“Thanks, baby,” he said low, and I felt that too. “I think you’re pretty awesome as well.” Then he dipped his head. “Need some alone time with you, Addison.”

His stare locked with mine, and his need for me was stark in his gorgeous eyes. “Okay.”

He took my hand and led me from the barn, but instead of going into the house, he carried on around the side. There was another building. It was smaller than the barn but still big. He opened a side door and pulled me in. There was a quad bike in here and another truck.

It was cool but not cold, and that was probably more to do with the beers I’d had and not the temperature. The moon was full tonight, and it shone right through the small window on the back wall, doing a good job of lighting the space. It was still dark and shadowed, but I could see Manic clearly, and with the way his gaze had grown intense, I knew he could see me as well.

He walked deeper into the shed, taking me with him. Then he spun and lifted me, planting my butt on a workbench along the wall, and shoved my thighs apart before filling the space between them. He took my face in his large, hot hands and kissed me.

The kiss started wild and grew even more out of control. God, I wanted him. I wanted to be filled by him, surrounded by him.

He undid my jeans and shoved his hand down the front. I gasped as his fingers brushed over my clit, and I wriggled, angling my hips to give him better access. I needed more.

He stepped back suddenly and yanked my jeans and panties down my legs, taking my boots with them and tossing them onto the hood of the truck. Then I was off the bench and spun around.

“Need a taste of you, Addie.” He bent me over and dropped to his knees behind me. His large, rough hands went to my ass and he spread me. “Fuck, cupcake, so wet.” Then his mouth was on my pussy.

I cried out, spreading my legs wider, lifting to my toes. He growled against my flesh and ate at me hungrily. I felt out of control, desperate to come. In this dark shed, the only sounds were our panted breaths. I was his, and making each other feel good was all that mattered.

He pushed his tongue inside me, and I clung to the edge of the bench. I expected him to finger fuck me, but he didn’t, he continued with his onslaught. His tongue and lips sending me into a frenzy.

“I’m…I-I’m close.” Manic sucked my clit, making me cry out.

Then he pulled away, turned me around, and hauled me off my feet. He planted my ass back on the bench, then he was on his knees again, his mouth between my thighs.

He pressed his thumb to my opening, gliding over it, teasing me but not pushing inside as he went back to tormenting my clit. I gasped and opened wider for him, right back at the edge of sanity.

I whimpered.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled and sucked on my clit.

I did, crying out, coming hard, grinding against his mouth. His strong hands held me to him, his fingers digging into my ass. When I finally went limp, he kissed my inner thigh and stood.

“Remember what I said earlier?” He took my panties from the hood of the truck. I nodded as he crowded me. I was panting, recovering from the orgasm he’d given me, but still wanting more.

He took my hands and lifted them over my head. “You ever been tied up, Addison?”

“No.” My mouth went dry.

“You okay with your hands restrained?”

“Yes.” I wanted that. I wanted whatever he wanted to do to me.

“You trust me, baby?”

I trusted him to always make me feel good. Manic would never hurt me. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he said low but a little softer, then tied my underwear loosely around my wrists and lifted my arms higher, hooking them on something on the wall. He watched me, running his hands along my thighs, then higher. He licked his lips as he dragged up my sweater till it was bunched under my chin, then pushed down the cups of my bra. My nipples were already tight and grew more so when they hit the cool air.

Manic’s big hands were on my inner thighs, and he kept me spread wide, exposed, as he leaned in and sucked on one nipple, then the next, groaning as he did it.

I was fully exposed now, naked from the waist down, with my sweater bunched and my bra cups pulled down.

“Look at you, Addison. It’s dark and I can still see how wet you are. Baby, you’re fucking dripping for me.”

I was, I was desperate for him. It didn’t matter that I’d come hard. I always wanted more of him. I watched as he undid his jeans and freed his big cock. He ran his hand along the length of it, then stepped in between my legs. I arched my back, spreading my legs wider. I needed him inside me.

He tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. “Watch,” he said harshly. “Look down, watch how good your pussy takes me, Addie.”

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