment I see there touch my heart. I truly believe she has never been so happy.

And it is my honor to make her this happy as often as I can, for the rest of our lives.

Chapter 17 - Lena

A few days after our wonderful picnic date, I’m having breakfast with Jack when he casually drops it on me that it’s his birthday.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask, disappointed and upset. “I would have gotten you something.”

He smiles bashfully. “Birthdays just aren’t that big of a deal for me, okay? And you never asked about it, so I thought I’d just stay quiet.”

“I didn’t ask because I thought you would tell me!” I say, exasperated. “You don’t think it’s the kind of thing a wife would like to know?”

“It’s okay, really. You’re all I really want, and I get to spend my life with you—it’s the best gift you could ever give me.”

“Okay,” I reach over the table and squeeze his hand. “I’ll organize something nice for dinner, then. Are you sure you don’t need me at work?”

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