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“Then show me. Kiss the shit out of me.”

Juniper half-moans, half-smiles. She burrows down and sheathes my lips, her tongue spearing into my mouth and tangling with my own. I flex my lips and tongue into her, and I drive my cock higher, deeper, rougher.

We’ve fucked, had sex, made love, and fucked some more in numerous ways, against countless surfaces. We’ve had each other fully dressed, half-dressed, and stripped bare. I’ve been above her, beneath her, behind her. She’s taken me apart and put me back together.

But it’s never been this powerful, this shrill, or this defiant.

I almost lost this. I almost lost her.

Sweat glistens under her tits and across her forehead. The same moisture surfaces down my spine. I groan and fuck into her, my cock plying her walls as they constrict.

My fingers trail down, shave through the coils of hair at her cunt, and find that kernel of skin. It projects from her body, swollen like a ripe cherry. I pinch her clit and brush my thumb over it.

My woman shudders, her pussy trembling like a spring ready to break. I feel that inflated stud throbbing like a heartbeat. Ravenous, I pulse my thumb against it, pressing and rubbing.

In response, Juniper drenches my cock. Her features tense, her mouth drops open, and her fingers curl sharply into my hair. Fables, she’s gorgeous when she’s about to come.

Her breathing speeds up, frayed and delirious. Tattered shouts build on my tongue, heat launching from my balls to my crown. While patting her clit, I stalk to the nearest tree and brace my palm on to the trunk behind her, careful not to ram Juniper into the bark. Keeping her flush against me, I put my ass into the effort, flexing it forward and whipping my cock through her soaked slit.

“Yes, Puck!” she hollers. “Right there.”

“Almost, luv,” I hum. “Almost there.”

We charge into each other, my cock works us into a spiral, and her moans scatter across the woodland. Juniper flings herself back and shatters, her legs shaking around my waist. Her slick pussy convulses around my pumping cock, her orgasm squeezing the head—and I explode.

The roar tears from my mouth. A liquid rush of pleasure spills from my body into hers, so fierce and raw I nearly black out.

Juniper grinds on me, coming around me with such force that her cries span beyond the grove. I shout with her, my hips stalling with the release. We come for so long, my fingernails dig craters into the tree trunk, the climax quaking from my cock to the rest of me.

Slowly, our groans ebbs. Our hips roll languidly, riding out the last of it, then slump.

Juniper collapses into my shoulder. She brushes through my red waves and traces the peaks of my ears, making the earrings chime. My knuckles push a layer of green off her shoulder, and I drop a breathless kiss there.

All at once, Juniper’s eyes lifts to mine. We gaze at each other and smile through the fatigue. The noises rush together, sated and amused.

I slip my cock from her sweet, soft walls and hunker to the ground with her, where we recline on the grass. The blades sink under our weight like a carpet. A breeze filters through, jostling the candles, which throw a sheen across Juniper’s sweaty body.

She curls into my side, her cheek slumping onto my chest, and drapes one leg over my thighs. My bent arm rests beneath her head, and my digits rustle through her hair. Our stomachs labor for air, the respirations worn as we fight to catch our breaths.

My cock lulls on my abdomen, the length still as hard as a battering ram. Sometimes it takes a while for it to calm down. Not that I’m complaining, since I’ve got graphic plans before we leave The Wicked Pines, which involve a low hanging tree branch I’d like to bend her over, plus another trip to the bathing pool.

“Give me a few minutes,” I tell her.

Juniper translates that, buries her face in my shoulder, and guffaws. “You are insatiable.”

“I’m a satyr. And I’m in love. That’s a double dose of kink. Plus, I don’t hear you declining.”

“You won’t.”

She looks up, flattens her hand on my pec, and perches her chin there. A peachy hue threads across her cheeks, her complexion bright and her irises even brighter from the life she’s carrying.

Resting on her stomach, her legs bend, calves rising vertically and crossing at the ankles. It’s a playful pose, so rare and candid that I revel in it. No one sees this side of her but me.

Matter of fact, I might have to dismantle any male who tries. Just because satyrs are legendary lovers doesn’t mean they don’t get jealous.

Anyway, her tears have dried. Besides that, my back has improved, based on the way she’d rescue-fucked me into the grass. I hadn’t felt anything but the desire to sink my cock into her warmth and make her come.

When Juniper’s close-mouth grin expands, I frown in amusement and skate my thumb across her jaw. “What’s so funny?”