Page 52 of Trustfall

He doesn’t waste a second, as he snaps his hips back and shoves in again. He does it two times. Three. Going deeper each time until he hits that sensitive spot inside me.

“Don’t stop,” I sob. “Please don’t stop.”

“Shhh, baby. I won’t. I promise.”

He picks up his pace, ramming into me with brutal thrusts now.

So much for going slow.

But I don’t want slow. Not really.

I want this—fast and urgent and hard. We’re both sweating, his forehead glistening, my hair sticking to my face. There’s something so primal and taboo about what we’re doing. Fucking outside in the open where anyone could catch us. I know Luke’s public display at the bar embarrassed me, but that was after the fact, when self-doubt crept in. Right now, the thought of being in the middle of nature, getting savagely fucked, makes me even wetter.

A buzz starts low in my belly, spreading down to my core. Shit, I’m gonna come. I don’t want this to be over yet. Luke must read my mind because he suddenly slows before pulling out completely. My core aches at the loss, but then he flips me over in one swift motion and drags me down the blanket. He pulls up my hips and pushes my head down gently before shoving back into me. He keeps going at me from behind, and the sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoes throughout the wall of trees on either side of us. Between the rhythmic slaps and our errant pants and moans, if anyone is close to the summit, they can probably hear a symphony of sex noises.

I don’t give a shit.

Warmth starts spreading throughout my body again, making my head buzz, and I know I’m close. Luke must sense it as well. He reaches down and flicks my clit. At the same time, I feel pressure on my belly, and that’s all it takes for me to explode. My muscles spasm around him and my core tingles with my release, but I feel more than just the internal pleasure. I feel something physically pour out of me. Did Luke just come inside me? I know I saw him put a condom on. I don’t get another second to think about it because he suddenly tenses, his cock swelling and pulsing inside me. And then he roars out his release, and I feel something warm spilling into the condom.

He is wearing one.

What the fuck?

Luke flops over to lie on his back, his breathing labored, still coming down from his orgasm. “Fuck, Emory,” he gasps. “That was better than I could have ever imagined.” He looks over at me and notices the concerned look on my face.

“Em,” he questions. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all. That was amazing. But…do you think the condom could have broken?”

“I don’t think so…” he says cautiously. “Why?”

“Never mind. It’s stupid.” I wave him off.

“Emory. If you have a concern, you have to tell me.”

“Okay, okay,” I relent. “I felt…something spurt out of me. I think some cum got inside me or something. I just…I’m not on birth control or anything.”

Luke immediately breaks out into an ear-splitting grin. He doesn’t even look like he could contain it if he wanted to. His eyes dance with utter amusement, and I feel a sudden urge to wipe that stupid smile off his face. How dare he smile at me when I’m freaking out here.

“Baby,” he leans forward to take my hand, but I snatch it out of his reach.

“Don’tbabyme. You’re making fun of me,” I sputter.

“I’m not, I swear.” He tries to keep a straight face but fails miserably, giving in to a guttural laugh. He’s almost wheezing.

“Listen, baby,” he says, trying to suppress the laugh again.

“No. Screw you! I was honest like you said and you’re fucking laughing at me.” I grab my underwear, pull it on, and go to stand, but he pulls me back down to the blanket, wrapping his strong arms around my chest.

“Emory. Baby. You squirted.”

“I what?

“You squirted all over my dick, and it was the hottest fucking thing I have ever felt in my life. It made me come so damn hard.”

Oh, shit.

I’ve never done that in my entire life. I didn’t even think my body was capable of doing that.

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