His lips devour mine, his tongue forcing mine to submit as his fingers squeeze just enough around my throat to remind me that each breath I take is because he’s allowing it. I want more. I want his hands on me, his fingers in me. I want him to make me come and then force me to do it again and again. I want him to take away my choice and make me accept whatever he wants to give me, and I want it all right now.

Blindly reaching for his hand that’s not around my neck, I try to drag it downward, needing him between my legs, but instead of doing what I’m silently asking, he tenses his arm, making it immovable as he grips my neck, then releases me, stepping back and assessing me coolly.

“What? Why are you stopping?” I gasp.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he admits, rubbing a hand over his hair.

“What?” I snap. “Are you serious?”

“I’m not sure you’re thinking straight, you’ve been drinking.”

“I’ve had two shots and one and a half cocktails, I’m more than capable of making my own decisions.”

“And you want this?” he questions, his expression mostly calm with a hint of something I can’t quite identify.

“I want you, Sebastian, I need you and I’m offering you me. So what are you waiting for?” I taunt him.

A second later my feet leave the ground and my back hits the trunk of a tree as the skirt of my dress is shoved up and he rips my thong clean off me. Two thick fingers slam into me and I let out a long, low moan of pleasure as he pumps them in and out. I’m so wet I can hear the sound of my own arousal and feel the way it coats my thighs.

“This is going to be fast and quick; I’ll take my time on round two,” he smirks a second before his fingers are replaced with his rock hard and much bigger than I remember cock.

I open my mouth to scream, but Sebastian shoves my thong between my lips, gagging me with the underwear that he just tore off me. The taste of my own arousal fills my mouth, but I don’t have a chance to decide how I feel about that before he starts to fuck me.

My legs are curled around his hips and I lock my ankles at his back, holding on to his shoulders while he slams his cock in and out of me, not giving me a second to get used to his sheer size.

Unadulterated bliss hits me when I combust; an orgasm wrenched from me as I scream around my panties, feeling the sound in the back of my throat even if nothing more than a muffled cry escapes my lips. I’m barely moving, simply holding on while he fucks the ever-loving shit out of me against a tree no more than fifty yards from where a college party with hundreds of guests is raging. It’s hot and dirty and brutal and I love it. I’m on the verge of coming again when he pulls out of me, spins me around and then slams into my pussy again from behind as I struggle to find purchase on the tree I’m now facing.