Page 112 of Serpentine

“What, Bambi? What do you need?” I tease, cupping her face in my hand and kissing her softly, only to pull back, trailing my tongue behind my lips.

She opens her heady eyes. “Where are we?” she asks, finally realizing we’re on what she thinks is someone’s porch.

“Our cabin. Mine and Miles’s. Now, don’t change the subject. Tell me what you need.”

She shakes her head, hopping off the side of the porch. “Tell me what you need.”

I turn her around, bending her slightly over the railing. “You don’t want to know what I need, Bambi.”

She turns her face towards me. “Yes, I do.”

“Is that so?” I ask, my hand slithering around her throat, holding her and feeling her pulse beneath my hand. It gives me the power I need right now.

“Tell me,” she begs, and I feel her pleading through my palm.

“I want to use you. No, fuck that. I need to use you. For you to be my dirty little girl while I fuck some of this buzzing out of my system. I don’t need your pretty words and comfort as much as they’re appreciated, Aella. I need to fuck you until I’m calm. I fucking need you!”

Her hands are moving before I register their movement. She shimmies her pants down to her ankles, along with her panties. Her ass presses into my dick as she offers herself to me.

“Take what you need,” she pants, and I step back to look at the vision of Aella in her riding boots—her pants and panties around her ankles—pussy glistening as she bends over the railing I built myself.

I dreamed of bringing someone here for years, but then, who would ever fuck a freak?

Now, in one day, I find out I’m not a fucking freak, and I’m going to fuck the woman I love here.

“I can’t be gentle.” My words are strangled as I work my dick out of my pants.

“I don’t care!” she moans out as I shove inside her tight cunt.

“Fuck, Bambi, you grip me so fucking good. Bend over the railing… There’s a good girl. God, you look so fucking good bent over for me. Fuck, you feel good.”

My words are gruff, and my thrusts are, too.

My dick glides through her pussy like it was molded just to fit her body. Who knows if it wasn’t? No one knows how the universe works. Especially not me.

“Brax, holy shit…” Her hand finds her clit, as if she knows I won’t last long enough to give her time to finish with me.

But she doesn’t realize she’ll always come first even though I need this.

Fucking. Always.

A cry of pleasure rips from her throat, and my eyes cross as I let go and shoot my load into her pussy.

“Fuck, Bambi.”

We stay connected—her bent over, my dick inside her—for what seems like forever before I slip out of her.

She turns and eyes me, a blissful look on her face.

“Are you alright?” she asks.

After the way I just fucked her, I should ask her. Shit, I should check her for splinters. She’s amazing.

I nod, stuffing my dick back in my pants. “I’m fine. Are you okay?”

She smirks, bending over for her pants. “That was… God, I have no words.”

She moves towards me, and one knee buckles. I laugh and capture her, kissing her softly. Finally, the buzzing beneath my skin has calmed, and I slip my tongue inside her mouth, thanking her for what I can give her. Right now, words aren’t available.