Page 19 of Flog Me, Sir

She panted, squirmed, chanted something about God and being too full of my dick, but I held still, buried deep in the goddamn tightest pussy I’d ever had.

“Okay?” I somehow managed through the ringing in my ears to ask once she relaxed in my hold.

Still whimpering, she nodded. “D-don’t stop.”

I pulled out to the head and sank back into her tight heat, fingers still gripping her ass cheeks, holding her open for my perusal. Swollen lips, pink and pretty, sucked at my dick as I backed out and slowly fucked back into her, bringing another moan from her mouth.

“You look so fucking good wrapped around my dick,” I said through gritted teeth, my balls tingling as I bottomed out against her womb.

“N-never done this,” she said, her head hanging low, her hands grasping at the tree’s seat.

I fucking froze, my dick pulsing inside her. “What?”

“I’ve never had sex before.”

“Fuck, Lissa.” I clenched my eyes shut, a million curses slamming through my brain. No wonder she was tight as fuck. I shifted back, but couldn’t bear to pull out entirely. No blood coated the condom. “You’re a virgin?” I asked, needing to clarify over the lack of evidence.

“I-I’ve had dildos in me,” she whispered, trying to wiggle in my hold, “but not an actual cock.”

“Goddamnit.” I pulled out, lifted her, and sat my ass down, my balls and dick aching. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

She wouldn’t meet my gaze. “I thought if you knew how inexperienced I was that you wouldn’t want those benefits.”

“Your first time shouldn’t be out in the goddamn woods bent over a tree, for fuck’s sake!”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m the one who’s sorry.” I heaved a sigh, my eyes shutting once more. “I shouldn’t have shoved my way in like that—you should be on a bed. I should have been gentle. I should have—”

Lissa clasped my face and kissed the words off my lips, her hunger, her desire, her act of aggression racing my blood.

She kicked off her sneakers and pants, and climbed onto my lap without releasing my face. “I need more, Garret,” she whispered against my lips. “I don’t care that we’re in the woods and not a bed. Please. I-I want to know what it’s like. For real—not just words.”

With a groan, I lifted her hips and set her over my dick. “I’ll be gentle,” I said, slowly lowering her down onto my length, hissing again at her pussy’s grip on me as I worked her down onto my dick. Buried deep, I peered into her eyes, losing myself, my goddamn soul to the energy, the connection twining us together.

She rocked against me, lips parted, and I moved to her slow rhythm, the drag of her pussy walls clenching at me. I fought off the tingle in the base of my spine getting ready to erupt while staring into her eyes, ensnared.

Good and truly fucked.

All sounds of the woods—the goddamn loud as fuck squirrels—faded as I zoned in on her breathing, her gasps every time I thrust when she filled herself with my dick.

“I need you to come for me, Lissa,” I groaned when I couldn’t take any more. “I need your pussy squeezing me. Need your cum dripping off my balls.” Snaking a hand between us, I found her clit erect and stiff.

“Oh, God.” Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she tipped her head back as I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her nub.

“Do you like that, sweet thing?”

“Yes.” She gasped as I thrust deep.

Another thrust, and I pinched her clit.

“Garret!” She shrieked my name, and her pussy clamped down on me.

“Yes...” I hissed and slammed into her pulsing walls over and over, my arms in a tight band around her body while fucking into her like I only had a few seconds left to live.

My balls erupted. Shot after shot of spunk flew through my length, convulsing my dick against her womb as I buried my face in her neck, realizing I’d never experienced the type of release she’d wrung from me.

“Christ, Lissa.” One last half-thrust, one last dribble, and I stilled other than the muscle in my chest pounding to break free, feeling as though I’d conquered the world—escaped death’s grasp—reached the top of fucking Mount Everest.

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