Chapter 481: I Want You, Momma!

"Jaegar," she breathed, her voice a shaky whisper lost in the rustling leaves above. It was meant as a protest, a final, feeble anchor to sanity.

It came out as a plea.

"You know we can’t be doing this here," she murmured, the edge of a smile playing on her lips.

"Then stop me," he whispered.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips tracing a searing path up to her ear.

"You’ve been giving me these glances, Momma," he murmured, his voice a dark velvet that vibrated straight through her core.

"From the morning, during lunch, in the town’s streets. I can feel your eyes on me. Don’t pretend you didn’t."

His words shattered the last of her resistance.

He was right.

She had.

The feeling of wanting to be close to him, touch him, and feel his strong hands on her—all the feelings she’d foolishly thought she could contain.

He turned her in his arms, his grip firm yet impossibly gentle.

Her back pressed against the tree once more, but now she could see him. His eyes, usually bright with laughter, were dark with a hunger that stole her breath.

He didn’t wait for a reply.

He simply lowered his mouth to hers.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss.

It was filled with hunger, hunger that he had been starving for for more than a day now.

His lips were demanding, parting hers with an urgency that made her knees weak. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting of mint and wild magic and pure, unadulterated lust.

Mmmmhh!!!

A moan escaped her, swallowed whole by his kiss.

Her hands, which had been pressed against his chest in a token show of defiance, slid upwards, her fingers tangling in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck. She pulled him closer, surrendering to the inevitable, glorious descent.

His hands were everywhere at once, mapping the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the delicate arch of her back. He found the zipper at the side of her dress and tugged it down with a sharp, decisive pull. The fabric sighed open, and the cool afternoon air kissed her feverish skin. He broke the kiss, his eyes drinking her in as he pushed the dress from her shoulders, letting it puddle at her feet on the soft moss.

She stood before him in only her simple lace knickers, her breasts bare and peaked in the dappled light.

His gaze was a physical caress, so intense it made her shiver.

"So beautiful," he growled, his voice thick with want. He cupped one breast, his thumb brushing over the taut peak, and a bolt of pure lightning shot through her. Her head fell back against the tree with a soft thud, a gasp tearing from her lips.

He lowered his head, his mouth replacing his hand, and she cried out as his hot, wet tongue circled her nipple before drawing it deep into his mouth.

The sensation was unbearable, exquisite.

His free hand slid down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her knickers. She was drenched for him, her arousal a slick, eager welcome.

"Jaegar, please," she begged, her hips arching against his seeking fingers.

"Please what, Momma?" he teased, his voice a dark whisper against her breast.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you. All of you. Now."

That was all the permission he needed.

With a groan, he hooked his fingers into her knickers and tore them from her body, the delicate lace giving way with a soft rip.

He fumbled with the fastening of his trousers, his movements frantic.

She reached down to help him, her fingers brushing against the hard, thick length of him straining against the fabric.

The feel of him, so hot and eager in her hand, made her pulse skyrocket.

He kicked his own clothes aside, and then he was there, naked and glorious, pressing against her. The rough bark scraped at her back, a sharp counterpoint to the smooth, hard planes of his chest. He lifted her, his hands gripping her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to him.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against her slick folds. He held her gaze, his eyes locking with hers.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with strain. "I want to see you when I take you."

And then he was pushing inside.

It was a slow, exquisite invasion that stole the air from her lungs.

He filled her completely, stretching her, claiming her in a way that felt fated, inevitable.

AHHH!!! Mmmmhhh!

A choked sob of pleasure escaped her as he buried himself to the hilt, pausing for a moment that stretched into eternity, their bodies fused together, his forehead resting against hers.

Then he began to move.

Every stroke was deliberate, sending her close to the edge of ecstasy.

She clung to him, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being consumed by him completely.

He set a relentless, powerful rhythm, driving into her with long, deep strokes that made her see stars. Each thrust rocked her body against the tree, the bark a rough caress against her skin, the leaves shivering above them in sympathy.

She clung to him, her nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, her cries echoing in the quiet countryside.

Ahh! Ahu!! Mhhh!!!

The coil of pleasure tightened deep within her, winding tighter and tighter with every snap of his hips. She could feel his own control fraying, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her ear.

"Come for me, Momma," he grunted, his pace becoming even more frantic, more desperate. "I need to feel you come around my cock."

His words, so raw and filthy, were the final trigger.

He began rapidly humping his hips into her, rocking her world.

The silent roads filled with their moans of pleasure, and the descending sun gave way for their secret rendezvous to continue under the cover of darkness.

Her climax ripped through her with the force of a breaking wave, a silent scream on her lips as her entire world shattered into a million points of blinding light. Her inner muscles clenched around him, milking him, pulling him deeper still.