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and carried her back to the tent. I kissed her on the forehead. “You did great, listening to me and not coming.”

I arranged her inside the small tent and got us both zipped inside. “Now I’m going to finish tasting you.” I got her flat on her back, and spread her legs wide. I pushed both fingers back into her body, and I flattened my tongue over her clit until she shouted.

I pressed my free hand over her mouth. “Not too loud.”

“Sorry,” she panted. “I can’t hold off now.”

“That’s okay. You can come now.” I lowered my head back to her clit, and I sucked while I crooked my fingers inside her pussy.

She put both hands over her mouth. “Jackson!” she said, but it was muffled.

Her pussy walls contracted around my fingers and she came hard. Wave after wave pulsed as she moaned.

I pulled my fingers from her body and crawled up to lie beside her. “You just came with a man’s fingers in your pussy.”

She uncovered her face. “Yeah. I did.” She gave a small laugh. “I liked it too.”

She didn’t protest when I pressed my mouth to hers again, and kissed her, licking over her mouth. Then I peeled her shirt off, leaving her entirely naked.

She moved her arm, pushing her hand between our bodies. Over my shorts, she laid her palm flat over my cock.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “I’m close now.” The feel of her hand, tentatively exploring, was hotter than any of the fancy tricks I’d experienced with other women. I shed my shirt and my shorts, and grabbed the condom from my backpack. Shoving my boxers down, I rolled the condom on.

I crawled on top of Loren and encouraged her to wrap her legs around my waist. With one hand, I guided my cock against her pussy. I pushed the tip in, letting her adjust. “Take a deep breath. You’re about to take my cock.”

She inhaled, and I watched her pert breasts move with her deep breath. I pushed forward, stretching her walls. The pressure on my cock increased, and I had to pull back and squeeze the base to keep from erupting all over her bare pussy.

I pushed again, thrusting farther this time.

Loren let out a pained moan and her hands came up to squeeze my shoulders. Her short fingernails dug into my skin.

“If it helps, keep squeezing,” I said. “I’m going to keep going unless you tell me to stop.”

She nodded. “Don’t stop,” she said in a harsh whisper.

I thrust in farther. “Your wet pussy feels so good.”

She opened up for me a little more, and I made it even farther into her body. I slipped farther in, and finally, my cock was all the way in. I pulled back and began to thrust. I wrapped my arms around her body and kissed her neck, murmuring encouragement into her ear. I got my hand between her legs, and I rubbed circles over her clit, hoping to ease the tension in her body.

“Oh,” she said. “Jackson. That’s good.”

I loved it when she said my name. Her body relaxed more, welcoming me in, and my thrusts picked up the speed.

I’d never have pushed a virgin like Loren to sleep with me. But now that I was fucking her tight pussy, I never wanted to stop.

Chapter Ten

Loren

Jackson was fucking me. He was inside my body, and it was better than I’d ever imagined. I’d never wanted anyone to tell me what to do, but when he commanded me not to come earlier, I’d nearly burst with desire for him.

Every time his thick cock pressed inside my pussy, I wanted to scream. He’d said he didn’t want this with me, but as soon as he’d gotten my pants off, I’d felt nothing but passion from him.

This was every fantasy I’d ever had coming true. I was in Alaska, camping, and a hot man, one older than me, had taken my virginity.

It had hurt, but only for a few moments. And now that Jackson had his hand on my clit, everytime he rubbed his fingers in a circle, little stars burst behind my eyes.

“You’re going to come again,” he said.

“I’m planning on it.” I lifted my hips higher, which changed the angle of his thrusts.

His thrusts picked up speed. “I’m going to fuck you in every position possible before this trip is over.”

That sounded like heaven to me. “That sounds good to me.” I was breathing so hard I could barely get the words out. “Which one--” I had