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“Fuck me, please,” I beg, and he emits a raw, guttural noise.

Dion unbuckles his pants right before pushing down my joggers with force, eliciting a gasp out of me.

He grabs onto my wrists and arches my back, pinning my chest to the tree. Then, I hear him spit and it only intensifies the wetness between my legs.

“Fuck, Aria. You’re soaking. Is that all for me, little liar?”

A flush heats my cheeks and I nod.

“This pussy is mine. You know that, right? I took it, claimed it, fucked it, so it’s mine,” he growls.

I nod again and he pulls on the neckline of my hoodie, causing my head to fly back. “Say it, Aria.”

“This pussy is yours,” I choke out.

He grunts in approval and kicks my legs open right before angling his cock at my entrance. With one sudden movement, he slams inside of me. I scream.

I immediately regret it when I remember that we are still in the forest, not far from my house, which means that anyone in proximity could hear us.

“Are you trying to get us caught, baby?” Dion teases. “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me while I pound into your perfect cunt.”

Fuck. Me.

I’ve been fantasizing about feeling Dion inside me again, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this primal, raw reality. He’s still wearing his helmet, and it makes this even hotter.

“I missed this tight little cunt.”

His presence envelops me, and I get closer to the edge, losing all sense of time and space.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he orders, and I bring my fingers to my mouth, moistening them, before placing my hand between my legs, flicking my clit while Dion fills me from behind.

He holds onto my hips with a vice-like grip, nails digging into my skin. Each thrust carrying the force of a lightning strike, sparking all my nerve endings and leaving me breathless.

“Who’s inside you? Spell out my name and tell me who’s inside your pussy.”

“D-Dion,” I mutter. “D.” Thrust. “I. Ahhh,” I moan, feeling him in every crevice of my body. “O.” Thrust. “N.” An overwhelming tide of sensations invades me.

“Atta girl. It’s me. Remember my fucking name as I let you come all over my cock.”

I surrender to Dion, getting lost in the ecstasy of my orgasm.

“Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I chant, ripples of pleasure cascading through me.

Dion’s moves grow frantic as he releases inside me.

We’re both left breathless.

After several labored inhales, he finally pulls out of me, and I stand against the tree, longing for more, yet fulfilled at the same time.

“Keep your legs parted,” he orders again.

After a few seconds, something leaks out of me.

I turn my head just as Dion reaches up, slowly removing his helmet. He shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes, framing that beautiful, chiseled face. His tanned skin glistens with a slight sheen of sweat, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. His gaze is piercing, yet calm, as if the chase has only improved his focus.

Then, he kneels and places himself in between my legs, letting his tongue swipe up my inner thighs to lick up the mess.

My heart races and heat creeps up my cheeks. A gasp gets caught in my throat as I look down at him, my knees almost giving out.

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