Page 48 of Flynn

“I’m not planning on moving with a hard on like this.”

“But…”

I smiled. “No one will know. You asked why I told you to wear a dress, remember?”

She nodded slowly and realization dawned. “You don’t mean—”

“I do. Now take off your shorts and panties and come sit on my lap,” I ordered.

“Flynn—”

“I’ll look after you, Angel, you know I will.”

She bit her lip again, her eyes skating around our surroundings. We were in public, yes, but this tree was a good distance away from the main walking track. I could see people, but nothing distinguishing, nothing about their features were visible, which meant no one would know I was fucking her.

I gripped my wet shaft and stroked myself, waiting. Ara’s eyes met mine again before dropping to my hand stroking my cock, and her lips parted on a startled exhale. Hunger built in her gaze, and I knew she wanted me as desperately as I wanted her.

Without another word, she stood and removed her shorts and underwear. I pulled the condom out of my pocket and ripped it open, sheathing myself as she stood with her legs either side of me.

“Come sit down, baby,” I encouraged. She lowered herself, knees either side of my thighs, and I spread her dress out around us.

“See? No one will know,” I assured. She nodded, her expression hungry and shy at the same time. Sliding my hand beneath her skirt, I teased her clit and groaned at how slick she was already.

“Fuck baby, you’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

Ara moaned and nodded. “Yes.”

I slid two fingers deep inside her and swore again. She was well and truly ready, her pussy almost swollen with need.

“Did sucking me off turn you on, baby? Did you like wrapping your lips around my cock?”

“Flynn, yes. Please, I need more.”

“Greedy baby,” I murmured in approval, sliding her farther up my thighs. She raised up onto her knees and I pressed my cock to her entrance, aching for her.

“Eyes, baby,” I reminded breathlessly. Chiara opened those now molten silver eyes and only then did I let her lower herself down. Her mouth fell open, eyes turning heavy-lidded as I slowly filled her.

“Christ,” I grunted, feeling her pussy strangle my cock. “You’re so fucking tight, Angel. So hot and wet.”

“Flynn,” she gasped. “I’m so full. You feel so good.”

I snapped my hips up, driving the last inch or so inside her and she cried out. I cupped her face and smothered the rest of her needy cry.

“Shh, baby. We have to be quiet; we don’t want anyone to hear us,” I reminded.

My words caused her inner muscles to spasm around me, and I groaned.

“There you go, good girl. Now, ride me slowly,” I ordered, my breath shaky.

“But—”

“Slow, baby. No one will know.”

Chiara nodded and did as I ordered, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. Fucking hell, the feel of her tight sheath rippling and gripping me was almost too much. Slow fucks were good, but they were torture. The build-up was slow, controlled, and I just wanted to bury myself in her hard and fast, not giving a single fuck as to who heard her screams of pleasure or saw us fucking like crazy.

The rhythmic sounds of footfalls suddenly registered and I gripped her hips hard. “Stop.”

Her lashes fluttered, and confusion creased her face. “Why?”

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