“Good. Now, will you stay still for me? I need you to say it, Lily.”
“Y-yes, I will.”
“Good girl.”
I pull up the T-shirt, up her thighs and over her hip, and bare her pussy to the sunlight. Watch the pretty blush creep up her satin-smooth skin. I keep dragging up the shirt until it rests just beneath her chin, exposing her mouthwatering tits to the air and sun. To my hungry, grateful gaze.
Her eyes dart frantically between my face, my hand, and my axe.
I clutch her thigh to hold her still.
Then I grip the throat of my axe.
I turn it so the sharp end is facing me, and my petal gasps when I drag the blunt head of the axe between her folds, cold metal sliding against her heat, my gaze locked on her face as she writhes.
Her head drops back an inch, and her mouth gapes as she’s swallowed in frantic pleasure. “Oh…oh! Oh…God!”
“Look at you,” I rasp, pressing harder, grinding the weight of it slow against her slit, groaning at the slick sounds it makes. “Already so wet I could split wood with your slick alone. Tell me, flower…did you like watching me chop?”
Her eyes widen, and her lips tremble as her whole body shakes. “I?—”
“Say it,” I demand, pushing the axe head firmer, circling her clit while her thighs tremble.
“Oh God. Yes,” she breathes, blushing fiery red. “I like it. I like watching you. You’re so big and it…it was so…so hot.”
A savage grin cuts across my face. “Knew it. My little voyeur. You sit there on that blanket pretending you’re innocent, but you get hot watching me swing, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flame brighter, her hips jerking as my thumb joins the steel, rubbing her swollen clit in tight, merciless circles. “Y-yes…oh God, yes.”
“Then don’t hide it. Give it to me.” I lower my mouth close to her ear, voice rough. “I want to hear what it does to you. Every gasp, every whimper. You don’t keep your pleasure quiet on my mountain.”
She cries out as the pressure builds, her thighs bunching in the blanket, her head tipping back as she rolls her hips faster.
“That’s it,” I growl, pushing the cold steel lower, dragging it up through her folds as I work her with my thumb. “Fuck my axe, petal. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
Her voice breaks. “You’re—ah—you’re making me—It’s so dirty! So wrong!”
“And yet, look at you, gushing all over it. Give me more, baby. What else are you feeling? Say it.”
“You’re going to…to make me come all over it!” she screams, body shuddering as she convulses around nothing, her release wetting the axe and my fingers alike.
I snarl with satisfaction, holding her open, watching her come undone in the sunlight, raw and perfect. “That’s my petal. Loud, messy, mine. And don’t you ever forget, there’s no one here but us. My mountain, my trees, you and your pleasure. All of it belongs to me.”
I think she’s about to collapse under the weight of that release.
Instead, she rises off the blanket. I just have enough time to toss the axe away before she throws herself into my arms.
She presses her lips to mine. Soft. Feisty.Sweet.
I freeze.
Then I devour.
My tongue plunges past her lips, claiming, demanding. Her whimper vibrates in my mouth, and I haul her onto my lap, crushing her to me.
Fuck, she’s so small her thighs barely wrap my waist.
My hands span her entire back, her hips fitting in my palms like they were carved to be there.
