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it into his mouth and making her squirm against him. With her nails scratching along his skin, she writhed against him, so wet she thought she’d drown in her own heat.
    “Fucking hell, you’re hot, beautiful,” he growled and it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.
    “Fuck me already, then,” she hissed through clenched teeth, dragging his face up and away from her tits.
    Kissing him deeply, she could vaguely tell that he’d pulled her away from the wall and was walking her inside the shed and the relative cover it provided. He sat her down on one of the working tables, dusty as it was, and undid his belt and the zipper on his jeans. Her hands were right there, pushing down his pants, demanding that he move faster.
    When his cock was revealed to her hungry eyes, she let out a little whimper. It was perfect , like the rest of him. Big, hard, thick, and curved just slightly upward, she already knew that she would melt around that thing happily. Ragnar didn’t give her time to admire it for too long, pulling her up by her hips and ripping down her jeans without bothering with the details. The button popped off of them and Abigail yelped as he turned her around, making her grab hold of the table with both hands for support.
    He pushed her legs apart and when the slick, velvety head of his cock traced her slit, Abigail arched her back and looked over her shoulder. Ragnar’s face was contorted with barely held self-control and concentration. The gruff sullenness she’d thought she’d noticed there was now nothing but the most handsome face she’d ever seen. If she’d thought that he was hot before, then he was damn smoking now, his jaw set with restraint and his eyes on fire.
    “Fuck. Me.”
    Abigail squealed as Ragnar fisted one hand in her hair, yanking her head back a little so he could kiss her. It was exactly what she was begging for. Rough. Raw. Primal. As soon as his lips touched hers, he was thrusting into her, parting her wetness with his thick cock. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, and she braced her body as his huge thickness wore her thin, stretching her to fit inside her.
    Every stroke brought him deeper inside her, and it was only when he bottomed out so exactly, filling her to the brim and then some, that she let out the scream that had been building in her.
    “Is this what you need?” he growled, two hands on her hips now, his fingers prying into her, sure to leave marks that would make her smile the next day. “Tell me, Abigail.”
    It was a command and she was glad to comply.
    “Yes, baby,” she mewled, lips parted in a constant groan as she bucked against him, his thrusts becoming faster and harder with every word she spoke. “Fuck, that’s so good,” she whined, shuddering as the tightness coiled maddeningly in her.
    One of his hands slipped over her soft belly, tracking downward until his fingers grazed over her wet folds. He pressed her clit between two fingers and Abigail was damn near in tears with how good it felt as her nails scraped at the wood of the table. She pounded back onto him wildly, getting into the same rhythm as Ragnar was in, impaling herself on his cock every time. And dammit, it felt like everything she didn’t know she’d been missing.
    “You’re tight as hell, beautiful,” he whispered, and there was a modicum of control to his voice that Abigail couldn’t dream of matching at this point as he kissed the back of her neck.
    She felt the hard ridges of his well-defined abs against her back. Throwing her head back, she let her body rest against his as he fucked her with reckless abandon. When he pinched her nipple, she sucked in a sudden breath, her eyes fluttering open. The tiny prick of pain felt so damn good. He did it again and she stuttered a groan. When he twisted her nipple between his fingertips, she was gone.
    The pad of his thumb was slicking over her clit quickly now and he was buried in her, grinding into her slower and slower as she rocked on