Page 168 of Chalk Outline

“I want more.” She bats her eyelashes at me.

“You want to fuck me, is that it?” I release her from my hold and lie down on the ground.

She climbs on top of me in the second, guiding my cock to her opening, and sinks down on me with no hesitation. My fuse short-circuits. Her pussy is so warm and tight.

“Fuck, Winona, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“But I said I want to.” She rolls her hips back and forth, bouncing as she adjusts herself around me. “I want more time with you, and you being cryptic with me. I hate it.”

My cock swells inside her.

“You’re such a brat,” I growl through clenched teeth, rubbing the palms of my hands against her hard nipples. I increase my pace, going rougher.

“Bite me,” she snarks, wiggling her brows. “Liar.”

“You better take that back,” I warn, moving one hand down her belly to pinch her clit.

“Or what?” She whimpers. “You’ll punish me?”

“I might.”

“I’m not sold.” She rocks faster, her walls tightening around my hard cock.

“Winona, I’m not playing.” I snap. “Take. That. Back.”

“Make me.”

The fire in her eyes meets mine, and all hell breaks loose. I clutch her hips to steady her, then lift us off the ground. My feet skid over the dry terrain, sharp rocks pricking at my skin as I step into the plunge pool. The water’s so clear that I see our tangled reflections staring back at us.

We look infernal together.

Still inside her, I feel her clenching around me with every move I make. I take us closer to the waterfall before plunging us both underwater. I love her with all my heart, but I also love to get under her skin and leave pieces of myself there.

Standing back up, we both take a deep inhale. I gently push her shoulder away until she floats on her back, her hands stretched to the sides. Then my wicked grin grows as I start thrusting into her. Slowly. Sensually. Letting her feel every push and pull.

Holding her waist with one hand, the other quickly flies up to grasp her throat. “A liar wouldn’t tell you not to breathe,” I warn as I shove her head underwater. She thrashes against me, but I smile.

Pulling her up, she gulps the air greedily. Droplets cling to her lashes, adorning her electric eyes.

“Want to use your safe word?” I reassure.

“No.”

“Tap on my hand twice if you want me to stop.”

“Okay,” she confirms, wrapping her hand around my forearm. I plunge her into the water again, her grip tightens, but she’s calmer.

I rock my hips, giving her clit a few rubs before I grip her waist and pull her out. I give her a moment before I shove her back inside. The gentle water slushes around us as I drill into her, burying my cock up to the hilt.

I yank her all the way up to my face, my hand still around her throat as I bite down on her lip, forcing her to open up for me. Our tongues curl around the other. Her hands loop around my neck, deepening the kiss even more as I lift her up and down my cock.

Pressure is building down my spine.

Winona screams my name into my mouth.

I push her against the flat edge of a large rock peeking from the water. She grips it tightly with both hands as I slam my cock back inside her, taking her from behind.

My fingers dig into her hips, molding her flesh. My core muscles flex. I bite down on her side and curve my hand around her throat. She moans and spasms uncontrollably around my cock. I tighten my grip. My eyes roll in place. Jerking inside her, a deep growl escapes me when the climax hits me so hard that I almost collapse on top of her.