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He gives me a wet suck on my neck, but not enough to leave a mark. I have an intense urge to kiss him, to hold his face in my hands, but I can’t at this angle.
He hits that spot again and again, and I can barely hold back. I stroke myself faster, using my thumb to swipe over the head, spreading my leaking precum. I’m getting close.
The woods are silent except for our breathing, the dull fap as I jerk my cock, and the distant sound of the hunting party. The isolation makes every sensation more intense. It’s just us. We’re the only two people on earth.
Lucien’s fingers pull out suddenly.
I hear the condom wrapper tearing, the sound of him making himself slick with lube, and the rustle of fabric as he adjusts his position.
“Grab the tree, Cam,” he tells me.
Oh God. I let out an embarrassing whimper in anticipation of what’s coming.
“I’m going to fuck you, Cam. I’m going to go deep. If you want me to stop, just tell me, baby, okay?”
“Yeah.”
I place both palms flat against the trunk, bracing myself. The bark digs into my skin, rough and unforgiving.
Lucien is right up against me. The cold zipper of his jacket digs into my lower back. He’s hard, pressing against me, and then he’s pushing into me.
Slow at first, careful.
The burn intensifies immediately. The stretch is so much more than his fingers, fuller, deeper, almost too much.
“Ahhhh,” I cry out. It hurts.
“Shhhh,” he says, his voice soothing. His hand comes up to cover my mouth gently, muffling any sound I might make. “I know, baby. I know. Just breathe. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“More.”
He wraps his other arm around my waist to secure me, holding me steady, and pushes in deeper. Harder.
The pressure is almost unbearable. I wince and take in a shaky breath against his palm.
He bottoms out inside me, and for a moment, we’re both still. I can feel every inch of him, the fullness, the stretch, the way my body struggles to accommodate him.
“You’re doing so good,” he breathes against my ear. “So fucking good for me.”
I bite my lip, not wanting to respond with something embarrassing like thank you. Not wanting to say what I think can never be said. I push myself farther away from the tree, giving him as much of me as I can, even if it hurts a little.
He starts pumping into me, holding my waist with both hands now. Slow at first, letting me adjust. Then faster.
“You feel amazing, baby,” he breathes. “You’re so tight.”
The words of praise soothe me, and it starts to hurt less. The burn fades into pleasure.
He lets go of my waist and holds my hips with both hands. His breathing changes, speeding up. I can tell he’s watching himself disappear into me with each thrust, and my dick swells even harder, imagining what he’s seeing.
“Fuck,” he says. “It feels so good. Keep touching yourself, baby.”
I do, but they’re lazy strokes. I’m too distracted by the exquisite pressure of Lucien inside of me.
The pleasure is so intense the thought of it ending is almost painful. I want this forever and ever. It feels like he’s milking me from the inside, like every thrust is designed to pull the orgasm out of me. And it does.
I spurt multiple times against the tree, careful not to get anything on my hands. My body goes limp as the warm joy of my orgasm reaches every cell in my body. I grip the tree to hold myself up as I watch my cum drip down the trunk, thick white streaks against the dark bark. Lucien speeds up.
“Fuck. Oh. Fuck,” he cries.
