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But Audrey—sweet Audrey—made me want to stop running. To stand still. To stand beside her. To be the one she turned to, to lean on, to love. I wanted to be her man. Her mate. The guy who had the honor of… fucking her hard.

Yeah, other things, too, but that’s all I could think of at the moment. I laid her on her back on the soft pile of blankets and searched for another condom in the pocket of my discarded shirt.

The damn bandage I wore to hide my lack of a wound peeled up on one corner, and I hurriedly pressed it back down. I’d come clean with her soon. I had to. But right now—fuck!

I looked down at her, her hair almost black dripping and spread out across the blanket. Her skin was pale and damp. I licked up a drop from her shoulder, breathed in her scent combined with nature. Lower, her nipples had crinkled into hard tips from the cooler air. I licked one, then the other. Lower, her belly was slightly curved, her hips wide and full. Her pussy was a dark pink and swollen from our earlier fucking. Her legs were slightly parted, knees bent. Every inch of her was perfect.

“Can you see me without your glasses?” I wondered. Every time I saw her, she had them on.

“This close I can,” she replied.

God, I needed her.

Desperately.

I climbed over her, nudging her knees wide, so I could settle in between and claimed her mouth. Roughly. Passionately. I nipped her lower lip and sucked her tongue. I bit down her neck. One of my hands cupped and squeezed her breast, then I shifted to pinch her nipple. She gasped, and I made note of how she liked a little bite of pain. Maybe not a masochist, but she got hot having her ass spanked. It made me wonder if she’d like a little bite… perhaps at the crook of her neck.

She’d opened her thighs wider, letting me settle so my dick slid over her slick folds. Her pussy was wet again and not just from the water. I smelled her nectar, sweet and alluring. This time, she carried the tang of fucking on her from earlier. I’d filled a condom with my cum, but still, she smelled like me. Not enough, but it was a start. She reached for me and knocked my cowboy hat off.

“Oh, now you’re in trouble, darlin’.” I pinned her wrists down beside her head. Her broad smile as she struggled told me that she loved it. I felt her fight against the hold, then relent.

Yeah, she submitted so beautifully. At the truck with her ass upturned, red with my handprints and a plug parting her lush ass cheeks, and now. “You don’t touch a cowboy’s hat.”

“Oh yeah?” she dared, her voice taunting, but a soft smile turned up the corner of her lips.

“That’s right. Now there’s going to be punishment.”

She rocked her hips up against mine. “Mmm.”

“Mmm, indeed.” I lowered my head to flick my tongue over her nipple, tracing it with the tip, then sucking, then nipping. When I pulled back, I slapped it lightly.

“Oh.” Her eyes and mouth rounded at the same time.

It was so fucking adorable.

“That’s right, darlin’. Ever had your breasts spanked?”

She rocked beneath me some more, trying to rub her sweet little clit over my hardened shaft. I thrust into the notch of her legs, my rigid cock gliding between her wet thighs. I could just slide right on in, take her bare.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. The sensation was different than being inside her, but just as fucking erotic.

“What?”

“This is so hot.”

“Um, Mr. Cowboy? You’re not in me yet.”

I gave a pained chuckle, because my balls ached so bad, I couldn’t see straight. I switched my grip to pin both her wrists over her head with one hand then pinched her nipple again. I laved it with my tongue, drew back and slapped the side again.

“What’s with you and spanking?” she asked.

“What’s with you and loving to be spanked?” I countered.

Her hips bucked wildly beneath mine. Yeah, my girl liked it a little rough.

“You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come before I ever get inside you,” I groaned.

She sucked her lower lip into her mouth for a long pull, then released it. “You’d better get inside me then, champ.”