Page 11 of Hot Man

I undo my belt buckle quickly, pushing my pants down and exposing my aching cock to the air. With a hand still on her bare hip, I wrap my hand around my length and give myself a few quick pumps, groaning as I do. Then I press the tip against her opening, swiping it through her folds.

“Dax,” she whines, her hips wiggling. “Please.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” I promise her, slowly pressing my length into her slowly. “Just soak this moment up. Look at that view. This is our home, and it’s more beautiful with you living here.”

I groan, gripping her hips with one hand and holding onto my cock as I push inside with the other. Her wetness surrounds me, and I can feel each crevice of her perfect pussy. She contracts around me, already keyed up.

“I’m never going to get tired of the way you feel around my cock, Chloe,” I praise as I slowly begin thrusting into her. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Only for you,” she says, her fingers digging into the backrest of the bench as she braces herself against my thrusts. “You’re the only person that’s ever made me feel like this.”

I curse under my breath, leaning forward to brush my lips against the shell of her ear while I pick up the pace of my thrusts slightly. I pull her body against mine, my fingertips digging into her hips. It’s so good, so sweet, and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have her like this.

The pace I set is slow and indulgent. There isn’t any need to rush. I’ve never seen anyone else on this trail until today. Plus, if anyone does start walking up, I’ll hear them. The trail is covered in leaves and twigs. No one will be able to get here without alerting me of their presence.

“God, you have no idea what you mean to me,” I say to her, “Even when I didn’t know you, you were such an important part of my life.”

She whines in response, and it prompts me to keep going. I let one of my hands drift up under her shirt. I grab her breast over her bra, loving the way that her breath hitches at my touch. She’s so pliant against me, and I still can’t believe I got so lucky.

I still can’t believe that she had her eye on me before I knew who she was. When I saw her at the coffee shop, I was ready to chase her, to do anything to make her mine. She had already been doing that. Now I’m going to spend the rest of my life reciprocating her attention.

“I’ll chase you anywhere,” I tell her. “Now that I know you’ve been watching me, I’m not letting you get away.”

“Don’t let me get away,” she whimpers, pushing back against me. “I love you, Dax. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, wrapping my arms around her body.

I need to hold her close, I need to cherish her. I smile at the knowledge that I have the rest of our lives to show her how much I love her, how my obsession with her is enough to rival, if not surpass, her feelings for me. She was worried about my being scared of her, but maybe it should be the other way around.

My devotion for this divine woman knows no bounds. She took fate into her own hands and orchestrated our meeting. She is nothing short of a goddess to me. I will spend the rest of my life worshipping at her altar.

My thrusts get faster as I think of all the ways I want to pamper Chloe. I want to give her a child, watch her grow a life that’s half her and half me. I need to get a ring on her finger assoon as possible. I don’t want anyone looking at her and thinking they have a chance.

Truthfully, I want to keep her in my house, hidden away from the prying eyes of the public. I don’t think anyone is worthy of gazing upon her beauty. I’m not an irrational man, though. I’ll just take the proper precautions so everyone knows that Chloe is mine.

Beneath me, she sucks in a sharp breath before whining, “Right there, Dax. Right there.”

“Oh?” I ask, smirking at the way her pussy clenches around me. “I find your g-spot, Chloe?”

“Yes!” she exclaims as her back arches with ecstasy.

With her confirmation, I target that spot inside of her. She makes a delectable noise of delight, and I grit my teeth, growling at the effect the sound has on me. Everything she does turns me on, and now that I know what she sounds like, I’m not going to give her a moment's peace. I need her whimpers, moans, and whines more than I need food and water.

I’ve been starving my entire life, and I didn’t know it until now.

As I continue to drive into her, pushing her closer and closer to her climax, my own pleasure starts to build in my gut. It’s hot and all-consuming, a mixture of relief at finding her and dark hunger at learning that she’s been watching me. My girl inspires reactions in me that I’ve not felt before in my thirty-five years of life.

It seems like both of us can teach each other something.

I know she’s about to come before she says anything. Her mouth opens and a strangled sound escapes her lips. Her pussy pulses hard, and I feel another surge of wetness escaping her. Idecide to help her along, bringing a hand between her legs and rubbing her clit.

“Dax–” she starts, moaning as I give her unrelenting attention. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

“That’s it,” I say, encouraging her as her climax slams into her. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

I keep fucking Chloe through it, letting out a harsh breath as I try to hold on until her pleasure subsides. She feels heavenly around me, her lush wetness getting even tighter as her body climaxes. It isn’t just the way she feels around me that’s bringing me closer to the edge, though. The knowledge that I’m the one doing this to her, that I’m the only one who’s ever made her feel like this and the only one who ever will, makes my cock ache.

“Shit, Chloe,” I say as her climax starts to wane. She makes soft, needy noises as my thrusts get more wild. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Oh fuck–”

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