He didn’t make me wait.
The second the words left my mouth—“f**k me”—his eyes flashed dark and hungry in the dim light. He hauled me up from my knees by my arms, spinning me around so fast my head spun. My hands landed on the stack of Fraser firs in front of us, the fresh branches soft but prickly under my palms. The sharp scent of pine filled my nose as he pressed against my back, his thick c**k hot and slick from my mouth sliding along the crease of my jeans.
“Get these off,” he growled in my ear, voice rough as gravel. His big hands were already yanking at my belt, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down my thighs along with my soaked panties. The cold night air hit my bare p***y like a shock, making me gasp, but then his fingers were there—two thick ones sliding through my drippin
