Page 167 of Kingmakers, Year One

I’m sweating harder than when I was chopping wood.

I reach around and test Anna’s pussy. She’s wet all the way down the inside of her thighs. She moans helplessly as I slide my fingers over her warm and throbbing clit.

I stand in front of her, her nipples brushing against my bare torso. I rip down her gag and plunge my tongue into her mouth, kissing her like an animal, without gentleness or technique. I bite her lips, I suck on her neck, and I fuck her with my fingers until she’s sobbing and begging for relief.

I rip her jeans the rest of the way off, tossing them aside. She grabs the belt in her hands, pulling herself up higher so she can wrap her legs around my waist. I free my cock, stabbing it all the way into her with one thrust.

Her pussy is a thousand degrees, the hottest I’ve ever felt it. And my cock is an iron brand, fresh out of the fire. I hold her by the hips and I fuck her violently, intensely, until the sweat pours down my chest.

It’s exactly what she needs. In seconds she’s coming, screaming out so loud that for the first time I think she might actually be heard all the way over at the cabin and I clamp my hand over her mouth. I hold it there as I blow inside of her, a rush of boiling hot cum that sears my cock as it pours out of me. I’m roaring too, biting down hard on her shoulder.

When she collapses against me I undo the belt, both of us falling down on the floor, our legs too weak to support us. I’m covered in sawdust and sweat but Anna doesn’t care. She lays her cheek on my chest, still breathing too fast, her heart like a running rabbit.

“That was a good one,” she says, when she can speak again.

I press my face into her hair, inhaling her scent.

“Best ever,” I say.

“Best so far,” she replies.

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