Page 2 of Judgment Day

I held her gaze in the moonlight. “Say it.”

We stared at each other as dirty thoughts and heated tension hummed between us.

I thrust into her hand.

Sadie swallowed, then let out a slow breath. “I want to make you feel good.”

I tilted my head and narrowed my gaze, wetting my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue. “I think my girl can do better than that.”

“I want to make you come,” she whispered, a shudder in her voice.

I fucked her hand again, rocking myself against her grip. “And where should I do that, sweet Sadie?” Her eyes grew wide as I moved my hips forward and rubbed my dick across the bottom of her belly. “Right here?”

She squeezed my length, then brushed her thumb over the tip.

Christ.

I pulled one of the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder, dragging the top of her dress down with it. “Or here?” I asked as I took a handful of her newly exposed breast, then lowered my head and wrapped my mouth around her nipple.

She whimpered.

Not because of the chill in the air. Or the rough edges of the bark against her back.

No. That whimper was for me.

“Or maybe I’ll go bareback. Fill you up and make you feel me dripping down your thigh the rest of the night.”

Her lips parted, and her hand gripped me tighter as she stroked me.

Yeah. My dirty girl liked that.

We’d been fucking for two years, and even though she was on the pill, I’d never once thought about going in bare. But something about being out here now, in the forest, under the moonlight, with the animals, called to the primal urges that brewed inside me. Urges that had always been there but never explored. Deep and burning, but not reckless and wild. More calculated and controlled. Like a lion stalking his prey.

“Move your panties to the side,” I ordered, and she immediately obeyed like the needy, perfect girl I would die for—kill for.

I gripped the back of her head, forcing her eyes to mine. With my other hand, I hooked her leg around my waist, then grabbed my cock, pressing the head against her clit. Then to her entrance—a tight little hole that made me lose every single fucking rational thought when I was buried deep inside it.

Her eyes flashed dark, and the frazzled thread holding me together all night finally snapped.

I shoved inside with a slow, deep thrust, pushing her back against the tree, knowing she liked the sharp bite of pain woven in with the pleasure. I knew because I knew everything about her.

I groaned.Fuuuuuck.

She was so warm. So. Fucking. Warm. And tight—the way she stretched around me, squeezing me, milking me for everything I was worth. I had to force myself to just…be… for a moment. Just one second. I needed to savor the feeling of…her.It was my salvation and my damnation, because I knew in this moment, nothing in this world—or outside of it—could ever feel this good. And I also knew I would kill any motherfucker who ever tried to take her from me, who dared to steal my taste of heaven.

“This is mine. You’re mine,” I told her as I pulled out to the tip, then eased back in. I brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, then rested my forehead against hers. “My perfect girl.” And then I moved my hands to her ass, gripping her flesh hard as I picked up my pace. Fierce. Powerful. Unyielding.

She hooked her other leg around my waist. Her hands fisted in my hair. Her sweet cries broke through the sound of skin meeting skin. She dropped her head to my shoulder as her cunt pulsed and clenched around me. “I’m there, Grey. I’m…”Pant. “…right…”Pant. “…there.”

And fuck if I wasn’t right there with her, coming with a growl. It ripped through me from the top of my spine all the way to the bottom of my balls. Violent and explosive. Spilling into her and back down over me.

Sadie let out this soft, quiet sigh of content, then looked up at me with a sweet smile curved on her lips. My heart twisted in my chest. God, I loved this girl. I loved her more than life, more than air, more than any soul had ever loved another.

Within a single breath, the high of finally coming inside of her broke. Something wicked coursed in the air—a palpable darkness that made the hairs on the nape of my neck prickle with awareness. The whisper of a threat crept through the looming branches. Even the moon hid her face behind a cloud. A crow cawed from somewhere close by, then flapped its wings, pulling my gaze to the shadows of treetops dancing against the night sky.

I wasn’t one to scare easily.

I didn’t scare at all.

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