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And we fall asleep with me in his arms.

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I knew it. After a taste of it, I wanted more. Waking up on top of Whit, my ass deliciously sore, I try to convince him to do me again, but he just shakes his head and suggests hiking.

“Have you ever hiked a day in your life?” I snort, and he eyes me with irritation.

“I have. The Swiss Alps, if you must know.”

“God, you’re such a snob,” I say, tweaking his nipple and making him hiss, but I kiss it better. Far longer than I probably should.

“I’m not fucking your ass again today. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I glower at him and then sigh, rolling off him and throwing an arm over my head.

“Fine. Hiking it is. But just know I’m going to try and change your mind.”

“And just know that I have a will made of steel.”

I snort even louder at that, and I belly laugh, unable to stop.

“Stop laughing at me,” he grumbles, and I eye him through the tears in my eyes.

“Will of steel? Pompous much?”

“It’s just how I talk.”

I roll over, still chuckling, and nuzzle his jaw. “And I love how you talk. Gets me all hot and bothered. Care to stick your dick in me and help me out?”

Whit shoves at my shoulders and slides off the bed.

A minute later, he’s tossing my clothes at me.

“Get dressed.”

My ball cap hits me square in the chest, and I lift an eyebrow.

“I didn’t pack this, Whit,” I say and tug it on. I’m now lounging back on my elbows, wearing just the hat and nothing else.

Whit glances over at me and exhales shakily.

“You sneaky bastard,” I say and then make sure to flex my muscles, giving him an excellent view of my V.

The way he’s looking at me has my cock perking up.

“Yousocan’t resist me now.”

Whit fumbles with his clothes, and I chuckle lowly.

“Come on, Whit. Fuck me. It’s your dream come true. Me in my hat and nothing else.”

He turns to look at me once more and then sighs dramatically, stalking toward me with a purpose.

“Fine, but you’re riding me this time. That way, you can control it. Go as slow as you want.”

As soon as he’s close enough, I grab him and throw him down. He lands with anoomph, and I crawl on top of him. His cock is already hard, and I pump it a few times until he’s arching into my fist.

“Prep first,” he grunts, and I lean over, grabbing the lube, making quick work of slathering it onto his cock, but I’m too eager to do any more. Fuck waiting. So I grab him and find my hole before sliding down. In one single thrust.


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