"Tell me what you want."
She shook her head like she didn’t know what to say. "More."
"More what?" Tell me you want me to fuck you. Right here in the middle of the golf course.
She paused, but only for a moment this time. "I want your dick inside of me."
Good girl. I removed my hand and waited for her to turn and face me.
"James,” she said as she turned around. So needy. So fucking hot.
It was the first time she’d used my first name. And even though it sounded sweet on her lips, I shook my head. "Oh, Penny." I cupped her chin in my hands and lifted her face so that she'd be looking at me. "We are not in public right now."
Her throat made that adorable squeaking sound.
My thumb slid down to her neck. "You have a lot to learn."
"Then teach me, Professor Hunter."
I’d teach her everything I liked. Every way I wanted her. Every illicit thing I needed to do to her body. I dropped my hand from her face. "Take off your clothes."
She glanced back toward the terrace. "But..."
We were too far away for them to see us in the dark. And she needed to trust me. And listen to me. I didn’t like repeating myself. "Take off your dress before I rip it off.”
She slowly undid the belt around her waist and pulled the dress off over her head. For a moment she just stood there half-naked in the starlight. And I unapologetically stared. I stared at the way her tits strained to break free from her bra. I stared at the dip in her waist before it widened for her hips. She was perfect. Every single inch of her. I couldn’t pull my gaze away even if I tried.
"Take off all of it."
She unhinged her bra, freeing her breasts, and let the fabric fall to the ground. She kept her eyes downcast. I wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed, but quickly dismissed the thought when she leaned forward, arching her back like a master seductress, as she pulled her panties off. She was a paradox that I couldn’t wrap my head around. Usually I liked order. I liked knowing exactly how someone would react and behave. But not with her. She surprised me, and it was refreshing in every sense of the word.
She reached down to un-strap her high heels.
I rather liked her in them. So I grabbed her before she undid them and lifted her naked body over my shoulder.
"Professor Hunter!" she laughed.
She wouldn’t be laughing in a moment. I lightly nipped at her exposed ass cheek as I ducked underneath the leafy limbs of a weeping willow tree. There was only a little light dancing around as the breeze made the branches sway. I lowered Penny to the ground.
She looked like she was about to get down on the grass.
"Don't sit down." I quickly grabbed her hand.
"Why?"
"The fertilizer will give you a bad rash."
She laughed. "Wait are you serious? Why do you know that?"
Because I’ve gotten that rash. This wasn’t exactly the time to talk about my past sexual encounters. I shrugged.
"Professor Hunter!"
"Put your hands on the trunk of the tree."
"Have you had sex on a golf course before?"
"Penny, put your hands on the trunk." I glared at her, hoping she’d realize that I was being serious right now.
She lifted her hands and placed them against the bark.
Good girl. "Spread your legs." My voice came out tight. I was finding it hard to control myself around her.
She slowly spread her legs. The wind blew and she shivered, but kept her legs spread.
Perfection. But I wanted her to arch her back in that sexy way again. "Arch your back," I said and pulled her hair, making her follow my instructions.
The wind blew again and goosebumps rose on her skin. But she didn’t even flinch. She could probably only feel how desperately she wanted me. It was exactly how I felt. An ache of desire. And I couldn’t wait another second. I’d never been good at waiting. I pulled a condom out of my pocket. As soon as I had it in place, I grabbed her hips and thrust deep inside her greedy cunt.
She moaned. She was probably still sore from the last time I’d been inside of her. And I knew it was only me. She was still so fucking tight. No one else could give her what she wanted. She liked being fucked. Relentlessly. A line of pleasure and pain so blurred she couldn’t tell the difference. It’s what I craved too. My fingers dug into her hips.
So I gave her what she wanted. And what I needed. I fucked her harder than she probably knew she could take.
"Yes!" she screamed.
Her swollen breasts bounced with each powerful thrust. She pushed her palms against the trunk of the tree and started moving her hips in time with me. Fuck yes. My fingers dug into her flesh and she moaned again. She liked it rough and I knew how to give it to her. I reached around her waist and grabbed her clit between my fingers and squeezed. Hard.
She started to clench around my throbbing cock.
God. I rode her release, loving the feeling of her coming on me, her pussy gripping me like a vice.
But I wasn’t done with her yet. Not nearly. I pulled out and turned her toward me. She needed to make me come. Before I could thrust back inside of her, she grabbed my tie and pulled my face down to hers.
"James," she said and bit her lip.
Apparently she wanted it even harder, otherwise she would have been a good girl and called me Professor Hunter like I’d told her to. I grabbed her ass, lifted her up, and pushed her back against the trunk of the tree. So fucking naughty. So fucking perfect. I raised my eyebrow. Is this what you want? I thrust back inside of her wetness. She was so tight I could barely take it.
"What are you trying to do to me?" I groaned. I pushed into her and pinned her in place as my hands wandered away from her ass. Her legs wrapped more firmly around me as I squeezed her tits. First I’d thought that her hand fit perfectly in my mine. Then I thought that her pussy was made to please my dick. And now her breasts? They fit perfectly in my hands. This woman was made to be mine. I rubbed her nipples and she moaned against my neck.
Even the sounds she made drove me insane. I grabbed her arms and raised them above her head. If I had any more sensations, I’d explode too soon. I wasn’t done with her yet. My dick moved slowly in and out of her now, savoring the feeling of her around me. And our lips met. Her kiss was as intoxicating as everything else about her. And then it hit me. Everything was too slow. Too intimate. Too heavy. And that wasn’t me.
I bit down on her lips and slammed back into her.
"Professor Hunter!" she whimpered.
I went faster and faster, bringing back the rawness and intensity that I knew she wanted and that I needed. I wanted her to be sore tomorrow. I wanted her to know that she was mine even when we were apart.
I felt that low pull in my stomach and our orgasms collided. My cock throbbed again and again, more intense than the first time I’d had her. What the hell was that?
I knew she felt it too. Her whole body was trembling as I pulled her into my chest. My breathing was heavy, rustling her hair. And her ragged breath was warm on the side of my neck. I wasn’t sure how long I held her like that. With us both waiting to catch our breath. But eventually, I pulled out and set her down on her feet.
I’d fucked her. But I was very aware of the fact that a lot of parts of tonight had felt like more than that. Wasn’t that what I wanted? For this to be more? But I didn’t expect to feel like this…whatever this was. I could have held her forever in my arms. Kissed her slowly. And I wasn’t sure I knew what I wanted anymore. But as I stared at her in the moonlight, I didn’t want to fuck her. I wanted the grass to not be fertilized so I could lay her down gently and… Breathe.