Page 18 of The Never Queen

I huff out, leaves skittering over the dirt.

Vane bares me, tearing off my panties with a quick flick of his wrist.

I’m wound up, throbbing between my legs.

This is my most favorite game.

His thighs press mine together as his hand slips between me and the earth, forcing my ass up. He presses in, finding resistance as I squeeze my thighs together.

“Playing it the hard way, I see,” he says.

He shoves in, presses my face in the dirt, just as he promised and I can’t help but moan in delight.

I can barely hold myself back.

I conjure images of a dry desert or a shriveled pear. Anything to quench this relentless thirst. But nothing works. Nothing quiets the burning need pulsing between my thighs.

Vane fucks me hard and fast, one hand on my bound wrists, the other buried in my hair keeping pressure on the back of my head.

The Shadow swarms around us, blotting out any hope of light.

But I don’t need it.

I don’t need anything but this, Vane and I chasing our darkest needs in the darkest places on Neverland.

“You’re fucking dripping wet,” Vane says. “Fuck, Win.”

He slows his rhythm as if he wants to savor the feel of me, but the shift lessens the pressure building in my clit.

“Are you being gentle now?” I challenge.

He laughs and disentangles his hand from my hair, clamping it instead over my mouth. Dirt grits in my teeth.

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and come on my cock like a good girl, hmm?”

He picks up his pace again, punishing me.

It takes nothing at all to shove me over the edge.

I come hard. Fast. The orgasm pounds through me like a flash flood and my toes curl, my body arching beneath Vane, squirming.

I moan against his hand.

He follows me quickly, filling me up. He can’t hide the tremor that shakes through his entire body.

When we’re both finished, he undoes the belt, freeing me, and we collapse in the dirt on our backs.

There’s so much cum, it immediately leaks out of me.

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, and laugh, a little delirious. “That was more than I deserved.”

“That was exactly what you deserved.”

I roll my head, glancing at him, where a smile is glittering in his eyes.

“You’re right.” I crawl over the forest floor to him. “I deserved that punishment.” I lift a hip, straddling him.

“Christ,” he says, laughing.