I unsnapped my jeans and stepped behind her, yanking down my zipper. My cock sprang free, eager to be inside Lacey. “You’ll take my dick, Baby. Every hard inch. And I want you to scream when you come. Wake the fucking dead with that orgasm. You hear me?”
She did.
I gave her no warning before I slammed inside her tight, wet heat, holding onto her hips as I began to pump hard. Her cries seemed to echo in the stillness. Just the idea that we were fucking like this sent a thrill through me.
The slapping of our flesh could be heard as we rutted against each other, driving our need higher. I could feel the arousal building and us both heading toward a wild release.
Knowing it would send her over the edge, I let the shadows hold onto her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide as I fucked her. A shiver ghosted my spine as dark, sultry laughter filled my head.
Yes, let’s fuck her. Hard.
And I did. More than once. All fucking night.
We didn’t leave that cemetery for hours.
