Héctor lifted me onto his waist and carried me while our tongues entwined. I didn’t care where we were going, as my world was all him and lust burning like fire inside my core again.
When he settled me on his lap, I noticed that we were behind a thick bush. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it more.
“Héctor.” I brushed and whimpered in need.
“I must fuck you, Lamb,” he said roughly. “I need to have your sweet, tight pussy wrap around my cock to feel you again. I almost lost you.”
Lust boiled in my blood.
“That’s fine. But—” I darted my eyes around. I still missed two mates. Anxiety chewed me up inside.
“We need to find something to do while waiting for Paxton and Axel,” he said, his handsome face twisted in intense carnal need.
My heart fluttered as the same need reflected in me.
Not allowing me to deny him, he slid his large hand into my pants and palmed my pussy.
“You’re aching for me, Lamb. You need my cock,” he said in satisfaction and dark lust.
“Very much,” I confessed weakly.
He rubbed my slick flesh back and forth, and I arched my back at the pleasure and sensation. He thrust a finger into my tightness, letting it stay there, gloved by my inner walls. His thumb circled my sensitive clit, and I moaned in delight. I thrust my hips to ride on his finger. He turned and twisted it inside me.
“Now be still, Lamb,” he ordered.
But I couldn’t. Why should I when I needed to find an urgent release?
His one hand held my hip, pinning me, his finger withdrawing slowly.
“No,” I pouted.
“Bad girl,” he said. His thumb and finger pinched my swollen clit, sending all the sparks and sensation to my nerve endings.
I cried out, pushed his hand away, and moved my hips. A little more riding, that’s what I needed.
“You won’t come on my finger, Lamb,” he said. “You’ll come around my dick, and only when I say you’re allowed.”
He withdrew his finger completely, and I growled at him.
He chuckled and pulled my pants down to my knees, his heated eyes staring at my bare flesh, dark with lust. I cupped the large bulge at the front of his pants before I unbuttoned his fly.
“Your cock needs to be freed, old boy,” I purred.
“It needs to penetrate your sweet pussy and be soaked in your juice.”
I was a bit impatient, so one of the buttons went flying, but I got the job done. His erection, huge and hard as granite, sprang free.
He licked his lips, but this wasn’t the place for him to feast on my tender flesh.
“Fuck me, Héctor.” I narrowed my eyes in challenge. “Really hard. If you can.”
He smiled at me wickedly, promising to do all sorts of dirty deeds to me, and I melted again.
“I always fuck you hard, my Lamb. One day you won’t take it anymore.”
“Is that so?” I wiggled my ass against his erection.
He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it in front of me. Then before I could heave up my hips and get his swollen cock inside me, he flipped me and had me on fours. My hands planted on his jacket, my ass in the chilly air.