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the exit wound pressed against the mattress.
He wasn’t bleeding from either, but… “It’s still pretty bad,
Jack.”
    He moaned too, penetrating her deeper with
his finger and dragging it down her inner wall, making her squirm.
“Ride me, then. I won’t move – I promise.” He pulled his hand from
between her thighs, letting it rest on the blankets.
    The absence of him – any part of him – inside
her left her feeling so empty that she wanted to jump on top of
him. He still had his fist wrapped around his cock. If she
straddled his hips, he could guide it inside her. She was hot and
slick, more than ready for him – it would be easy. And then – oh,
God – she could ride him until she came and her body wrung his
pleasure out of him too. It would be heaven. “You sure it won’t
hurt you?” she asked tentatively, desperately wanting to believe
that it wouldn’t.
    “I don’t give a damn if it does. The day’s
halfway over, and I’m not gonna die before sunset. If I have to
suffer a little more ‘till then, it’ll be worth it.” His voice
softened a little. “Now let me feel you on top of me, or I’m comin’
over there.”
    She finally moved, swinging a leg carefully
over both of his and gingerly straddling is hips, careful not to
let her knee jostle his injured side. This had to be safer than the
alternative, which apparently meant letting him be on top. She held
her injured hand carefully, not letting it touch anything, though
her desire for Jack was so strong that it all but drowned out her
pain.
    He let out a deep sigh as he angled his cock
so the thick head brushed her damp folds. “Come down here.” He
rested a hand on her ass and squeezed, his fingertips pleasantly
rough against her soft skin.
    She gave in to his urging, slowly lowering
herself onto his cock. Inch by delightfully slow inch, she let him
fill her. Her core stretched to accommodate him, and the feeling of
her wet flesh yielding to his hardness was ecstasy. “Jack…” she
breathed, seizing a fistful of nearby blanket with her good hand
and digging her nails into the material because she was afraid
she’d hurt him if she laid hands on his body.
    He rocked his hips, sheathing himself to the
root inside her.
    “Don’t do that!” she gasped. “You’ll reopen
your wound. Let me…” She moved slowly up and down, relishing the
way her core clenched and tightened around his hard cock.
    He tossed his head back and moaned
appreciatively. “All right. If it’s going to feel this good, I’ll
let you do it.” He pressed a hand between her thighs, finding her
clit again.
    She shuddered as he began to massage it, his
fingertips gliding easily over the slick nub. A telltale tightening
began in her womb and worked its way down, causing her channel to
clamp down on his cock. “Jack.” His name came naturally to her lips
as he deepened his massage, making it so that all she could think
about was the rough rub of his calloused fingertips against her
clit and the tight fit of his cock inside her.
    Her orgasm rolled through her in waves,
making her gasp and shudder on top of Jack. It was hard not to
fall, sprawling, on top of his chest. Instead she rode him harder,
getting the most out of her climax. By the time she stopped, she
could feel the beat of his pulse inside her.
    “Don’t stop, sweetheart.” He placed both his
hands on her hips and gripped them tight, putting his muscles to
good use as he helped her fuck him.
    She was aided by a second wind when he began
to moan, his shoulders becoming rigid against the mattress as he
tipped his head back. She moved more quickly, rising halfway and
then burying his cock deep inside her again. Each time she lowered
her hips, he groaned louder. That, she discovered, was another
thing she liked about the mountains: there was no one to hear. She
reveled in the sound, knowing it was only for her.
    “Mandy…” he surprised her by pulling her down
onto his chest, burying his hand in her hair