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The ripe, damp smell of the earth fills my nostrils. A cool breeze washes over me, forming goosebumps all over my bare skin. Far overhead, birds sing and leaves whisper in the boughs of the trees.

Seeing me nude and helpless with bits of forest floor clinging to my breasts, belly, back, and bottom excites Aidan so much, he’s panting.

“Look at you all covered in dirt. My sweet, filthy girl.”

He spanks me several times, forcing me to balance on my elbows so I don’t topple over sideways. Then he fondles my exposed pussy, pinching and stroking it as my stinging ass throbs with heat.

He groans. “You’re so wet, baby. God, you’re so fucking wet, it’s all over your thighs. My pretty little slut is so ready for me.”

His voice is gruff and exultant, filled with lust and triumph. He sounds as if he’s hanging on the last thread of restraint, and as soon as he lets go of it, an animal he normally keeps tightly bound will be unleashed.

I’m about to be devoured, and we both know it.

Head hanging down and eyes closed, I moan.

Through gritted teeth, Aidan orders, “Beg me to fuck you now, Kayla.”

I whisper, “Please, master. Please fuck me.”

I hear the sound of a zipper being torn open, then the crown of Aidan’s hard cock nudges my entrance. He grabs me by my waist and shoves his erection deep inside me. When I cry out in pleasure, he starts to thrust his hips, driving into me over and over again.

“Aidan! Aidan!”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yes! I’m yours!”

“Tell me you love my cock.”

“I love it!”

My cries echo off the trees. He reaches under me and palms one of my swinging breasts, squeezing it roughly then pulling on the nipple. It feels so good, I moan again.

“Dirty little bunny,” he growls hotly. “You can’t get enough of your master’s hard cock. You want my cum, too, don’t you, dirty girl? You need your master to fill you up until you’re dripping with it.”

My arms give out. I fall forward. My cheek scrapes the damp ground as Aidan fucks me from behind, fully clothed and in control of every part of me.

His laugh is dark and pleased. “Yes, good girl, you take it like a sweet little cum slut should. Look at that plump pink pussy, stuffed with her master’s fat cock. I’m stretching your pussy wide open, aren’t I, bunny?”

When I moan again, shuddering and sweating and very close to orgasm, Aidan chuckles.

“Maybe my dirty bunny needs her other hot littles holes filled, too.”

He shoves his thumb into my ass.

When I cry out, he leans over and thrusts his other thumb into my open mouth.

Then he continues to fuck me, bent over and riding me hard from behind as I suck desperately on his thumb and jerk my hips back to meet every one of his thrusts.

“Time to take your master’s cum,” he pants, his tone urgent. “But I want those eyes on me.”

He withdraws and throws me onto my back.

Panting, my heart racing, I stare up at him as he looms over me, his engorged cock jutting from his jeans, his chest heaving, his dark eyes burning like fire. Spreading my thighs, he falls on top of me. He fists his dick in his hand and finds my wet center, then forces it inside me with a grunt.

When I moan and grab onto his jacket, he grasps my wrists and pins my arms to the ground.

He starts to fuck me again, hovering over me as he holds me to the earth and stares into my eyes.

I beg brokenly, “Please. Please, master. Please may I come?”

His eyelids flutter. He whispers my name.

But he doesn’t give me permission to let go.

My pussy and clit throb with every thrust of his hips. My back arches from the ground. My nipples ache so badly, it’s painful. My lids slide shut, and I whimper.

Aidan releases my wrists and grips my head in his hands. “Look at me,” he orders.

I stare up into his burning eyes as a white hot coil of pleasure winds tighter and tighter in my core and my thighs start to shake uncontrollably.

“You ready, baby?” he whispers, the motion of his hips growing frantic.

Unable to speak, I merely nod.

“Eyes on me when you come. Don’t look away. I want you to give it to me looking right into my eyes.” After another few thrusts, he snarls, “Now.”

I suck in a breath and grind wildly against him. My climax hits hard, and I moan but don’t look away. I stare wide-eyed up at him as my pussy contracts over and over around the huge, invading length of his cock, buried deep inside me.

“Oh, fuck, Kayla,” he breathes. “Jesus fucking Christ, here I come.”

His entire body jerks. Deep inside, I feel his dick throb. Then he’s moaning and thrusting shallowly as he spills himself into me, staring straight into my eyes.

The intimacy is so intense and overpowering, I lose my breath. My chest feels as if it’s being crushed by an invisible force.

He feels it, too. I can tell because his eyes fill with anguish.

He says my name on a strangled breath, then gives me a desperate, devouring kiss.

All the way through it, we both keep our eyes open.





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We lie entangled on the forest floor, breathing hard but otherwise silent. Then he groans and drops his face to my neck, hiding his eyes.