Page 11 of Out for Blood

I chuckled, loving how fucked up she was for me. I was the same for her. I didn’t want this to end, it was why I wanted to go back to my place so I could spend all night inside of her, but we both needed this. We both had to do this and now.

We both felt it.

It was our time.

Finally.

I pushed into her, slowly, allowing her pussy to stretch to accommodate me. It was pure bliss and pure agony at the same time.

“Fuck,” I grunted in her ear as I held her as close to me as possible so she didn’t scratch her back up on the tree.

“Oh god, Cooper,” she moaned in my ear, her arms wrapped around my neck as I bucked my hips to fuck up into her as I held onto her. She started to move herself, fucking me as she straddled me in the air, her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging into my thighs as I increased the pressure inside of her. Her mouth found mine as she bounced on me, the need more important than anything else I had ever felt before. This was better than I had ever imagined. Sheridan had been worth the fucking wait.

Sheridan picked up the pace, holding onto my shoulders for leverage as she fucked my cock. Her moans were doing things to me that probably would end this too quickly. I thought of anything else to keep us going, unsure that I would get another chance to be with her. We didn’t know each other anymore, only what we remembered all those years ago. I had no idea if she was even married.

I didn’t see a ring, but not every woman wore one.

Fuck, was I fucking a married woman?

I didn’t care. I didn’t care who thought they had laid claim to her. She was mine, damn it. I would fight him to the death for her.

Sheridan was fucking mine.

I dropped down to the ground, taking her with me as she straddled my body. The ground was rough, but I didn’t care. She bounced on top of me, taking from me what she needed. She grabbed her breasts as she looked down at me, her mouth forming a deep O as I felt her pussy begin to clamp down on my cock.

She was close.

I moved my thumb to her clit, coating my fingertip in her juices before I rolled my digit over the bundle of nerves, slowly, softly at first, before I pushed a little harder. Sheridan screamed, calling out my name as she thrashed on top of me, her pussy squeezing me as she halted, her pussy throbbing, wave after wave hitting her hard. I bucked my hips up, taking her over the edge as I followed right after her, pumping into her with such ferocity that I thought she may become a fountain of my own cum.

When the orgasm left me, I fell back on the ground, Sheridan falling down on top of me, her hair fanning out over my chest. The only sound other than the lapping of the lake on the shore was our breathing.

When I could feel my breath return to me, I moved the hair out of her face, leaning up to kiss her.

“We should go before you catch your death,” I said to her. “Come on.”

She sighed, moving off me and fetching her dress as I looked for my clothes by the tree. I quickly pulled them on, turning to see her looking down at the scrap of material that was left of her underwear in her fingertips. She looked over at me and laughed.

“Sorry,” I grunted. “I’ll buy you as many as you want to replace them.”

She threw them into the bushes. “It’s okay. I have plenty. I just don’t want to mess up your bike seat.”

Chuckling, I closed the distance between her and I, pulling her in for a kiss, my other hand running down under her dress and sliding a finger up her swollen pussy. I pulled away, taking my finger coated in her juices, and sucked it clean. “Darlin’, I’d have your pussy on my bike any day of the week.”

She bit her bottom lip, unsure of something. I didn’t like to see the shadow of doubt creep into her like this. I grabbed her chin, pulling her face up to look at me.

“Where’s that confident girl that begged me to take her against a fucking tree with people looking on, huh?”

Slowly, the hellcat came back out and she shoved me back. “Let’s go.”

I put the helmet on her, and helped her onto the back of the bike. The look on her face told me that the feel of my seat against her bare and wet pussy was a new sensation she hadn’t experienced before. My cock was already hard again for her.

“Where to?”

“I have to get home, Coop. I have to work tomorrow.”

Her voice was sorrowful, and I knew our night was over. Hell, maybe this was the only chance I’d have with her. My worry that she was married washed over me again. Surely, Orla wouldn’t encourage her to sleep with me if she was married.

Fuck…Orla would. I knew it.

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