Page 55 of Deprived No More

Kat,

I need you to wait here, behind the tree. As if you are hiding from me. As I approach, move to the front of the tree facing me, with your back to it. Again, no words.

Trust me.

I love you,

Nick

My heart feels like it will thump right out of my chest. Apparently, he has Rihanna on a loop, as the same song has begun again. I wipe my sweaty palms on my dress and move to stand behind the tree, awaiting his arrival.Why am I so nervous?

I can almost feel his presence before I see him.Holy hell.How had I become accustomed to how handsome my husband was? He’s wearing black from head to toe. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen him wear this before.Have I?It feels familiar, but I should remember him looking this hot. His sleeves are rolled up, and his sexy forearms are practically making me drool. It’s almost more than his physical appearance. It’s the raw hunger in his eyes.

He stalks toward me like a predator, his stare penetrating. My mouth feels dry as he gets closer. As I stand as he directed, my back flat against the tree’s rough bark, Nick comes closer, caging me in with his hands on either side of my head. God, he smells good.Does he always smell this good?

Out of the blue, his mouth is on mine, kissing me with a heat intense enough to leave second-degree burns on my lips and tongue. I start to wrap my arms around his neck, but he pins my hands to the tree as he nips and tugs on my lower lip. I almost moan his name until I remember his directive: no words.

My head feels like it’s spinning. Just then, he reaches for the top of my dress, lowering it to expose my bra. A moan escapes him as he lowers the lacy cups to expose my breasts. He drops his face to my chest, kissing and nuzzling. I’m so aroused my nipples have turned to tight peaks which he wastes no time sucking into his mouth.

Suddenly, Nick drops to his knees, opening the slit of my dress and lifting it to expose my black lace thigh highs. A delicious groan escapes his lips just as my panties are ripped off.God, I barely got to wear them thirty minutes.He teases my opening with his fingers just before doing the same with his nose. I start to spread my legs a little in anticipation when he mutters, “Turn around, Kat.”

Looking down in confusion, he just stares at me. I don’t understand but decide to simply comply. Facing the tree, I get confused when I realize nothing’s happening beyond that same song continuing to play, so I look over my shoulder to find him rubbing his cock through his pants. He can sense my apprehension. “Put your hands flat on the tree, bend down, and wiggle your ass back and forth for me.”

What?

“Do it,” he growls.

My hands are shaking as I splay them against the rough bark and take a few steps back to allow me to bend for him.

He steps forward momentarily and lifts my dress over my hips, revealing my bare backside to him. I’m so exposed but feeling incredibly stimulated by this entire scenario. “Sway your hips for me. Like you’re inviting me to fuck you,” he says in a voice so deep I barely recognize it.

Following his directions, I do as he asks, looking over my shoulder to calm my nerves. His right hand is lowering his zipper, and my mouth begins to water. My eyes connect with his, and he quietly says, “Turn your head toward the tree.”

Doing as he asks, I lean forward further still as his hand presses into the center of my back. I’m bent at a ninety-degree angle before his hand connects with my hip, pulling my bottom toward him.

“Is this what you want?” His voice is thick and raspy. So unlike the Nick, I know. “You can answer me this one time, Kat,” he whispers.

“Yes,” I respond. God, and I do.

I can’t help but look back over my shoulder at him. I’m so worked up. He’s stroking his thick cock in the moonlight, his pants only partially removed. He retracts his other hand from his pocket, and I see… what?Is that a condom?Now I’m really confused. We haven’t needed those since I lost my ovary. My eyes flick back up to him at a loss, and he spins his finger in a circle directing me to turn back toward the tree.

His hand trails up the exposed skin of my back just before he grabs ahold of my braid and tugs. Instantly, I feel his cock gliding up and down my wet pussy. Jeez, he’s making me feel desperate. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

“Are you ready?” he whispers against my neck. “Nod, yes, for me.”

I do as he’s asked and nod, my throat so dry in anticipation that I can barely take much more.

“Because I’m about to give you some naughty, Kat,” he growls right before he slams the full length of his hard cock into me.

“Oh, god,” I shout.

“Yes,” he hisses. As he pumps wildly into me, a tidal wave of emotion hits.

The déjà vu is back, and I’m acutely aware of what’s happening.It’s his birthday. It’s his birthday.

“Your sweet pussy is squeezing me like a fist. I’m never going to last,” he says as he fucks me with a ferocity the likes I’ve never felt. My sex begins to clench around him, the sensation of his balls slapping against my wet skin almost pushing me over the edge. I feel another tight pull against my braid right before he moves his hand down to rub circles around my sensitive clit. My fingers are digging into the tree, trying not to fall over as waves of sensation pull me under.

“Oh, god, Nick,” I cry out as I begin to spasm around his cock.

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