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It’s like something has snapped inside him. Whatever was holding him back has now broken.

With a low, guttural sound, he pushes me until my back is against a large tree. Then he lifts me by my bottom and stares at my face hotly for a few seconds until he tilts his head down and sucks hard on my neck.

I’ve wrapped my legs and my arms around him, off-balance and overwhelmed by the force of my need. I grind against him as much as I can in this position, clawing at his shirt, the back of his neck, his scalp through his messy hair.

It happens so fast I can barely process it. He reaches into my neckline and pulls one breast out of my tank top, taking the nipple into his mouth. Teasing and nipping until I’m whimpering loudly.

“Travis, please,” I gasp, squeezing his abdomen between my thighs. “I can’t wait. I need it now. Now!”

He lowers me back to the ground and works on the button and zipper of his jeans while I yank mine off all the way. Then he lifts me up again, fitting himself inside me as he does.

It’s not comfortable. At all. I’m wet but not as wet as usual, and he feels bigger than I remember. The bark of the tree claws at my back through my shirt, and my bare skin beneath it gets all scratched up. I feel like I’m barely hanging on. He’s completely in control of my body.

But I need it.

I need him.

He fucks me like that against the tree, his hips pumping hard and fast. He’s barely pulling out. He can’t in this position. But he’s pushing like his life depends on it, and his mouth is only a breath away from mine.

His eyes are just as desperately needy as the clench in my heart.

He’s grunting as he takes me. Loud. Primitive.

I’m grunting too. Just wordless, helpless sounds. I can barely recognize my own voice.

The sensations intensify until my eyes blur, my throat closes. I hadn’t expected to come, but I do. In a hard rush, shaking through the release.

He makes a weird sound in his throat as he rolls his hips. My inner muscles have clamped down around him, and his face contorts in response.

He’s going to come. I suddenly realize he’s about to. He’s lost control completely.

He’s not pulling out.

Part of me doesn’t want him to.

It sounds and looks like he’s in pain when he suddenly yanks back his hips, letting his erection slip out of me before he pushes again, his shaft now trapped between our bodies.

I squeeze hard with my legs, and he rocks against me as he comes with a hoarse bellow.

He holds me against the tree for a long time, panting against my neck.

I can’t let him go.

I don’t want to.

Finally he takes a step back and gently lowers my feet to the ground. My knees buckle. I cling to him for support, and he keeps his arms around me.

“Y’okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. You?”

“I’m okay too.” He sighs and loosens his arms, his eyes running up and down my body. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I can stand on my own now, so I reach down for my jeans and panties on the ground. I give him a wobbly smile. “I didn’t know you could really do it standing up.”

His face has relaxed. He’s flushed and sweating with a little dirt smeared on one side of his jaw. “Course we can. Just kinda hard on the back.” He winces as he rubs his lower back.

“You’re telling me.” I glance behind me as I zip up my jeans. “That bark is painful on the skin.”

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