Page 86 of Stepson

I jump when warm arms circle around my neck from behind, but then I smell Bentley's sweet perfume and instantly relax. She leans forward and presses her tits against the backside of my head, and all I want to do is spin around and put my face there.

Fuck it, we're in the wilderness and I need to feel connected to her.

I grab her arms and spin on the picnic table, pulling her down in my lap as she giggles. She’s so fucking gorgeous and she’s finally all mine.

"Good morning," she whispers.

I grin, not saying a word as my hands find the bottom of her shirt at her thighs. Squeezing her thighs, she grinds against me and slowly closes her eyes. Yeah, she likes this, doesn't she?

My eyes never leave her face as my hands slide up the inside of her shirt, finding her breasts. Her lids slowly open as her mouth parts and she stares back into my gaze. My hands find her perfect tits, lightly squeezing them before my thumbs brush over her nipples.

She bucks in my lap, letting out a breathy moan as I fondle her. Her tits are perfectly fit for my large hands, and I love how her nipples harden the second I touch them.

Her hands grip the top of my bare shoulders before her nails dig into my flesh. The sensation only excites me, turning my dick rock hard in my sweats. She grinds her hips against me again,and I let out a groan as one of my hands falls to her hip, helping her slide against me better.

My dick is begging to be freed so it can slide into her, and knowing she isn’t wearing any panties will only make it easier to do so. I reach for the top of my sweats and push them down, freeing my dick before it lightly slaps against her pussy. She bucks in my arms again as her heavy lids lower, watching me intently.

Our gazes hold for several long seconds as I grab the base of my cock with one hand and her hip with my other. I lift and center her over me before she sinks down on me. My mouth falls open as her moan echoes around us.

She’s so fucking tight I have to squeeze my eyes shut, telling myself to hold on and not blow so soon, but I almost can’t stop it. Her hips lift and drop on me, milking my dick as her pussy clenches around me. I lean forward and nip at her shoulder through her shirt as she takes complete control on top.

While she rides my dick perfectly, I have to hold my breath to control the excitement coursing through me. My balls are tight and ready to explode, but I don’t want to cum prematurely.

But when she grabs my chin and forces me to look up at her while she rides me harder and faster, I can’t help it. My mouth falls open again as her thumb slides across my bottom lip and that’s all it takes.

“Ah, fuck, baby,” I growl out as she rides even harder and faster.

My fingers dig into the flesh at her hips, guiding her up and down my cock as I cum hard. I let out a grunt as I blow, but notice she isn’t there yet. My hand slides between her legs as I find her clit with my thumb. I circle her with the perfect pressure as her own mouth falls open and her pussy gets impossibly tighter.

The tightness makes my orgasm last longer, and I almost roar so loudly the entire forest will be able to hear me, and then she cums. Hard.

“Oh my God! Gabe,” she belts out my name as her eyes roll into the back of her head.

I thrust my hips upward as she rides out her orgasm on my dick. I’ll never grow tired of watching her face when she comes undone around me. The way her pussy clenches around my cock as her mouth parts will forever be ingrained in my memories, and I’ll cherish them forever. Who am I kidding? I won’t need to remember them when I can experience this shit every damn morning and night.

Our movements come to a standstill but she remains impaled on my cock as we stare into each other's eyes. The love I feel for this woman will never be able to be expressed in words, but I know she can feel it; her eyes say it all.

“I would love nothing more than to stay in this exact spot all day long, but we need to head back,” I tell her.

She looks confused as she sits back and looks down at me. “Go back?”

“Kurt called this morning. Marcus isn’t getting a trial but they need all of our statements to fully convict him.”

Her face turns slightly pale as she nods and slowly removes herself from my dick. The sensation of her absence irritates the hell out of me, and I can’t wait to have her all to myself very soon. Once that prick is put behind bars, we’ll have zero distractions and no one between us. If we want to stay in bed all day with her impaled on my dick, we can.

After we get dressed and leave our little spot on the hill, I notice how quiet Bentley is. She hasn't said a word, and I don't know what to say either. I reach over and grab her hand, lacing our fingers together, but she still won't say a thing.

Is she nervous about something? Did I say or do something to upset her? She doesn't seem to mind spending the night in the Jeep in the middle of the woods, but maybe that's what it is. Is she realizing I have nothing to offer her? That we just spent the night like the homeless people we are? Nah, Bentley isn't that type of girl, but it bothers me that I don't know what’s wrong.

My phone chirps before Bentley grabs it and reads the text message.

"It's from Kurt. They're all over at Maggie's doing the statements." She sets the phone back down and stares straight ahead.

"Okay, babe, what gives?"

She finally turns to look at me with confusion in her gaze. "What do you mean?"

"You've been quiet and distant since we left. What's going on in that head of yours?" I ask while I squeeze her hand for reassurance.

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