His Everything (Not Just Friends 2)

“I’m going to fuck you so hard and thoroughly you won’t be able to walk straight, Poppy.”

“Good,” she said in response, saw his nostrils flare for a second, and then he was moving his hands away and unbuttoning his jeans frantically. He pulled his dick out through the fly of his jeans and boxers, stroked himself, and moved closer. He grabbed a condom from his wallet in a move so fast she barely blinked before she saw him rolling the latex down. She didn’t want that blocking this though, didn’t want anything between them.

He came closer, but she placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. Reaching down, not speaking, but holding his gaze with hers, she pulled the condom off of his hard cock and let it fall to the ground by her feet.

“Lauren?” he said, his voice shaking, deep, aroused.

“I’m on the pill for my periods, and I trust you. I don’t want anything between us.”

His nostrils flared again. “I’m clean, baby, and fucking hell I want that, too.”

He moved closer to her, gripped her under the ass, and lifted her. He pressed her back to the bark, and she hissed out in pleasure and pain at the rough texture.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, his mouth by her ear, his now bare cock moving against her belly.

“I am more than okay.”

He pulled back and looked at her face.

“I like that little sting of pain.”

Had she really just said that? God, she had.

“Fuck,” he said on a groan and kissed her hard, possessively. He used his body to spread her legs wide, and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist for stability. Arms wrapped around his neck, and hands gripping the short strands of his hair, Lauren let her head fall back on the tree and closed her eyes.

He kissed her, long and deep, and she was about to push him away and complain that she was done with the foreplay, with the teasing. She wanted more action, wanted to feel the hardness of his body against the softness of hers, thrusting into her, claiming her, right by these people.

She’d never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but here she was, so wet by the thought people could walk around the tree and see them. She didn’t want to stop until they were both sated, out of breath, and she was sore between her thighs.

The dominance that poured from him was like a second entity, and made her feel so inexperienced, so submissive. He could do whatever he wanted to her, could touch her, dominate her, and control her until she couldn’t stand, let alone think straight, and it would be all because she wanted that, needed it.

He had his shirt on, and still had his pants on. The only piece of him that was exposed was his huge, monstrous cock, and soon that would be between her thighs and filling her to the point of pain. She was thick, had curves that probably left other girls feeling self-conscious, but while Ace held her, supported her weight, he made her feel small and petite. He always made her feel so feminine.

“You’re mine, Poppy. Only mine.” He growled out those words.

“Yes, I am yours, Ace.” She wanted to submit to him, wanted to be helpless and at his mercy.

Ace dipped his gaze to her chest. Her breasts were big because she was a larger sized woman. The bottom of the mounds spilled out the bottom of the underwire, and she stared at Ace as he stared at the flesh that was exposed. “God. You’re so damn gorgeous, Lauren baby.”

She loved how he said her name, loved the way it made her feel and had her pulse increasing. The cool air brushed along her chest, and her nipples hardened even further to the point they ached.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He sounded guttural and harsh, and she had a hard time keeping her eyes open.

“I’ve been ready for you my whole life, Ace.”

He froze, his body tense against hers. “I am so fucking in love with you, Poppy.”

She leaned forward and kissed him. “Then show me.”

He groaned, dipped his head, and ran his tongue along her top and bottom lip until she was a quivering mess. He then took one of her hands and placed it right over his hard dick. Her mouth dried further. Ace was a big man, and his cock was no different.

“You see what you do to me?” He wasn’t kissing her any longer, but he still had his mouth pressed to her hers, and every word that he said caused his lips to move along hers. “I am so fucking hard for you, baby.” He panted against her mouth. “The saying ‘could drive nails through steel’ is pretty fucking accurate of my condition right now.” He thrust into her grasp, and she moaned. She felt pre-cum line the tip of his dick, smeared it around the crown with her thumb, and loved that he clenched his jaw in response.