I try to raise the binoculars to my eyes, but I can’t bring myself to focus on my target. For a few seconds, I even forget what the hell I’m supposed to be looking for out there, and my gaze just passes around the area listlessly.
I want her. I want to claim her.
The words in my mind are loud and clear, and I feel them welling up inside me like an irresistible storm. After every boss I’ve had to beat back, after every institution I’ve had to rebel against, after everything I’ve fought for, I’ve never felt a drive in me as strong as how much I want to bend Cherry LaBeau over the log we’re sitting on and fuck her until she can’t think of anything else. The feeling of her cunt around my manhood is still fresh in my mind, her breath on my neck, my hand on her ass.
She glances back and catches me gazing at her sidelong, and a smile plays across her face. “What’s that look for?”
Her voice is playful, and so is my smile. “You’re something else, Cherry.”
She blinks and tilts her head to the side, those irresistibly glittering eyes of hers daring me to push a little further, ask a little more. “Oh yeah?”
“One second you’re hiding out with the locals with me, the next minute you’re accusing me of murder, and the next you’re following me up to some mysterious hilltop to spy on goons in the moonlight.”
One of her fingers is twirling around a lock of her crimson hair, and she finally lets the question I know she’s been holding in all night spill out. “Is that really why you took me all the way up here, now?”
“Yeah,” I say, my voice husky. “I don’t think a self-respecting journalist would follow the most feared man in town around all week without a damn solid reason.”
“Do I have a good reason?” she say in a near-whisper.
“You tell me,” I growl, and my hand moves to her hip, the other sliding into her hair as I loom over her and press my lips hard against her.
Tonight, she’s mine.
I’m at least a head taller than her, and she can feel it as I hug her tight into me, my hand gripping her sleeve as she lets out a stifled groan into my kiss, her arms wrapping around my rock-hard abdomen.
“What the fuck were you thinking,” I growl between kisses as our lips part, “coming back into my life like this?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” she says back, swinging one leg over the log and pulling herself further into me.
My hands are all over her, exploring her body voraciously, and hers are fumbling across my muscles with as much desire, every second we’d spent together these past few days since the last time we fucked spilling over. We’re finally alone. Finally uninhibited. And I’m not going to waste a second of it.
Our seat becomes inconvenient, so I slide a knee to the ground, pulling her down with me and holding her up over me to cushion the fall. She nearly collapses atop me, and she just lets out a whimper of desire as I pull her close into me again, my hands grabbing her ass hard as I grind up against her.
My mouth is at her neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh with renewed energy. My hardened cock bulges in my pants, desperate to get out. Desperate for Cherry.
It doesn’t take long for me to work her blouse off, and as it falls to the ground, her fingers are already fumbling to unhook her bra for fear that I’d rip the damn thing off. She can sense my hunger for her, and all she wants is to goad it on — to be utterly taken.
Her bra falls aside and her breasts spill out. In an instant, I sit up, sliding my jacket off, and I have to work my t-shirt off between her groping at me desperately. I toss the jacket and the shirt to the ground and push Cherry onto it, using it to pad her against the dirt. It might be disrespectful to the patch, but to me, she’s worth it. And the only one who’d dare question me over it is putting her lips to my neck, wrapping herself around me.
She’s already kicked off her shoes, and I work her pants down with ease, her hips twisting to help get them off faster. She’s not wearing underwear. A grin spreads across my face as she lets herself lie there, totally exposed to me, practically panting for me to pierce her.
“Not yet,” I say, “I’ve got something else in mind for you.”
I bring my face down to her waiting, needy cunt and drag my tongue across her slit, slow and deep, and she lets out a long moan as her hands grip my head, getting a fistful of my hair as she presses herself up into me. Her taste is strong and it’s driving me fucking wild.
My tongue wastes no time in starting to stroke her rhythmically, and Cherry is gasping with each stroke. The stubble of my beard brushes against her skin as I move up and down, the tip of my tongue venturing deep inside her before playing around the outer edges of her pussy. I can feel her insides electrifying at its touch, her muscles tightening and her hips twitching as I explore her. Then my tongue moves up to her clit, and her knees jerk up as it strikes it relentlessly, swirling around the sensitive spot at the crown of her cunt.