Page 177 of Trick

My arms and limbs burned. Still, my cock struck into Briar at an unbridled pace.

Her head fell against mine, eyes squinting shut. Plaintive sounds pushed out of her.

“Wait for it, sweeting,” I warned over her moans. “Stay with me.”

“I can’t,” she gasped, labored breaths chopping between us.

“You can,” I husked.

To prove it, I put my upper frame into the effort, levering deeper, so much deeper. I hurled her into me, my cock slanting at a new angle, hitting a spot that made her pussy compress and her head soar backward. She arched so far, the weed circlet toppled off her head. Her beautiful tits bounded toward the bower’s canopy, and her thighs split, hips projecting into mine.

Her desire flooded my cock. She clung to the back of my neck, unwrapped her legs from around my waist, and braced her soles on the grass, using the leverage to ride me.

“Poet,” she shrieked. “Yes!”

“Indeed, my thorn,” I coaxed, jutting hot and high. “Spread yourself on me. Feel it.”

But we couldn’t anymore. It was impossible.

I pushed us to the brink but could stand it no longer. With another growl, I twisted her into the grass and balanced on my knees. Her limbs steepled, clasping onto me, burying me in the sleek depth of her body.

Lifting my torso upright, I held her hands on either side of her head and vaulted my cock into her. Briar sobbed and flexed off the grass as my body rode hers. Her heels hooked under my ass, and my hips snapped in a fierce tempo. I groaned with every fluid entry and retreat, her pleasure wrapping around me. The vision of her splayed, lost in rapture and taking the weight of my cock, drove me to sheer madness.

I might die. Or I might just kill us both.

I wanted her on every forsaken surface available. I wanted her beneath me likenow, above me likebefore, bent in front of me likesomeday. I wanted her hair unruly and pouring like lava down her freckled skin.

I wanted to see her lovingly fucked by me.

I wanted her padding through my chambers in nothing but my shirt, the sleeves dangling past her wrists, the hem billowing around her thighs.

I wanted her fast and slow. I wanted her hard and soft.

I wanted her crazed and peaceful. I wanted her in darkness and daylight.

I wanted Briar against a wall. I wanted her sprawled across a desk. I wanted her astride my cock, riding me on her throne. I wanted Briar in her bed and in my bed.

But this patch of grass had to suffice. Thrusting into her, I lived the fantasy. I prolonged it with a harsh sigh and a hard snatch of my hips, making sure her lovely pussy would feel me well into the night.

Briar curled forward, pressing her forehead to mine. The position hoisted her knees higher and changed the slope of our hips. I snarled and hunched over her, flinging my waist, fucking so deeply into her, the tight walls dousing my erection.

I released her wrists, grabbed her face, and pumped my cocked swiftly. Our waists slammed together, charging helplessly. Her thighs fell apart, and she clung to my ass, urging me faster, harder.

Seasons, she was drenching me. My heart and crown threatened to explode.

Hectic moans coiled from Briar, each one rising an octave. That sound raced from my sac to my crest. I swept my body into hers, covetous of the noises she emitted, desperate for them.

Her expression pleaded with me.Finish this.

Her ragged features begged.Never finish this.

“Almost,” I panted. “Almost there.”

My muscles shook as I chased after her lovely cunt, the pome of my cock hitting the right spot, hitting it sweetly. I flung my waist, throwing sharp, shallow thrusts inside Briar, grinding her into the grass. Her walls tensed, and spasms rushed up my erection, the force mounting—and scattering.

“Now, sweeting,” I hollered. “Now.”

Briar shattered. Her folds convulsed, her pussy coming around my cock. Her head flung backward, body contorting off the ground as she shouted.

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