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He groans, and slams his forehead into the arm of the couch beside me.

"I don't have…"

"I don't care." And I don't. I've been on birth control forever, and I'm definitely clean. "I'm safe. You're—"

He laughs. "It's been literal years."

And why does that send such a thrill through me? These guys live in the middle of nowhere, all alone. The mountain man hermit lifestyle doesn't exactly lend itself to casual conquests, but I'm still delighted to hear that he's breaking as bad of a dry spell as I am, maybe.

"Then do it. Just—"

But he pauses, wrapping his arms around me. "You're a fucking dream, Haley."

If I am, then, "I don't ever want to wake up."

His chuckle hums through me. He kisses me once more, deep, then hoists himself up, straightening his spine as he kneels behind me.

"God, you look good," he murmurs.

I'm not even naked. All he can see is the wet, swollen mess of my pussy, the pale white of my ass. With my back arched like this, I'm on display, just asking to be taken and used. But he's reverent as he looks me over.

His long fingers trail over my lower back before hooking themselves into the crease of my hip. With his other hand, he grasps himself. He skates the blunt, wet head of his cock over my flesh. It stutters over my ass to my thigh. He traces it in a line over the seam of my pussy before teasing over my clit, and it's the sweetest, most delicious torture I can imagine. I groan, closing my eyes, surrendering and just letting myself feel.

Then he's drawing back. He nestles himself right in against my entrance. I half expect him to stop, to ask permission again.

But then there's just the deep slide, the hard push. He's huge, and I'm not entirely open, my legs squeezed together the way they are. The stretch blinds me.

And it's the best thing I've felt in years.

He's relentless, too, pushing and pushing. My wetness eases the way, as does the orgasm he already gave me with his fingers and his mouth, but that first thrust feels like it goes on forever. Until finally he's there, seated deep, hitting the absolute limits of my body as his hips come to rest against my ass.

We groan in unison.

"You feel incredible," he stutters out. "Your pussy's so hot. So tight."

All I can do in response is nod. I'm flying, split open on his dick, and I needed this. Through this whole awful, terrible week, this whole month, this whole year. I've needed someone to take me out of my head. To understand me and give me some connection to the world. Something tolivefor.

And a fuck like this might just be the thing.

He grabs my hip hard and withdraws. The slide is just as long, but when he slams back in this time, he doesn't go gently. He fills me up, forcing the breath from my body, and it's so good, so deep.

"Yeah, baby." He picks up the pace. "Let me hear it. Let it out."

Have I been talking? Moaning? I don't even know. I tend to be loud during sex, but usually I have the presence of mind to at least try to keep it in. That's not the case now.

At his prodding, a litany of yes and harder and deeper andfuck metumbles out of my mouth. It's catharsis, and it's freedom, and I give myself over to the slamming of his raw, long cock into my needy body.

He fucks me like that for the longest time. I take it all and ask for more, until I'm a shaking mass of pleasure, my pussy dripping with my juices and his pre-come, and all I need is one more push to get me over the top.

And then it's there. He drapes himself over me, covering me with his body. His mouth lands near mine, and he tips my head into him. He kisses me, and it's like this feedback loop, our bodies connected, his cock pistoning in and out of me, hips jackrabbiting with the fevered pitch of his thrusts. His tongue presses inside, and he releases my hip to sneak his hand around.

"Come, baby. Come on my cock, let me feel—"

One glancing touch to my clit and I'm gone. Climax crashes over me, and finally, finally, finally, I have a hard cock to squeeze down around. The fullness takes my pleasure and multiplies it, lifting me into the atmosphere.

He lets out a groan loud enough to wake the house, slams into me one more time, two, three, and then he shudders. Hot wetness pumps into me as he fills my hungry with his seed.

"That's it, Jesus, Haley, milk me…"