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button of his jeans, pushed the zipper open again, took hold of her hips and drove into her, keeping such a hard grip on her that her toes barely brushed the ground.
    “That’s it, sweetie. Put your ass high in the air for me.” Jake caught his fingers in her silky hair and held her head up, her neck arched so he could watch the wobble of her breasts as she took him in, took his thrusts. She was drenched, slippery. She’d been holding it in for too long, apparently. And he… Hell, he’d never been so turned on in his life.
    “Don’t want to hurt you, but…”
    “Hard…. Hard as you want.” Her eyes were wet, tearing. “I need to know you want me. That you want me like you’ve never wanted anyone. Even if it’s a lie, I want to believe it tonight.”
    “Ah Jesus.” He snaked his arm around her waist and this time he didn’t hold back.
    He slammed hard into her body again and again as she lost her balance and just had to 49
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    let him hold her, his hand coming up through the circle of her arms to grip her breast, his forearm diagonally across her sternum to keep her up. “My cock’s never been this hard for anyone. I’d kill to keep fucking you right now. Anyone who tried to take you away from me. Who looked at you. You’re mine. Mine.”
    It wasn’t what she’d asked for, but it came tumbling out of him before he could stop himself. She pressed her temple against his biceps, gasping, her body trembling.
    “Let it go. Scream for me.”
    As she obeyed, her response rippled around his cock and spread outward, tightening her all over so he felt the tension in her buttocks, in her shoulders against his chest. Then the rippling became an excruciating suction of her inner muscles on him, such that he couldn’t help but follow her. He groaned, jetting hot, soaking her further as she gyrated wildly on his cock.
    His own private pin-up girl, the gentle creature who’d just fulfilled a fantasy he’d had since he picked up his first hot rod mag at twelve years old.
    She was wet, drowning him, her cunt so hot, so perfect, so—
    Jesus Christ. “Oh, Christ.”
    As she shuddered to a halt, he pulled out slowly, not wanting to but thinking he had to do what he could to fix what could be an unfixable mistake. How could he be so stupid? “Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t even stop to think. I didn’t use anything this time.” What was he, some irresponsible teenager?
    She pressed her cheek to his arm, brushed him with her lips. “It’s okay. There’s nothing we can do about it now.”
    “That’s not—”
    “I take contraceptives.” She tilted her head, looked up at him with serious eyes, lips swollen from his kisses, from the stretch of his cock there just a little while before. “I wanted you to take me this way. And now I’d like to lie in a corn field completely naked with you and watch the stars.”
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    He would have taken the cuffs off as a reminder real life had to step back in at some point, something to keep him from being so stupid twice, but she wouldn’t let him.
    “I’m yours to do whatever you wish with until dawn,” she said quietly. “When the cuffs come off, it’s over. I don’t want it to be over. Not until it has to be. Which is dawn.”
    When he led her deeper into the corn, his hand light on her forearm, she shifted so she was gripping his hand in both of her bound ones, like kids holding hands, only she was completely naked and cuffed. And unlike a pair of kids, they probably both knew exactly how rare and amazing this night was. So for a little while they didn’t say anything. Just ambled along holding hands like that, looking up at the stars, though he kept sneaking looks at her.
    He’d grabbed a blanket and a couple other items from his trunk, wrapping them up in the blanket so she couldn’t see them. He held them in one arm as he led her with the other.
    He thought one corn row would be just like another, but he knew