Page 113 of Wild Thing
Quickly, I grabbed a hold of Dylan’s hips, halting her. “Fuck, there’s someone up on that hill.”
She paused, my dick still inside her.
A man was standing high up on the grassy knoll. He was far away enough that I couldn’t make out his face, which meant he couldn’t make ours out either. Luckily.
“You want to go inside?”
“No way. Let him watch,” Dylan said, surprising me for the upteenth time that day.
She resumed fucking me, while I kept looking towards the figure on the hill who was frozen in his place.
I'd be rooted to the ground too if I stumbled across two people fucking like animals in broad daylight.
I decided it was time for me to take control.
Grabbing her hips, Dylan arched her back in response. She flicked her long, dark hair back, the wetness making it stick to her back.
I started railing her, hard, controlled and deep.
“You like to be watched, don't you?” I asked as I slammed into her again and again.
“I fucking love it,” she panted.
She reached up, snaking an arm around my neck, so her body was flush to my chest. Her perfect breasts bounced in the sunlight as she showed off her incredible body to the stranger on the hill.
"You want him to watch me fuck your tight pussy?"
I was surprised at how much this was turning me on. Normally, the thought of another guy looking at her would make me rage, but this was different.
She moaned in response.
"You fucking say it," I demanded.
"Y-yes. I want him to watch you fuck me," she panted.
I pushed her back down on all fours and thrusted into her again and again and again. Hard and rough. The sound of our skin slapping together reverberated on the sand dunes.
I was on the edge of coming as I slapped her skin hard, leaving my hand print on her ass.
She cried out in pleasurable pain which made me thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until I was blinded by pure white light, utter bliss.
It was fucking phenomenal.
I came deep inside of her and collapsed onto her back, out of breath and blinking furiously trying to get my vision back.
I wasn’t even sure if I was alive.
I’d almost forgotten about the stranger on the hill had it not been for the applause he gave us.
The cunt should have paid us for that performance.
Thirty-Two
DYLAN
Brax had somehow made stop hating myself for a little while.
We were in the shower washing the sand, salt and other stickiness off each other’s bodies. We didn't say much, but it was a comfortable silence.
