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“Fuck me,” she gasps. “Please, please fuck me.”

I pull the corn free, and she trembles beneath me, stretched open and sobbing with need.

Fuck.

I line myself up with her swollen pussy and sink into her.

Her breath catches.

She’s still so fucking tight.

Even after everything, her body fights me for every inch, fluttering and clenching around my cock until a groan tears from my throat.

My forehead drops and I feel every inch of resistance, every flutter of muscle trying to keep me out. I groan.

For one suspended second, neither of us moves.

I can feel every tremor running through her. Every desperate breath against my mouth. Every involuntary clench of her body around mine.

My hands tighten around her hips, hard enough that I know I’ll leave marks. And some vicious part of me fucking loves knowing I put them there.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“More,” she whines. “Please, I need more—”

I give her more.

I bottom out in one hard thrust and she shrieks, her legs wrapping around my waist, her nails raking down my back.

I don’t stop. I can’t… stop.

I lose whatever restraint I had left.

My pace turns brutal, each thrust driving her harder into the warm Earth as the dirt shifts beneath us in slow, rolling pulses. Corn stalks shudder overhead, leaves thrashing together before bending away from us as if they can’t bear to watch.

Or maybe they’re fucking jealous.

“Look at me.” I grab her chin and turn her face toward mine. “Look at me while I fucking ruin you.”

She does. Tears streak her cheeks. Her bottom lip is swollen and bitten raw, but she never looks away. Then she cums again. Her pussy clamps around me so violently that my vision flashes white, dragging a broken groan from somewhere deep in my chest.

Fuck.

I still don’t stop.

I fuck her through every trembling second of it, through the whimpers that become sobs and the sobs that dissolve into desperate fucking prayers.

Then I flip her onto her stomach.

She barely has time to catch herself before I haul her hips back up and fuck her brutally from behind. The corn forgotten in the dirt. There’s only Sage now.

Sage beneath me, taking everything I give her while crying my name as I use her—claim her. The sounds of our bodies meeting cracks through the field like thunder.

I fist my hand in her hair and pull her head back. “Who caught you?”

“You,” she sobs.

I slam into her harder.