The slick, wet sound of his withdrawal echoing loudly in the heavy silence of the yard. He shifted his weight, clearly intending to stand up and gather our discarded clothes scattered in the dark.

I reached out, my fingers digging desperately into the hard, sweat-slicked ridges of his thighs, anchoring him right where he was. I deliberately pushed my knees wider.

"Daddy, please," I begged.

Jacob froze. I could see the sudden glint of his eyes in the dark. He didn't say a word at first. He simply looked down at where I lay pinned against the earth, my flushed, trembling body eagerly offering itself up on a silver platter.

His gaze dropped to my exposed center, still glistening and totally wrecked from his touch. In the hazy light of the moon, I was swollen, the delicate flesh flushed a deep red. The friction from the grass and the crushing, punishing weight of his body during the first round had left me hypersensitive, the cool night air biting at the blistering heat radiating from between my thighs.

Jacob’s gaze didn't soften an ounce; if anything, it turned utterly predatory. He reached down, his large, calloused thumb deliberately grazing the most swollen, sensitive fold of my flesh.

I let out a sharp hiss, my hips bucking upward instinctively.

"You really are an insatiable little monster, aren't you?" he rasped.

He leaned closer, his intoxicating scent completely overpowering the earthy smell of the crushed clover. "Look at you. Swollen, aching, and still staring up at me like you’re absolutely starving."

"I don't care," I whispered, my fingers digging into the damp dirt. "I want you, again. Give me all of it."

Jacob didn't hesitate. He surged forward, his massive chest crushing against my breasts as he settled heavily back into the cradle of my thighs. He didn't bother going slow this time. The careful, agonizing tension from before was dead and buried. He gripped my hips with fingers that locked on like iron vises, angling me perfectly, and drove himself to the hilt in one brutal, punishing motion.

A high, thin cry was ripped from my throat. The sensation was explosive. The friction against my walls was an intense, searing burn that made my vision swim. It felt as though he was twice as thick as before, every single vein and rock-hard ridge of him carving into my hypersensitive flesh.

"That's it," he growled, his pace instantly accelerating into a relentless, heavy grind. "Show me how much better you take it than her. Show me why I shouldn't just zip up, walk inside, and climb into bed with my wife."

A choked-off gasp tore through my lips. He was impossibly harder than before, his sheer girth stretching me until I felt like I might split right down the middle. The rough friction of the grass against my bare back paired with the blistering heat of him claiming me was almost too much to take, making my head snap back against the turf.

"You love being used like this, don't you, Ruby?" he murmured right against my ear, his hot breath searing my skin.

"Yes," I whimpered, my hands desperately finding the corded muscles of his back, my nails biting into his faded boxing scars. "Please, Jacob... Daddy... faster."

He let out a growl and happily obliged. The rhythm was utterly relentless—a heavy power that physically shook my entire frame. Every wet, echoing thrust was a filthy reminder of exactly what we were doing.

Jacob’s massive hand moved from my hip to gently but firmly wrap around my throat. His thumb rested over my fluttering pulse point, tracking the frantic, erratic hammering of my heart. He leaned down, his mouth crashing against mine. I gave it right back to him, my tongue tangling wildly with his as I arched my spine, desperate to take every last inch of him.

"Look at me," he commanded, breaking the kiss just enough to lock his pitch-black eyes onto mine.

I forced them open, my vision swimming. In the dim light, he was beautiful and terrifying, and in this stolen moment, he was entirely mine.

"You're never going to be the same after tonight," he hissed, his hips snapping forward at a frantic, driving pace. "Every single time you look at me across the dinner table, every time I brush past you in the hallway... you're going to remember exactly how this wet grass felt on your bare back while I was buried deep inside you."

The pressure coiling in my lower belly wound tighter and tighter until it violently snapped. My vision exploded into white sparks, and my internal muscles clamped down hard around his length in a desperate, milking pulse. I threw my head back to scream, but Jacob’s hand instantly clamped over my mouth, swallowing the feral sound of my climax whole.

He didn't stop. He powered right through my release, his own massive body barreling toward its breaking point. His movements became jagged and frantic, his breath hitching harshly in his chest. With one final thrust, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and let out a muffled roar. I felt the thick, hot rush of his release flooding me all over again.

We collapsed together into the crushed grass, our bodies still intimately joined. The ragged sound of our breathing was the only thing cutting through the thick, humid night. The silence of the yard felt incredibly heavy now.

Jacob didn't move a muscle for a long time, his crushing weight keeping me firmly pinned to the earth as the final aftershocks of his release slowly faded. He finally pulled back, bracing his weight on his forearms to look down at me.

"Completely ruined," he whispered, a satisfied smirk curving his mouth. "Just like you begged for."

I simply let a slow, thoroughly shameless smile spread across my face as I stared back into the pitch-black depths of his eyes. Leaning into his heavy touch, I turned my head just enough to capture the rough pad of his calloused thumb between my teeth.

I released his finger, watching the wet trace of my saliva glisten against his knuckle. Reaching up, I wrapped my arms securely around his thick neck, pulling his dead weight down for one last, lazy kiss.

"Thank you, Daddy," I breathed, my voice thick and entirely ragged against his ear. I let my head drop back onto the flattened grass, my eyes fluttering half-shut as the last traces of adrenaline finally began to ebb away. "That felt so fucking good."