I can hear the crickets in the tall grass, the sound of the wind rushing through the empty house, and my own heart beating so hard in my chest that I think I might pass out.

I kiss her harder, feeling like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’ve been wanting to tell her the truth for years, but I’ve been so afraid of how she’d react. I pictured it a million times, saw a billion different scenarios, but I couldn’t have guessed it would lead to this.

I never saw it coming. I assumed she’d be angry, or disappointed, or something like that. Instead, my tongue is stroking hers as I pull her tighter against me in this empty backyard, sitting up against the rough rim of the enormous fountain.

I need her so badly I can barely breathe. I run my hand through her hair and tip her head back, kissing her neck, making her gasp.

“I thought you’d be angry,” I say to her. “I thought you’d be disappointed.”

She runs her fingers down my sides. “I’m not,” she whispers.

I look up at her and kiss her lips again. “All this time. I wish I told you sooner.”

“Me too,” she says, a slight smile on her lips. “I’m still a little mad, though. I mean, you were a dick.”

“I was,” I agree.

“But a dick for a good cause.”

“That’s how I like to see it.”

She grins and I kiss her again, not able to help myself. I’m so starving for her that it’s almost unreal. I feel like a teenager again, my cock hard as hell. It’s like I’ve never touched her before, or like I’m touching her for the very first time.

I feel her hand slide up my thigh and she finds my hard cock, straining through my jeans. “Is this why you followed me out here tonight?” she whispers.

“Yes,” I say. “I wanted to fuck you so badly I couldn’t wait for you to come back.”

“Dirty boy,” she says, grinning.

I pull her hair back. “And you fucking like it.” I kiss her neck and pull the hem of her shirt up over her full breasts. I kiss her chest and unhook her bra before pushing it up as well. I tease her nipples with my tongue and hand as she moans. I keep a firm grip on her hair with one hand as I gently bite and tease her nipples.

I kiss slowly down her chest, heart racing. “I’m afraid someone might see,” she whispers.

“I don’t care,” I say. “Let them watch.”

She bites her lip. She’s so fucking beautiful in the moonlight and I can barely stop myself. I drop down to my knees in front of her and unbutton her jeans. I tug them up over her hips and she lets me pull them off.

I press my face between her legs and breathe deep of her soaking pussy smell. I love it, savoring the warmth, as I push aside her wet panties and start to lap her up.

My tongue rolls along her skin and I love her taste. My cock is even harder and I know this is dangerous, going down on her right in the back yard of some abandoned house. Truth is, there could be people inside there, watching us right now.

For some reason, I just don’t care. The weight of the gun slipped into my waistband reassures me, or at least makes me think I can take care of anything that happens.

As soon as my tongue touches her soaking clit and those first moans escape her lips, I know I’m not stopping. I have to get exactly what I want, right here and now. There’s no walking back to the hotel room. I’m taking this moment and I’m owning it. I’m making her mine.

I press two fingers deep inside her pussy and look up. She’s gasping, her breasts slightly exposed underneath her loose bra and shirt. I sit up and pull her down to me by the hair, kissing her deep, letting her taste her own wetness. She moans into my mouth as I fuck her pussy with my fingers, greedy for her pleasure.

Slowly I stand, sliding my fingers back out. She reaches forward instantly and unbuckles my belt. I pull the gun from my jeans and I place it on the rim of the fountain before she finishes getting them off. I kick my jeans off and let her stroke my cock through my boxer briefs as I kiss her, bending over, her chin tipped up.

“Do you like tasting your pussy on my tongue?” I whisper to her.

“Maybe,” she says, looking away.

I grab her hair and make her look at me. “Say it. Tell me you like tasting your pussy on my tongue.”

“I like it,” she says. “I like it a lot. Is that dirty?”

“Yes,” I say. “It’s very fucking dirty, and that’s why you like it.”

She pulls down my briefs, revealing my thick, hard cock. She takes it into her palm and slowly strokes its length, sitting forward on the fountain. I glance over and the gun is right there, a few feet away. I grab the back of her head and she opens her mouth, taking my cock between those thick, gorgeous lips.

I groan, luxuriating in her throat. It feels so fucking good as she swallows my cock and starts to fuck me like that. I love that my dick stretches her lips wide open as she struggles to get me down her throat, but she’s working so fucking hard. It drives me crazy. I reach down and gently work her breasts as she moves forward, nose to my stomach, taking me all the way.

I moan and she gags, pulling back. A string of saliva follows my cock to her mouth, and I pull back her hair, kissing it away. She moans as I press her back down and she goes at my cock, sucking it hard and jerking my shaft with both hands.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan. “God damn, Vivian. Every fucking inch of you sets my fucking balls on fire. I need to pump this cum down your throat.”

She groans and takes me deep again, this time suppressing her gag. I can see the tears in her eyes, but she’s clearly enjoying herself as she pulls back and jerks me fast.

“What do you want to do with me?” she asks. “Right here, out in the open?”

I lean forward and bite her lower lip. “I want to stretch your cunt out until you scream.”

“Henry,” she whispers, a devilish smile on her lips. “I think that would be very inappropriate. We’re coworkers, after all.”

“Good,” I grunt at her. “You want to swallow your producer’s cock. I see the way you look at me.”

“Maybe,” she says. She teases my tip with her tongue again. “Maybe I want to suck you dry, let you come down my pretty throat. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I groan. She starts to suck me, maintaining eye contact, slowly at first. “Fuck, I want to make you my dirty slut right here and now.”

She goes deep and I moan, pleasure flooding me, and I know I can’t stand another second of this. I pull her back and grab her hair, standing her up. She gasps as I turn her around and bend her pretty ass over the fountain. She puts both hands against the stone as I spread her legs roughly. I push aside her panties and rip them in the process.

“Hey!” she protests. “I have a limited amount of underwear, you know.”

I shrug and finish tearing them off. “I’ll buy you more.”

“That’s not the point,” she says, pouting, and I slap her ass, hard. She gasps and I smirk at her.

“Got anything else to say?”

“Asshole,” she says.

I slap her ass again, leaving a nice, red handprint. She moans, a smile on her lips, as I reach forward and start to rub her clit. I slide my fingers back and fuck her pussy with my fingers as I pull her hair back.

“Tell me you want this,” I whisper. “Tell me you want me to fuck your wet little cunt.”

“Fuck my cunt,” she says, and that drives me over the edge.

I grab her hips and slide myself deep inside her wet, warm little pussy.

She throws her hair back and lets out a low moan as I fill her, ripping her apart. This is what I’ve been dreaming of all day long. I press myself deeper and start to fuck her slowly. I don’t want to rush it, don’t want to push her too fast.

But she doesn’t have the same idea. Viv starts to work her hips back against me, sliding her pussy along my hard cock faster and faster. She jerks that ass along my cock and I fuck her in that same rhythm, slamming myself into her, stretching her wide open,

I grab her hair and pull it back. I feel her breasts and tease her nipples as she leans back against me, turning her head to kiss my lips. She keeps moaning with my tongue in her mouth, my cock buried inside her tight little body. I love that I can dominate her, destroy her, rip her pussy to shreds.

I press her back down and fuck her hard. I grab her hips and slam myself against her, not able to stop myself anymore. I want this pussy, I need it so badly I can barely think. I’m buzzing with need and pleasure as I thrust into her tight cunt.

I slide myself back out before I lose it completely. She turns instantly and starts kissing me, pressing me back. I drop down into the softer, shorter grass at the edge of the fountain and she climbs on top of me. I prop myself up on my elbows as she arches her back and slides her pussy back down along my shaft.

She’s straddling my hips, my cock buried inside of her. I reach up and feel both her breasts, teasing and squeezing them, not caring if I’m a little rough. She kisses my lips, arms wrapped around my neck, and she starts to work her back and hips, riding my big dick.

The moonlight drenches us as she rides me. I pump back against her, kissing her neck, pulling her hair, and slapping her ass. I want her to keep going, to fuck harder, go faster. We’re both covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she keeps moving back, clouds slowly drifting through the sky, the moon nearly full. The only sound in my ears is her breath and moans.

I grab her hips and pump into her, wrecking her, slamming rough. She gasps and grinds her hips back, hands on my chest, and I can tell she’s close. Her eyes shut and her whole body tenses as she grinds back down and I thrust up inside her, and we get into that rhythm, that perfect place where we’re completely in sync with each other.

That’s when it happens. She comes harder, her whole body shuddering and twisting as the orgasm rips through her skin. Her moans go low and animalistic and I don’t hold back, fucking her rough and deep, feeling the glow building in my balls.

“Come inside me,” she moans in my ear. “Come on, Henry. Fucking do it, come inside my pussy.”

That pushes me over the edge. I come hard, an explosion deep in her cunt. I fill that pussy up with my hot cum and in that moment the only thing in the universe for me is her. It feels like it’s always been this way, and always will be.

Slowly we finish, but she stays astride me. We kiss for a while, whispering to each other, essentially meaningless things as I slowly go soft inside her pussy. We hold each other, and I know we’re making up for lost time. I don’t want this moment to end.

But at some point, I have to pick that gun up again, and we have to walk back to the hotel. Until then, I’ll live in this glow and love it for what it is.