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His lips on mine are urgent, his mouth moving as he presses closer to me, his hard cock grinding against me through the thin layers that separate us.

I moan into the kiss, our tongues tangling.

His grip on my throat tightens.

I should be scared, but I’m so turned on right now I can’t even think straight.

My thighs press together on either side of his hips, pinning him in place against me.

Joshua’s other hand cups my hip before slipping beneath my shirt. His calloused fingers ghost over my ribs.

My heart skips a beat as he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down so hard the coppery twang of blood coats the tip of my tongue.

The cocktail of pleasure and pain is intoxicating.

The low noise he makes in the back of his throat has me aching for him.

He kisses his way down my jaw, teeth nipping and tongue flicking as he settles over my pulse, his hand falling away from my throat.

He pulls back long enough to whip my shirt over my head and off into the bushes somewhere. “What was that about cutting off my cock?”

I can’t focus when he’s grinding that impressive cock into me. “Don’t remember.”

“I didn’t think so. All you want right now is my cock buried inside you, isn’t it?” His voice is husky as he reaches for the front clip on my bra and undoes it, letting the material fall away.

I slide the straps down my shoulders. “I could think of other things to do with it.”

His gaze flashes with lust as his fingers reach for the button on my jeans, flicking it open. “I knew you liked choking. Don’t worry, Sky, soon, we’re going to have you choking on my cock and begging for more. But we’re saving that for another day.”

I kick off my shoes and lift my hips enough for him to pull the rest of the clothing out of the way. “That a threat or a promise?”

Joshua smirks, leaning in closer again as his fingertips trace a slow trail from the hollow at the base of my neck all the way down to my clit. “Depends on how much you piss me off that day.”

He unzips his jeans and pulls out his hard cock.

When his hand strokes up and down his length, a fire grows low in my stomach.

All I can think about is having him fill me, stretching me until I can’t take any more.

My pussy clamps down around his fingers as he pushes two into me.

His thumb brushes against my clit.

Electricity pulses through my body.

My arousal coats his fingers with every thrust, my inner walls pulsing harder around him until I don’t think I can take any more.

I come hard and fast, legs pressing hard into either side of his hips.

His fingers keep diving deeper into me, the pace slowing as he drags out the orgasm for as long as possible.

Just when my body finally starts to relax, he hauls me to the very edge of the table and slams into me.

My nails dig into the wood of the picnic table, and my back arches.

I roll my hips, trying to take him deeper, needing him to consume my very being until I don’t know where I stop and he begins.

Joshua’s hand snakes into my hair, and he pulls my head back. “Look at you, such a good little slut, aren’t you? You just want someone to take control of you so you can drop the tough act for the first time in your life.”

My inner walls pulse around him. “Fuck me harder.”

His dark chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. “Say the magic word.”

“Get bent.”

A loud slap fills the air as the skin of my left ass cheek burns where his hand just made contact.

I moan, arousal coating my inner thighs as his thrusts slow to the point of him barely moving.

He looks down at me, his jaw tightening and a hint of danger in his eyes. “What’s the magic word, Skyla?”

“Please,” I say, breathless, as I try to move my hips and relieve some of the building tension in my core.

My pussy flutters around his cock as he starts to move again, his hips rocking harder and faster.

The wood of the table is rough against my skin, only adding to the pleasure that’s coming from the tight hold he has on me.

“Come for me.” His lips press against mine.

I reach up, fingers sinking into his muscled shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

I rock with him, nearing the edge of an orgasm as he yanks my head back harder, the kiss breaking.

His other hand slips between us, calloused fingers swirling around my clit with a pressure that sends me crashing over the edge, my legs shaking.

He keeps thrusting, looking down at me like all he wants is to possess me. Own me.

His cock throbs as my inner walls squeeze around him.

When he comes, the thrusts are slow and drawn out as his release fills me.

He pulls out and tucks himself away, a cocky smirk on his face. “So, are you really going to cut off my cock?”

“If we’re sticking to this arrangement, then you’re not fucking around on me.” I slide off the picnic table and gather my clothing, getting dressed before anyone else has the chance to drive up here and see me naked.

Joshua arches one eyebrow. “Is this you telling me what to do?”

“No. I’m telling you what not to do.” I tug my shirt over my head before looking around for my other shoe. “If you want this deal to keep going, then you can fuck me, but you’re not going to fuck anyone else. I won’t be humiliated by your family again.”

“Don’t you dare compare me to my brother.” He advances on me as I hop on one foot and pull on my shoe.

I stand tall and glare at him. “Then don’t act like him, and we won’t have a problem.”

He crosses his arms over his broad chest. “If we’re going to set more terms, then I want to know what you’re hiding from me.”

“Nothing.” The lie is bitter on my tongue.

Joshua scoffs and shakes his head. “Fine, keep lying to me. See what’s going to happen to you.”

He spins and walks away, getting in the truck and revving the engine before I fully realize what’s happening.

It’s only when his taillights disappear around the corner that I know I’m going to be in for a long walk.

He’s a dead man when I get home.