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Grinding our bodies greedily together.

Airy moans and heavy grunts ceaselessly float towards the darkening sky until the combination of the rhapsodic sounds has me pressing my lips to her ear to growl, “Spill that fucking ink, baby.” Her fingers noticeably flex in anticipation. “Sign your goddamn name in it.”

Bryn needily whimpers before jerking faster and faster and faster, speed only wavering when my body begins to buckle from the blistering bursts that are causing my cock to kick. Cum coats her palm while wet dirt clumps between my toes during their desperate search for stability.

I grumble and groan.

Groan and grunt.

Tremble in sync with her.

My mouth wolfishly works its way from her earlobe to her lips where it momentarily feathers before ravenously declaring, “My turn to be the apex predator…”

Chapter 12

Brynley

I honestly can’t remember the last time I woke up to the sound of water moving.

And I really can’t remember the last time I woke up to a man with his face buried below my waistline.

Wes’s teeth deliver a teasing nip to my inner thigh inspiring me to peel back the blanket just in time to see his tongue disappear between my wet, lower lips.

The man is insatiable.

Like chum to a starving shark.

I thought for sure after he busted his first nut last night, he’d be a bit more relaxed.

Unrefined.

And I was right to an extent.

He was.

He came, made sure I came – which went impressively quick for a man out of practice – and lounged around comfortably in his own skin as we ate sandwiches and chips and cookies on our low budget picnic that Lucky begrudgingly made.

However, the instant our stomachs were full, he was hungry again.

Except the second time I didn’t get a chance to touch him.

I got pinned down.

Dominated.

Had no choice but to come again and again and again until I literally thought I might cry or die.

Then – and only then – did he relinquish his hold.

Position himself back on his hunches.

Tease my swollen clit with the tip of his cock forcing me to come again when he did all over it.

Post that shit, I passed the fuck out.

Could’ve been from the lack of oxygen or lack of calories or that thing where your body just plays opossum without your permission because it can’t take any more orgasm, but nonetheless, I was out.

And I stayed out with my face buried in his heavenly scented chest.

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