I could feel my cock hard against her as I pinned her against the tree.

“I want you,” she said simply.

I smirked at her. “I know you do.”

And then I kissed her. I kissed her hard, my lips pressing against hers, starving for this moment. It felt like this was the first time we’d been alone since that night we were almost killed, even though we’d been alone a few times since then. This was the first time it felt like she was really with me and not worried about something else.

Or more that it felt like this was the first time I was really with her. My mind had been everywhere but Bryce. Not in this moment, though. I wasn’t letting this moment pass me by.

I pulled her hips against me harder as I kissed her, my tongue and lips working against hers. I ran my hands down her body and slowly found the button of her jeans. I unfastened it and pulled her zipper down. I began to kiss her neck.

“Right here?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” She gasped as I slowly pushed my right hand down her panties. She was dripping wet, absolutely soaked. I smiled to myself.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you right here in this forest.”

“I need it,” she whispered.

“I know. You need this thick cock between your legs. You’ve been dripping for it since that night, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped. I pushed two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. “Ah shit, yes.”

“You fucking bad girl. You want the king’s cock right here in the open, where anybody could see us.”

“We’re alone,” she gasped. “They left.”

“They did,” I agreed, grinning. “They absolutely did.”

I worked her pussy, her back pressed against the tree. Her hands gripped my muscular arms as my fingers fucked her pussy, pressing deep inside her. I pulled back and rubbed her clit. She stared at me, her mouth hanging open, and I just grinned at her, loving the way she fell into it. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to, and we both knew it. The girl was practically panting as I worked her soaking pussy.

She pressed her hand on my chest and pushed me back. I let myself be moved, and she dropped to her knees. I grunted as she worked my jeans open, tugging them down. She wasted no time and pulled my briefs down along with them. I watched, starving and intense, as she took my hard cock in her hand and slowly licked me from root to tip.

I groaned as she took my cock into her mouth and began to suck me. I let her do the work, my hands on her head and in her hair as she sucked my cock, working my thick shaft. I took her and let her roll up and down my length, loving the way her tongue worked my skin.

“Work that fucking cock,” I said to her. “Go ahead. Don’t be fucking shy. Suck that cock like you’re starving.”

She moaned, working me faster. I pressed her down, pushing my cock down her throat. She groaned, taking my thick cock into her mouth and throat. I gasped and took her, fucking her mouth slowly.

She pulled back with a deep breath, staring at me. A thin line of spit followed from her lip to my cock, and she took it with her hand and then worked it into my tip. She began to jerk me, biting her lip.

I took her head and pressed my cock back between her lips. I wanted her to suck that big fucking cock so badly, wanted her to suck me surrounded by these trees. It made me so fucking hard that she wanted me here and wasn’t backing down.

She was taking it to the next level, and I groaned as she jerked me while sucking me. I pressed her down and held her there. She moaned, and I grunted my pleasure and then let her go. She gasped and moaned, jerking my cock off.

I pulled her to her feet and pressed her back against the tree. I yanked down her jeans, not wasting a single second. I got her panties off and tossed them aside. Her pussy was beautiful and dripping wet right there in the open air.

I pressed my fingers against her soaking spot and rubbed her clit. She shuddered and ran her hand down along my cock, working the tip and then sliding along the shaft.

I worked her that way, wanting to push her to the edge, wanting to make her so fucking close that she couldn’t think straight. I worked that pussy, and then finally I grabbed her hips and turned her around.

She knew what to do. She spread her legs and put her hands on the tree trunk, looking over her shoulder.

I grabbed my jeans and found a condom. I tore it open and rolled it down while she stared at me, the anticipation building.

I took her hips and pressed my cock against her dripping pussy, but I held it there.

“Say you want it,” I whispered in her ear. “Tell me you want my big fucking cock inside you.”

“I want your big fucking cock inside me,” she said, half a moan.

I pushed myself deep inside her. She gasped and let out a moan, practically shivering. “That’s right,” I said. “Take my big fucking cock, you dirty fucking girl.”

I reached around her and found the zipper of her sweatshirt. I pulled it down and then began to slowly thrust inside her, pushing my cock deep between her legs.

I smirked when I felt that she wasn’t wearing a shirt or a bra. I felt her full breasts and teased her nipples as I thrust slowly in and out of her, sliding along her slick pussy.

She moaned, loving it as I worked her breasts and her nipples, fucking her deep. I pushed my full length inside her, and she tipped her head back, moaning. I felt her breasts and nipples and then slowly took her throat in my hand, holding her as I fucked her from behind.

She moaned, loving it, her hands on the aspen tree. She took my cock and worked her hips, wanting more from me. I willingly gave her every fucking inch, filling her tight little pussy. She took my thick cock, groaning as I tipped her chin back. I slapped her fucking ass, hard, and she bucked back against me, saying my name.

“I love seeing this tight, fucking wet pussy slide along my thick cock. I love tearing you apart, you fucking dirty girl,” I said into her ear as I fucked her, working her tight cunt deep and hard.

“Oh fuck, Trip,” she groaned. “I need you.”

I slapped her ass again and pulled her hair back. I reached around her hips and began to work her clit with my other hand, rubbing her and fucking her mercilessly. I wanted to fuck her pussy right, make her mine completely. I wanted to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before, make her take my cock so she’d never forget.

I was the fucking king, and she was going to know it. I fucked her rough and savagely, taking her pussy as my own.

She gasped, moaning with abandon. I slapped her ass hard again, loving the feeling of her ass against my palm. She reached back, pulling my face toward hers, and kissed me as I fucked her, our tongues touching, my cock deep inside her.

And suddenly, I needed to see her. I pulled back out and she gasped, almost a whimper. I grabbed her and turned her around. Then I hooked my arms under her legs and lifted her up. I pressed her back against the tree and then pressed my cock deep inside her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and helped hold herself up as I fucked her. I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples as I fucked her deep. She moaned, her chin tipped back, and I kissed up along her neck.

“Make me come,” she groaned. “I’m so fucking close.”

“You want to come?” I whispered. “You fucking ask for permission.”

“Please. Make me come.”

“Tell me I’m your fucking king. Tell me you’ll bow to me whenever I ask.”

“Yes,” she groaned, my cock slamming deep inside her. “Oh fuck yes, I’ll bow. You’re my king, Trip. Please, fuck me.”

I held her tight and fucked her mercilessly, unflinching and rough. She took my thick cock like a good girl, knowing she needed it, knowing she needed my big fucking cock. I kissed her lips, stifling her moans, and worked my cock.

I felt her coming before she began to moan it. Her whole body tensed and her fingers grabbed at my hair, pulling it back. I grunted, grinning, as I fucked her pussy, pleasure rolling through me, desire and intensity filling me.

She came hard, her whole body into it, twitching and out of control. I pushed myself deep inside her, groaning, and realized I was about to come.

I fucked her deep and fast until my cock came hard, deep inside her pussy. It was a sweet intensity exploding through my veins as I fucked her. Bryce was fire for me, fire and heat and flames all tearing through my core. I fucked her deep and came inside that tight pussy, knowing I needed it.

Slowly our orgasms passed. I lifted her off and slowly she slid down to the ground.

I collapsed next to her. We lay there on the forest floor, and I couldn’t help but grin. I felt so damn good for the first time since that night with her, before that asshole tried to kill us both. I felt perfect and light and right. This was why I needed her. She made me feel this way even when I wasn’t fucking her, and that was so incredibly rare.

I held her tightly against me, breathing the cool morning air.

“I don’t want to get up,” I said.

“Good,” she whispered. “Stay here with me.”

“Fine. Fuck being a king, at least for a few minutes.”

She nuzzled her lips against my neck, and I held her.