Page 128 of The Darkest Hour

The mud began to puddle and as I slammed my cock harder into her needy pussy, the mud squelched and sloshed beneath us, splattering on our bodies.

And we didn’t care.

We could have drowned in this rain-drenched mud, in this desire. Our bodies moved together in a primal dance that was as old as the dirt on this island, as natural as the rain that fell around us.

Did the animals watch us fuck?

Did the birds or even the squirrels in the tree branches get turned on by the sight?

Did they want to fuck too?

If they did, I hoped they got themselves off.

Let us all orgasm in the rain.

“Oh God.” She moaned beneath me, and the sound was a sweet, erotically intoxicating melody that made me want to push her to the edge and watch her completely fall.

I reached down, my fingers finding the place where our bodies joined, where she was wet and hot and trembling with need. I teased her with my dirty fingers, circling that sensitive, pulsing clit.

“Oh! Oh!” Her pussy tightened around me. Her breath hitched as she climbed higher and higher toward an orgasm.

I growled, and then my voice cut through the thundering sound of the storm. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” Her body trembled from my cock. “I want you, Havoc.”

Her plea sent a shiver of satisfaction through me, and I quickened my pace, driving into her with a force that matched the intensity of the storm, of the emotions that churned within my very soul.

I was relentless, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until she was crying out.

And then I pulled out my cock again to tease her.

“Oh no! Come back!”

I gazed down at her. “You want this cock?”

“Yes, please!”

“Beg for it.”

“Please. Please.”

“Yell for it.”

“Please! Now! Give me your cock!”

“But can you handle it?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Your pussy likes it?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t thrust or slam my cock into her.

I crashed it into her pussy, wanting to not only make her feel it, but make that pussy ache and her body tremble from the impact.

Lightening flashed.

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