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Shit, I want to face her, plunge right into her and watch her eyes glaze over, but practicality and fucking hiking boots demand this position, so I step in behind her, running my fingers between her legs and checking how wet she is.

I don’t want to hurt her and… fuck, she’s so wet. My fingers explore her glistening edges, dipping inside her warmth for a moment. She cries out, her nails scraping against the tree as she rests her forehead on the back of her hand.

“You want this?” I whisper, then lean forward, pressing my lips to her shoulder.

“Yes.” She moans the word more than says it, and I give her what she’s been waiting for.

Lining up my cock, I steady her hips, then spear her in one swift move.

Her cry of pleasure rockets right through me, and I’m blinded by every sensation traveling through my body. Her tight, wet pussy clutches me, drawing me in and demanding instant friction.

I deliver, pumping into her in fast, smooth strokes.

The energy between us demands it. This isn’t some slow, languid coupling. This is all passion and heat and speed.

This is animalistic instincts.

Our basic human nature overriding all common sense.

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Grady’s dick is a fucking work of art. I love it inside me, splitting me in half, taking over my senses with each thrust and plunge.

He feels so good, I’ve forgotten how to breathe.

My mouth pops open as I take each heady thrust, my body absorbing his urgent energy and spiking with pleasure.

He’s moving deep and fast, almost a little rough, and I fucking love it.

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes.”

A white heat starts spreading through me, the flames firing from my core and spreading down my legs. I tip my hips back, taking more of him, wanting to feel his cock all the way to my center.

“Ah!” I cry out again, lightly biting the back of my hand while a cool breeze kisses my exposed skin.

Grady’s hands glide up around my body, cupping my breasts and giving them a squeeze as he continues to pound into me.

My body is overrun, those flames turning to sizzling electricity.

He grunts, obviously enjoying the ride as much as I am. His puffy breaths against my shoulder are magic, and when he moves back and starts working my G-spot with his glorious cock, I’m quickly sent over the edge, orgasming with riotous wails. He plunges back into me—a deep, long thrust—stretching out this mind-bending ride.

Yes. Yes. Yes!

I want him to come inside me. I want my body to do for him what his has done for me.

Moving my hips back, I meet each of his frantic thrusts, my lips curling into a smile when I glance over my shoulder in time to see him fully let go.

His mouth pops open, his face scrunching in perfect abandon as the high takes him out. Snatching my hips, he groans, his movements turning jerky and frantic as his fingers dig into my flesh and his cock fires off inside my body.

Closing my eyes, I groan right along with him, taking the full force of his final thrust—my body vibrating with it… with him.

Leaning forward, he secures our sweaty bodies together, holding my breasts and pressing his lips to my naked shoulder. He’s trembling, and I can feel his heart thundering against my back.

Finally, I sag against the tree, the electric storm running through my body starting to fade.

“Oh shit.” He puffs and pants, resting his forehead between my shoulder blades. “Shit. That was… That was…”