“Yes! Oh! Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop, princess. Not until you come on my cock.” He reaches for my hands, trapping them above my head. “I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy until you scream my name.”
The world dissolves until there’s nothing but Wyatt’s eyes burning into me. My heels dig into his back, my core throbbing around his hardness as we rut like animals on the forest floor. I can’t hold on much longer, and suddenly Wyatt’s voice sounds in my ear, rough and urgent.
“You’re. Mine. Princess.” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust. “All mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, my body trembling. “I’m yours.”
Then the world explodes, and I scream his name, pleasure flooding me from head to toe as I come. I writhe beneath him, shuddering around his cock, sobbing as my orgasm crashes over me in intense waves.
His…I think dazedly to myself.
I’m all his.
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WYATT
My heart threatensto burst as I watch Isabelle come undone for me, her plump lips falling open as she screams my name. Her slick walls clamp tight around my cock, and I bite back a moan, keeping my gaze on her angelic face.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
How did I get so lucky?
I don’t let up. I keep fucking her, invading her tight heat until I feel my control start to slip. “Fuck, princess, I’m gonna come.”
Those big amber eyes blink up at me, glazed with lust as I finally give in to my orgasm. Heat pulses through my cock, hot strings of cum spurting inside Isabelle’s tight pussy until I’m spent and panting. I collapse beside her on the ground and loop my arms around her naked body. The sky is darkening fast now, a swarm of fireflies dancing across the lake as Isabelle and I hold each other, coming back to ourselves.
“That was perfect,” I say eventually. “You were amazing.”
She hums with contentment, running a soft hand through my hair. “You were amazing, too…but we might have to do it again, just so I can be sure.”
I choke out a laugh, pressing a kiss against Isabelle’s soft cheek. “You’ll be the death of me, Pixie. Come on, let’s get you inside.”
The temperature is dropping as night draws closer, and I help Isabelle up off the ground. She reaches down to grab our discarded clothes, and then I scoop her into my arms, carrying her back to the cabin. She dumps the clothes on the couch before we head into my bedroom, heat pumping in my veins as I set her down on the bed, my gaze roaming her curves.
Fuck.
She’s a work of art—from her plump breasts to her soft belly—and my cock stirs once more, all my blood rushing downward.
“Ready for more, princess?” I ask, climbing onto the bed.
Her cheeks blush, eyes turning molten as she says, “I’m ready.”
And then I’m inside her again, our hands grabbing at each other, bodies moving in time as the world melts away to nothing.
I wakeup slowly the next morning, blinking sleep from my eyes. It takes me a second to register the unfamiliar warmth beside me, and I roll over to look at Isabelle, my chest pounding as memories of last night come rushing back. The two of us making love on the forest floor…then in my bed…on the couch…in the shower…it was nearly three in the morning by the time we finally collapsed into bed.
I turn my head, checking the time on my alarm clock, shocked to see it’s after midday. I haven’t woken up this late since I was a teenager.
But fuck, last night was worth it.
I watch Isabelle sleep for a few minutes, listening to her soft snores. Her short hair is wild and mussed, her mouth open slightly as her chest rises and falls beneath the covers. She looks so damn adorable. I could stay here for hours just looking at her, but I finally force myself out of bed, pulling on a fresh flannel shirt and some dark sweatpants before padding into the kitchen to make a strong coffee. I’ve just taken my first sip when a loud knock sounds on the front door.
“Wyatt? Open up!”
My stomach drops. It’s Holden.
