Free His Greatest Pain by Jenika Snow

his jeans frantically. He pulled his dick
out through the fly of his jeans and boxers, stroked himself ,
and moved closer. He grabbed a condom from his wallet in a move so fast she
barely blinked before she saw him rolling the latex down. She didn’t want that
blocking this though, didn’t want anything between them.
    He
came closer, but she placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. Reaching down,
not speaking, but holding his gaze with hers, she pulled the condom off of his
hard cock and let it fall to the ground by her feet.
    “Lauren?”
he said, his voice shaking, deep, aroused.
    “I’m
on the pill for my periods, and I trust you. I don’t want anything between us.”
    His
nostrils flared again. “I’m clean, baby, and fucking hell I want that, too.”
    He
moved closer to her, gripped her under the ass, and lifted her. He pressed her
back to the bark, and she hissed out in pleasure and pain at the rough texture.
    “You
okay, baby?” he asked, his mouth by her ear, his now bare cock moving against
her belly.
    “I
am more than okay.”
    He
pulled back and looked at her face.
    “I
like that little sting of pain.”
    Had
she really just said that? God, she had.
    “Fuck,”
he said on a groan and kissed her hard, possessively. He used his body to
spread her legs wide, and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his
waist for stability. Arms wrapped around his neck, and hand gripping the short
strands of his hair, Lauren let her head fall back on the tree and closed her
eyes.
    He
kissed her, long and deep, and she was about to push him away and complain that
she was done with the foreplay, with the teasing. She wanted more action,
wanted to feel the hardness of his body against the softness of hers thrusting
into her, claiming her, right by these people. She’d never thought of herself
as an exhibitionist, but here she was, so wet by the thought people could walk
around the tree and see them. She didn’t want to stop until they were both
sated, out of breath, and she was sore between her thighs.
    The
dominance that poured from him was like a second entity, made her feel so
inexperienced, so submissive. He could do whatever he wanted to her, could
touch her, dominate her, and control her until she couldn’t stand, let alone
think straight, and it would be all because she wanted that, needed it.
    He
had his shirt on and still had his pants on. The only piece of him that was
exposed was his huge, monstrous cock, and soon that would be between her thighs
and filling her to the point of pain. She was thick, had curves that probably
had other girls feeling self-conscious, but while Ace held her, supported her
weight, he made her feel small and petite. He always
made her feel so feminine.
    “You’re
mine, Poppy. Only mine.” He growled out those words.
    “Yes,
I am yours, Ace.” As it was she wanted to submit to him, wanted to be helpless
and at his mercy.
    Ace
dipped his gaze to her chest. Her breasts were big because she was a larger
sized woman. The bottom of the mounds spilled out the bottom of the underwire,
and she stared at Ace as he stared at the flesh that was exposed. “God. You’re so damn gorgeous, Lauren baby.”
    She
loved how he said her name, loved the way it made her feel and had her pulse
increasing. The cool air brushed along her chest, and her nipples hardened even
further to the point they ached.
    “Are
you ready for me, baby?” He sounded guttural and harsh, and she had a hard time
keeping her eyes open.
    “I’ve
been ready for you my whole life, Ace.”
    He froze, his body tense against hers. “I am so fucking
in love with you, Poppy.”
    She
leaned forward and kissed him. “Then show me.”
    He
groaned, dipped his head, and ran his tongue along her top and bottom lip until
she was a quivering mess. He then took one of her hands and placed it right
over his hard dick. Her mouth dried further. Ace was a big man, and his cock
was no different.
    “You
see what you do to me?” He