I was the one still fully clothed, but Celine was in control.
I savored the sweet taste of her skin and the syrup my trees and hard work had produced, working my way to her clit. It turned me on more than I’d expected.
“Josh, I need you.” She moaned. “I want you inside me.”
“I don’t have a condom.” I looked up at her from between her legs. She was wet and sticky, and those pink nipples I loved so much were rock hard.
“I don’t care. Just fuck me.”
I froze. I couldn’t. We couldn’t.
“Just pull out. Please,” she begged.
I shouldn’t. I should get her off like a gentleman and ignore the base need inside me to fuck her senseless. To feel her come on my cock and then give her more.
She sat up and glared at me. “Joshua Lawrence. Get that fat cock out and fuck me now.”
Without hesitation, I pulled my pants down far enough to free myself. Then I gripped her thighs and spread her wide.
“Now,” she begged, shaking with need, her tits bouncing.
I bent down and licked her nipples again, savoring the maple taste.
As I slid inside her, I was certain I’d died. That this was heaven. She was so hot and wet and soft. Already gripping me hard. Every thrust felt more intense than the last.
I plunged into her, long and deep, pushing her thighs even wider.
“So good,” I growled. “Take me deep.”
“More syrup,” she begged. “It makes me feel so dirty.”
I held the bottle above her and haphazardly tipped it, coating her chest and abdomen. The liquid ran quickly, some of it soaking into my clothes.
I bit her nipples, licking and sucking, relishing the sticky mess.
“Yes,” she cried. “It feels so good.”
This was bliss. I’d lost all control. Fucking her fast and hard, playing with her tits and thanking every higher power for bringing this woman into my life.
“I want to taste some,” she breathed.
I tipped the bottle back again, and it spilled across her lips, dripping down her chin.
She licked her lips and thew her head back, clenching around me. “Yes. I’m close.”
Fuck. If I wasn’t careful, I’d go off the deep end before her. But my resolve was lesseningby the minute.
“Good,” I gritted out. Focusing on her face. “I need you to come.”
“It feels so good with nothing between us. I can feel every inch of you. Filling me up.”
As if I needed another reminder. “Yes.” Fuck, I couldn’t control this. But I didn’t want to disappoint her.
“Take it,” I growled. “I can feel you gripping me. Come for me. Show me what a good girl you are. Getting fucked in the barn, covered in syrup.”
She moaned and threw her head back, shaking as I fucked her. Her pussy squeezed the life out of me while I clenched every muscle in my body to keep from coming.
She whimpered and gasped as I begged my body to cooperate, to let her have this moment. She moaned and shook, her orgasm cresting.