I catch up to her and grab at her coat again, but she’s ready. It slips off her easily, and I drop it. Her laugh coasts on the air between us. She unwinds her scarf and lets it fall too. Her arms pump, and we fly through the forest.
Is her heart beating as fast as mine?
She reaches out and catches a tree, using it to swing her body in a sharp turn. She leaps over a fallen branch, but her breathingsounds strained even over our pounding footsteps. I follow her path and lengthen my stride.
And then I leap.
I tackle her, rolling mid-air to prevent her from falling face-first into the dirt. We land on our sides, and she immediately kicks at me. I catch her arms behind her back and crawl over her, using my weight to keep her pinned to the ground. She flattens out on her belly, her exhale moving strands of hair out of her face. Snow and leaves catch in her loose hair fanned around her head, and the dampness soaks into my knees where I straddle her thighs.
One-handed, I tug her pants down. She squirms, but as soon as the cold air touches her bare ass, she lets out a whimper.
A good one?
I lean back and get her shoe off, pulling her legging fully off the one side to get better access. Once that’s done, I reach between her legs. She’s slick with arousal and heat. She’s practically throbbing with it. I push my sweatpants down and release her hands to grasp her hips. I pull her ass up slightly and run my cock head along her sensitive center.
“God, you’re ready for it, aren’t you?” I murmur.
My heart pounds, and my ribs scream at the exertion, but I would not trade anything for this moment. She makes a noise of affirmation, and that’s all I need. I guide my dick to her entrance and slowly push in, but the agony of drawing it out is unbearable.
I lean forward and thrust into her. Her pussy squeezes me. I find her hands, covering them with mine and intertwining our fingers into the dirt. Both of us will walk out of here dirty–there’s no denying that.
I fuck her without restraint, like a fucking madman chasing a high. But it isn’t enough. I pull out and lean to the side, givingher room to roll over. And then I’m between her legs, sliding back home. Her gaze bores into mine.
“Touch yourself,” I breathe.
I push her shirt up and take a handful of her breast. I roll her nipple between my fingers. I’m inside her, and I’m not close enough. And yet, I watch as she slides her hand between us and plays with her clit.
“Better than last night?” I goad.
“Fuck, Cross.” She hooks her free arm around my neck. “Kiss me.”
With pleasure.
I claim her mouth again. Her tongue wars against mine, and her legs come up on either side of my hips. Her heels dig into my ass, and suddenly, her nails dig into my shoulder. She scratches along my neck. Heat races down my spine.
One fuck is not going to be enough to get her out of my system.
Such a number might not exist.
And that’s how I know I’m in trouble.
I drag my mouth from hers, down her jaw, to her neck. She makes another noise, her pussy tensing, and I smile. I lightly nip her skin. Her whole body jerks.
“Thathurt,” she snaps. “Before.”
“Don’t disassociate when I’m inside you, and we’ll be fine,” I say in her ear.
“Ass.”
“I’ll take that next, if you’re offering.”
She pinches my shoulder.
I bite her, not as hard as before but enough to make her go still, except her pussy isdefinitelywetter.
She likes a chase, and she likes a bit of pain–my kinky girl. I chuckle.
A buzzing sound makes me pause. I pull back to look at Scarlett, whose expression seems caught between lust and confusion. She seems to register the noise before me, and she fumbles for her phone, trapped in the pocket of her leggings.
