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There’s no holding back after that. I f*ck her. Holding her by the hip with my other hand, I thrust myself into her over and over again, maintaining the pressure on her throat to keep her from crying out. She can still whimper, though. She can still moan. Every time I rock my hips forward, sliding my dick as far as I can inside her, my balls slapping her *, she lets out the tiniest sound—a sound of pure ecstasy that makes me feel like I’m going to explode inside her. She breathes out of her nose, frantically huffing as I power into her.

“Hold on.” I grind the words out from between my clenched teeth. “Not yet, Natalia. Wait. Wait...” I’m not even sure how long I can make myself wait. It won’t be long, that’s for sure. My balls feel tight and full, and my cock is tingling like crazy. Every time I push myself forward, a thousand tiny fireworks are going off beneath my skin, all over my body, hot and prickly. I allow my head to roll back as the tension builds.

My eyes snap wide open when I hear something below us, though. Something over the sound of the rain, and of Natalia’s breathing, that shouldn’t be there. I keep on f*cking her, but I scan the forest floor below us, watching, searching.

And then, there he is. Natalia jolts when she sees what I’ve seen: her father, stalking closer to our tree house, his rifle raised and nocked in the crook of his shoulder. He’s alone, his men now gone, and I have the distinct impression he’s not hunting for small game anymore. He’s hunting for me. Natalia freezes, her body going tense underneath me. She’s scared, I can tell. She glances back at me over her shoulder, and there’s a look of blind panic on her face that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms and protect her.

Jesus. This is a dangerous moment. If Fernando finds us, naked, me still inside his daughter, up a f*cking tree, then he’s going to kill us both. He doesn’t know about Natalia’s hiding place, though, she said it was a secret she shared with her grandfather and no one else. All we have to do is pray he doesn’t see the ladder. We have to hope he doesn’t look up.

Natalia reaches back and grabs hold of my thigh, digging her fingernails into my skin. She’s terrified. Slowly, I curve my body over hers, and I move my hand from her neck to cover her mouth. She digs her fingernails in deeper. Her father stops below us, less than twenty feet away, and the tension of the situation is killing me. Somehow I’m still hard. I’m rock f*cking solid inside Natalia, and my dick is tingling with an intensity that requires attention. I slowly begin to angle my hips down, sliding myself out of her *, and then driving myself back inside her. Natalia breathes heavily through her nose again, a tiny moan escaping her.

“Shhhhh,” I whisper into her ear. “I mean it. Don’t make a sound.”

It’s improbable that Fernando would be able to hear such a tiny, imperceptible noise over the crackling, dripping, and splattering of the raindrops falling from the leaves in the trees, but still…she needs to f*cking hold her breath.

I slowly work myself in and out of her, and she presses back against me, grinding against me so I’m as deep inside her as I can go. I kiss and bite at the back of her neck, and she shakes underneath me; I can feel her pulse hammering just below the surface of her skin. I know she’s frightened, but I also know she wants this as badly as I do. Her body wouldn’t be reacting the way it is if she wanted me to stop, that’s for sure. Against all better judgement, I continue to f*ck her as her father prowls around below us.

Natalia bites down on my finger as I slam myself into her harder. I can feel the pressure building in her. She wants to cry out. She wants to scream at the top of her lungs. I know this because I do, too. And yet we’re both silent as church mice as I f*ck her senseless.

Rainwater runs down my back and over my shoulders, now. Natalia’s skin is slick and wet, too. Steam rises off her body as she digs her fingernails into my skin, holding on for dear life. On the ground below, Fernando stops, his head cocked to one side as though he’s heard something. Natalia’s back locks out, rigid, and she pushes back against me, hard. I don’t let go. I thrust deeper, harder, watching her reaction and her father’s movements at the same time.

She urgently taps my thigh, and then she’s arching her back, her head bent back at the same time, and she’s coming. I lift her so that she’s up on her knees, her back pressed against my chest, the back of her head resting on my collarbone, and I get to see her fall apart. She’s silent, but the ecstasy on her face is something else. She closes her eyes, and her lips part, her chest rising and falling quickly as she writhes against me. I reach my hand down between her legs and I rub her clit as she comes; the warm, slick, wetness of her pleasure is all over my fingertips, and I can’t stop myself any longer.

I come, slamming my cock inside her like a freight train. I’m not sure if I’m making any noise now; the world feels like it’s disintegrating and falling apart around me. My ears are ringing like crazy. Natalia whimpers in my ear, whispering things softly to me.

“Don’t let me go. Please, don’t let me go.”

I feel like I’ve just been smacked in the side of the head. I can’t think straight. Fernando is still paused, listening, and it feels like it doesn’t matter how still I am now, because the sound of my frenzied heartbeat is going to give us away. My cock is still hard inside Natalia; every time she twitches or shifts, a bolt of pleasure rocks through me, sending a shiver through my body.