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“Yeah,” I pant. “Yes, sir.”

“Good fucking girl. Moan for me. Open your pretty little mouth and let me hear those sounds.”

I moan out louder and louder as he drives his thick cock deeper and deeper.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Tell me how bad you need it.”

“I need to come. You feel so good! Oh my God… you feel so damn good!”

His cock somehow feels harder than it was five seconds ago, and all at once like a train barreling into the station, I release, screaming out as my tits bounce and scrub against the boulder.

Ghost growls into my ear, lifting me slightly as he drives into me. “You’re such a dirty girl. Fuck… I love how hard you try for me!”

His hold is tight and masculine. He’s moving me, putting me exactly where he wants me. “I need you, Nicole. Tell me you’re mine for good.” He thrusts into me over and over again. “Say it loud.”

“I’m yours,” I pant, desperate for this to never end. Desperate to have trillions of morning fucks by the river, and wild, dominant sex every single evening for eternity. It turns out, this is what life is about. Not vacations, not fancy houses, not what you do for a living. Life is about passion. It’s aboutpassionate sex with a giant man that whispers sexy things in your ear.

He thrusts into me again and again until he spills his seed, filling me up with warm parts of him that make me feel whole.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling out slowly, “that was good.”

“Really good,” I pant, staring up at the sky, trying to get the dizziness to calm itself. “You’re really good at that.”

“Only with you. I’ve never felt like this in my life.” He leans in and kisses my forehead, pulling me close. “I don’t know what it is, I just… I want to hold you and protect you, and I don’t know… you make me like this.”

My heart slams against my chest as I lean against his.

He brushes his rough hand over the side of my face, his gaze heavy on mine. “Tell me you meant what you said. Tell me you’ll stay. I know you have all the choices in the world. You’re young and you just got your freedom, but I need you. I need you so fucking bad. It’s sick.”

I swallow hard, searching his eyes as I feel the raw honesty of his words. “I meant every word.”

He leans down and kisses the top of my head before glancing out at the river. “Damn shame. You know what’s missing?”

“No, what?”

“That we don’t have any speakers. This seems like the perfect moment for some Sabbath. Maybe War Pigs.”

I laugh and widen my gaze. “I may have exaggerated how much I liked that song. I’m more of a country girl. The new Morgan Waylon album just came out, and it’s a ten out of ten.”

He grins that slick grin I’ve come to love. “Kinda like that album too. To be honest, I haven’t listened to Sabbath in years and War Pigs was never my favorite, but it’s the cool thing to like for a guy like me, right? I’m pretty sure liking country music is abig no-noin the hitman code of ethics. Too many emotions, and not enough killing.”

I raise an entertained brow. “The hitman code of ethics? Is that a real thing?”

“Sure is. It’s right between ‘never leave loose ends’and ‘don’t get attached.”

“Guess you’re breaking all the rules then.”

He exhales as though that’s the hopeless truth, then squeezes my hand lightly. “I think you’re worth breaking rules for.”

In that moment, everything shifts into place, and the adventure I’d been chasing officially finds me.

Epilogue

Nicole

Five Years Later