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I line myself up and push in with one hard, controlled drive, getting halfway before I stop.

Her breath rushes out.

Mine almost leaves with it.

She looks back at me, eyes dark, mouth parted, her body trembling with want and something deeper. “Don’t go gentle on me now.”

Damn.

She’s tight. Hot. Perfect.

Her fingers curl around the edge of the tailgate, knuckles paling as her body adjusts. I hold still, every muscle locked, fighting the urge to take what she asked for before she’s ready.

Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth.

Then she nods.

“It’ll fit,” she whispers, voice rough.

My grip tightens on her hip.

Yeah, baby.

It sure fucking will.

She opens her legs wider, trembling around the bit of me already inside her.

“Take everything, Leon,” she commands.

I push all the way in, deep and hard, until there’s nowhere left to go and my open fly is crushed against her. My mouth drops open, every part of me locking tight as she takes me to the base. Clair cries out, the sound tearing into the night, raw and full of pleasure.

“Yes,” she gasps.

That word almost ruins me.

I pull back and drive in again, harder this time, my hands gripping her hips to hold her steady as her body jumps against the tailgate with every thrust. The metal creaks beneath us. Her nails scrape against the truck bed. Her hair spills over her back, brushing over those little black stars, and the sight of them there beneath my hands does something to me I don’t have words for.

She asked for hard.

So I give it to her.

Every. Fucking. Inch.

Every. Damn. Thrust.

Every bit of me that has ever belonged to her.

Her body is wet and warm around me, gripping me so tight my vision sparks at the edges. Each time I sink into her, she pulls me deeper, her body taking me like it was made to, wanting every inch and refusing to let either of us hide from it.

I slide one hand into her hair, gripping enough to turn her head, enough to let her see where we’re joined. Her eyes follow, dark and hungry, watching me disappear inside her again and again. Her body clenches.

“Harder,” she whispers.

She looks back at me over her shoulder, fierce and flushed and certain. “Please,” she says. “I want it.”

Yes, ma’am.

I move harder, faster, giving her exactly what she asked for. The sound of our bodies echoes through the woods around us, filthy and real beneath the low music still drifting from the cab. Her sounds turn desperate, each one pushing me further, each one telling me she is here with me.