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She doesn’t make another sound, so I skate my opposite hand to the front of her throat and bring her to a stand, my cock slotting right between her ass cheeks. Her beautiful face gazes up at me, and I wrap my other arm around her and part her mouth with my doused digit.

“See how wet you are for this? Suck it.”

While maintaining my gaze with those whiskey eyes, she takes my long finger inside of her hot mouth and suckles on it with her tongue.

The motion makes my dick leak from the tip until I can’t help it any longer.

Sliding the one finger out, I pull down my boxer briefs, then slick two between her labia, still holding her by the neck.

“D-don’t.”

My breathing has rapidly accelerated, our lips grazing one another’s as she closes her eyes. “Don’t what?”

She can’t answer with words, but her ass pushes back against me, and I use the hand coated in her wetness to stroke myself, dousing my dick with all of her. My hips jut up while her tight cheeks clamp around my shaft, and I hump. Once. Twice.

“Fuck…” I sigh.

With my free hand, I smack her again, then again right after in the same spot, her eyes squeezing tightly. She breathes out the numbers. “Seven. Eight.”

Smoothing my warm palm over her lower abs, I slide it down her mound, feeling a patch of hair there, then use the pad of my finger to part her drenched lips. When I hit her sensitive clit, she jerks in my hold, and I tilt her face up to me. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

She carefully peels one open, then the other, quick breaths panting through her parted lips.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I lean down to seal them with my own, and we briefly meet before she tilts her chin away, our foreheads touching instead.

I leave it, trying to absorb the memory of our brief kiss and sear it into my brain.

In that tiny moment, the flavor of her coated my tongue. I’m desperate for more.

Pippi tastes like mine.

My finger circles her clit as I push between her buttocks again, but this time, she wiggles against me, too. “Oh…” She exhales a sweet sigh, the vanilla and caramel of her scent wafting toward me, making me surge faster and harder.

Dropping the hand around her throat, I use it to spank her once on her left ass cheek, and once on her right while still keeping my other palm on her pussy. “Nine! Ten! Oh my god!” she yells, now almost humping my arm.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my hand.”

I grip her neck so I can look at her beautiful face.

Warmth spreads throughout my chest as I observe every minor movement in my partner-in-crime.

How her eyebrows squeeze together each time my balls slap her pussy.

The twitching in her thighs as she moves slightly from side to side when the pad of my finger pushes into her sensitive areas.

A toss of her head on my shoulder as her lips jut forward until the urge to capture them with my own is almost too much for me to take.

I lean in and she doesn’t pull away this time, too far gone in her own ecstasy to know any better. Instead of plunging in and taking the kiss, I hold myself near her face, my stubble grazing her chin, lips brushing hers, as we writhe against each other.

My cock is raging full, balls thumping with undue urgency as I seize with every intoxicating breath she releases. It sends sparks of lightning down my spine when her tongue escapes to lick her lower lip, caressing the inside of mine.

“Fuck!” I cry out as I quicken the pace of my thrusts, the thick globes of her bottom tightening as she climbs toward her climax. One little sigh of Pippi’s pleasure on my cheek, and I’ll shoot my load all over her back, I know it.

Her hips writhe against my palm with jerky movements, like she isn’t sure how to get what she needs. Watching her, I get an overwhelming urge to teach her, to help her so she can feel good. Still stroking myself between her perky cushions, I flatten my body on hers, covering her back with my chest.

With my lips against her ear, I say, “You like that, pink cheeks? Being half naked in the woods, getting punished like a dirty girl by a stranger? It looks like you do. God , I bet you taste amazing.” My mouth trails down her neck until I find her thick pulse beating hard through the artery there. I can’t resist any longer.

I dive in on that spot, sucking and biting, pulling her skin in between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. Pleasured sobs leave her throat as I do, her head tilting back like she’s chasing the sensation—like she needs it again.

Pippi stiffens when I straighten up, a sudden expression of fear overtaking her face. She holds my gaze with her own, her eyes glistening with intensity. “I-I think I’m going to come.”

She bites her bottom lip, and I rub through her buns harder, faster, just so I can come with her. My hand wails on her ass twice more. “That’s it, baby. Take your punishment like a filthy girl and come for me. Come all over my hand.”

“Eleven! Twelve!”

With a toss of her black hair over my shoulder, she screams. Watching the changes spread across her face, from angry, uptight, and calculated to wild animal, makes me erupt like a volcano, pleasure barreling through my lower spine.

All of my cum shoots from my tip and onto her back, then drizzles down between her bare crevice.

Her body loosens against the tree, her handcuffs rattling while I lean over her back for a moment. I huff in deep breaths and pant out, “Fuck! G-good girl.” My cock still throbs its full release on her hot skin and I’m loath to pull away.

When I step back, I tug my underwear up, and Pippi’s irritation returns, the high from her orgasm short lived. “Undo these.” She shakes the metal links impatiently.

“Give me a sec.” I re-situate my clothes and pat around them, telling her, “Oh shit. I can’t find the key!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She glares at me with palpable rage.

“Yes.” With a laugh, I hold two up for her: the release key and the Harley key, which I slip into her pocket. The other, I use to unlock her cuffs, then tuck those into my pants.

“Dick,” she grumbles while pulling up that insanely tight underwear, then her jeans.

Wearily, she lowers her chin and gives me some suspicious eyes. “So, I can go, then?”

I cross my arms and nod in the direction she had been running. “Off you go.”

Pippi darts away into the thick night, and I stroll due south toward the wall.

Within less than a quarter of a mile, I climb atop a small shed that almost aligns with the fence and sit on the edge. It takes only about three more minutes until I hear footsteps rapidly approaching from southwest, the place that was too rough to gain footing on top of the wall.

As my little P.I.C. gets closer, she searches for a spot to climb to the finish and earn her victory points. Just as she places her hands on the plaster, I leap down, snag her around the waist, and hoist her over my shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down!” She kicks and thrashes against me, using an arm to choke me as much as she can.

One hand gripping the edge of the wall, I use a foot to lift us up and over, safely landing with her tucked into my hold on the other side.

Some of the guys mull about to see who earned or lost points, a few groups chatting, smoking, or drinking as they await the fence climbers.

Pippi kicks me hard in the thigh until I loosen my grip enough to drop her on her feet.

“Fucker! I cannot believe this! You said Scout’s honor!”

“Yeah…I was never a scout.”

With a smirk, I pin her body against the wall and frame her face with my arms. Diving into her neck, I drag one last breath along her throat before my mouth meets her ear.

“For the next month, you belong to me .”