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ADAIR

O h my God. What am I doing? Nothing about this is OK. I’ve got my knees spread wide on a picnic bench and I’m bent over the table, bare-assed with my pants and underwear down around my knees. I spit into my cupped hand, spilling a viscous slop of come and drool into my palm. Dropping my cheek flat on the weathered wood, I let out the moan that was bottled up inside of me.

A breeze rustles the trees and I shiver, thinking of what it felt like, looking up at Jack’s dark eyes burning a hole into me as he watched me lick my own jizz off his muddy boots — at once the most humiliating and hottest experience of my life.

I didn’t expect to come when I did. My hips jerked up of their own volition as his words shoved me over the edge. I was horrified to feel my dick pulsing, shooting out an obscene, mortifying amount of come… all because of this surly, scary sadist who demeans me and belittles me, who hates me almost as much as he seems to love reminding me what a pathetic loser I am.

A pathetic loser who exploded with a shuddering, head-spinning, mind-blowing orgasm the instant he threatened to piss down my throat. Fuck me. He’s never going to let me live this down. For the first time ever, I’m relieved when I remember that this is the last time we’re going to do anything like this.

I gasp when Jack lands a solid smack on my ass. “Hurry up, Bunny. I don’t have all night,” he growls.

I lube up my asshole like he ordered, finger-fucking myself so it’s not torn apart when he slams his thick dick into it. I’m so scared right now. And so hard. I can’t hold back a whine of anticipation. He chuckles darkly before I hear the crinkling of foil.

Oh, no. Oh, shit. It hits me with a flash of panic: I’ve never done this before. Am I supposed to let him know?

I’ve used dildos and plugs on myself before, but I’ve never done… this. Should I tell him? Jack has never shown the slightest inclination to know anything about me, but this feels different.

I have a few seconds, at most, to figure it out. I’m afraid he’ll be pissed-off if I tell him now. But if by some miracle I can talk him out of tonight being the last hookup, I’m sure he’ll be angry if I let it slip later. Maybe angry enough to throw in the towel for good.

Jack grabs my ass cheeks, pulling me apart. He presses the head of his cock against my opening. It’s now or never.

“I’m a virgin,” I whisper.

He pauses. I feel his weight against my back as his beard tickles my ear. “That’s not your safeword, Bunny,” he says quietly. When he stays there without moving for a moment longer, I realize he’s waiting for me to make the next move.

Maple . If I said it right now, I’m sure he’d stand up and take his hard cock away from my asshole. He’d probably order me to zip myself up and get the hell out of his park. And I’d drive home with a gross, sloppy mess around my asshole and a dick that’s rock-hard again . I’d probably jerk off right in the kitchen like before, legs splayed and mind full of fantasies about what could have been.

“I just wanted you to know,” I say.

He doesn’t say anything. I feel his weight lift off of me and he positions his cock against my entrance again. Instinctively, I tense. I’m not sure, but I think Jack waits for me, because it’s only after I force myself to relax and exhale a shuddering sigh that, with a grunt, he pushes himself into me.

When I gasp, he pauses with just his cockhead inside my body. The sensation is both similar to what I’ve experienced with toys and so, so different at the same time. Sure, a disembodied silicone cock feels good when it fills me up, but feeling Jack’s body behind me — the heat, the movement, just the sensation of being taken — is a whole other level.

My breath is coming in quick, open-mouthed pants. Jack gives my ass a light slap that feels almost playful. “I’m going to destroy you, Bunny — fuck you so hard you can’t sit for a week without thinking of my cock tearing you apart.”

Fuck, I don’t know how Jack knew. Perversely, that’s exactly what I need to hear. I feel myself open up for him as I moan and slump all the way down onto that picnic table, resting my cheek against the wood again.

When he starts drilling into me harder I whimper and reach my arms out to hook my fingers over the far edge of the table to keep from slamming it with my chest with every thrust. Jack huffs out a laugh when he sees what I’m doing and picks up his pace. I feel the rough material of his pants hitting my upper thighs and above that, his hairy thighs slapping against my ass cheeks.

My cock is rock-hard, too. I’m sure I could come again but I’m not sure what the rules are. I’m pretty sure grabbing my cock and rubbing one out on the ground beneath the picnic table wouldn’t fly, so I just bite my lip as the pressure builds. Behind me, Jack lets out a wordless shout that lowers to a guttural groan. He slams into me one last time, and I feel his cock pulsing inside of me.

I shut my eyes, imagining that it’s me and not a condom he’s emptying his load into. Still, the sound of Jack coming might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I listen to him pant for breath for a few seconds.

“Jesus fuck ,” he mutters. After I feel him pull out of me, he gives my ass a slap.

“Turn around.”

There’s a wicked glint in his eye. I watch as he carefully pulls the condom off, pinching it at the top and knotting it. I’m confused when he reaches his free hand into his jacket pocket, pulls out a second condom and tears the wrapper open with his teeth. He carefully pushes the tied, spent condom into the new one, and knots that one closer to the tip, leaving a long tail at the end.

“This park is carry in, carry out,” he says with an evil grin. “Turn around, Bunny.”

“But...” My jaw drops. I assume he shoved the wrapper from the condom he put over his cock into his pocket, but the other one is still in his hand. I look at it pointedly.

He snickers as he sticks the new wrapper into his jacket pocket. He narrows his eyes briefly. “I said turn around. Don’t make me tell you again if you know what’s good for you.”

I feel Jack’s other hand move behind me quickly. Before I know it, he’s fucking that used condom, tied up in a fresh one, inside of me, leaving the tail below the knot dangling outside of me.

I turn back around, feeling my face blaze with embarrassment. His gaze takes in my cock jutting up from between my legs — rock-hard, head red and swollen, slit leaking precum. He laughs and my spirits sink, afraid he’s going to order me to pull my pants back up and get the hell out of here, leaving me frustrated.

He raises an eyebrow. “You already came once tonight.” I swallow and nod. “Without permission, if I recall correctly. What do you have to say about that?”

I thought having to clean my load off his boots with my tongue was the punishment for that, but I just nod again. “I didn’t have permission. I’m sorry.”

He appraises me with narrowed eyes. “Maybe I am teaching this bunny some manners,” he says, as if talking to himself. “Come.” He points to the ground between his feet. My pants still down, I scramble to kneel in front of him.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you want to get off?” I nod vigorously. “Tell me. I want to hear you beg for it.”

The words can’t tumble out of my mouth any faster. “Please Jack, I’m so close, I want to come so bad. Please,” I whine. “My cock is aching and dripping and I’ll do anything if you let me come — let me come again ,” I add hurriedly. Watching him eat up my pleading is turning me on even more.

“Here are the rules,” Jack says.

Oh, thank God. I don’t care what they are. I want to get off again so badly I’ll do whatever Jack tells me to do.

“You’re allowed to use your hand, but you have to jerk yourself while you’re licking my cock clean.” I didn’t think it was possible for me to get any harder, but his words just did it. “You’ve got two minutes. I’m timing you.” I’m pretty sure I could finish in twenty seconds if I had to.

“Come in your hand, because I want to watch while you lap it all up like the insatiable little cumslut you are. And make damn sure you don’t spill any, because you’re not getting up off your knees until you’ve swallowed every drop.” His eyes are burning into me. “Show me what a filthy whore you are, swallowing your own load while mine is inside of you.”

I’m thinking I’ll be lucky to last one minute, let alone two, as I eagerly swirl my tongue around Jack’s cock, lapping up what was left of his release after he took off the condom. My fist is tight around my cock as I pump it, feeling those sparks of heat combust inside of me until everything is just a molten core of pleasure ready to erupt.

When my orgasm hits, I devour Jack’s softening cock, taking it all the way to the hilt. I stroke at the sensitive spot on the underside of the head with my tongue as I push my nose into his bush so I can suffocate myself on his scent. He brings his hand down onto the back of my head, pushing my face against him. I can hear myself coming with muffled, desperate animal noises as I explode into my hand.

When the waves of my orgasm finally stop rolling over me, I push my head back against Jack’s hand and he releases me. I’m still panting as I lick my load out of my palm while Jack watches, gripping his semi-hard cock as his eyes devour me. I meet his eyes as I noisily suck my fingers.