Page 164 of Deliverance

“I don’t have a condom, baby,” I say, quickly pushing her panties aside, my fingers tracing over her pulsing center. “We can go…”

“We don’t need a condom… I had a shot and I trust you.” She pulls on my hair and my head jerks back a little, her teeth now grazing my chin and the column of my neck.

“Are you sure?” I ask in a strained voice, dipping two fingers inside her.

She clenches around me and a small throaty sound breaks past her lips that are swollen from all the kissing. “Yes. I’m pretty sure I want us to fuck bare, Zander.”

My head spins. “You shouldn’t be saying these things to me.” I drag my tongue down her cheek and to her collarbone, tasting the sage and the ocean and the lust that’s coating her skin.

“I want to see what happens,” she breathes out, moving against my hand slowly.

Give her what she wants, the animal roars.

Hungry for more, I remove my fingers and wrap my palms around her waist to settle her over my cock. She sinks onto it fast and hard, her entire body arching, her head falling back and her grasp on my hair and shoulder strengthening.

It’s an exquisite sensation—the feel of her wet, tight warmth, the tremor that rocks her legs when she rises up and slides down again, working me with such ferocity that I can’t remember who I am anymore.

A loud moan escapes me and I let it go. I allow this other part of me to take over and to guide me to one place I’ve been afraid to explore for the longest time.

A place where my animal reigns free.

A place where I don’t need to keep check of my feelings.

A place where my madness meets hers, where they grin and stare at each other like two long-lost halves of one entity, where the cool wind cocoons them into a small world of pleasure that exists only for them.

“Oh God, harder,” she cries out, moving against me with fluid, desperate motions.

I lower my palms to cup her ass and angle her hips to meet my thrusts, my cock filling her completely every time our bodies slam together.

There are no more words. No requests. No questions. There’s only want. Unfiltered and dark. The kind that destroys, because at this moment, I can no longer separate myself from her.

Each stroke greedier than the previous, each plunge faster and more violent. It’s such a vicious act that I don’t know where I begin and she ends.

We do exactly what she’s asked for.

We’re not making love.

We fuck.

We fuck until we’re damp with sweat and until our bodies can’t take it anymore, until they’re overrun with physical exhaustion. She comes with a stifled moan against my shoulder, biting me, nearly breaking my skin. I come seconds after and my mind blanks.

We pivot and pivot into a sweet surrender, chests rising, thighs slick with fluids. The drop is never ending, spinning us like the wind would spin the dust over the wooden floor of the gazebo.

Finally, my vision clears, my muscles tingle with a familiar ache.

Heaving, Drew sags against me, purring into my ear, “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a real rockstar in a public place.”

“Has your curiosity been satisfied now?” I laugh raggedly, my brain continuing to process everything that just happened between us, my cock still inside her and doesn’t mind staying there.

“Maybe.” She touches my forehead with hers. A hint of a smile passes over her lips and it hits me then and there. Hits me like lightning. I understand why she doesn’t want to be treated differently. Because singling her out means whatever’s been done to her will always stick, will always linger like an invisible presence in the shadows, whispering, taunting, reminding.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my tone serious.

I didn’t plan on fucking her on the beach tonight and I have no idea how it led to this, but I don’t regret a single second of this insanity. Yes, I should know better. Anyone could be snapping photos of us right now, yet it doesn’t seem to matter. Something tells me she doesn’t regret what we’ve done either. Something tells me she’s looking for new experiences to break out of the hold of the old ones. To erase the bad memories. And sex is how she’s chosen to follow through with her goal.

Drew sighs, her breath molten hot, and my cock stirs.

“I’m fine.” She runs her index finger over my jaw. “I think I might be in love with you too, Zander Shaw.”

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