Shivering, I nodded shyly.
He unbuttoned his black dress shirt, slowly revealing every expanse of his beautiful tattooed frame. My mouth watered seeing those bulging muscles, so thick and hard from years of work. I wanted to sink my teeth into them. Taste the fragrance of his skin on my tongue. Trace every ink he had in my honour while he made love to me in the roughest way possible.
He dropped his shirt and lowered his zipper, pulling out his hardened cock again. Seeing him fist it with his right hand, the same one with my birth date tatted in roman numerals on his knuckles, had my breaths quickening. It was so sexy.
Cade meant it when he said I was branded in every corner of his being.
He was in mine, too.
My mind, my body, my soul.
“Now tell me what I want to hear.” He seized my jaw with one hand and used the other to guide his tip to my pussy, slowly gliding through my wet folds. I bucked my hips in a silent demand for more. “Say it. You wanted me. You wanted me tosteal you away and do dirty things that make you feel alive, Ximena.”
I threw my head back on a moan when he rubbed his cock against my clit, sending a flurry of sensations through my core. My toes curled and my nails dug into his shoulders with intent. “Yes,” I whispered. “I wanted you at the party and I want you now…and forever.”
It was all he needed to hear.
Cade rammed all eight inches inside of me in one deep thrust.
I screamed and he groaned gutturally, my muscles clenching around his thickness. He gripped my hips and started slamming his cock into my cunt, his masculine grunts echoing in my ear. “Tight little virgin, all mine to sully, hm?” he taunted, licking the shell of my ear. “You’re taking it so well.”Thrust. “Squeezing me so good.”Thrust. “Fitting me so perfectly.”Thrust. “You were made for my cock.”Thrust. “Made forme.”Thrust. “You like it, don’t you?”Thrust. “Getting fucked in the woods after being chased like a prey?”
I moaned in agreement, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“I knew you were a sinner,” he grated. “Just like me, baby.”
Raw. Animalistic. Dirty. My dark fantasy fucked me for all I was worth. He bounced his thick cock inside of me with savageness, treating me like his personal fuckdoll. I was his to mold, his to use, his to break. Every breath in my lungs was laced with the taste and smell of him. Earth, leather, wood, sin. Like a maestro, he played my body to a tune that never failed to bring me straight to euphoria.
A hunger like nothing I ever experienced before clawed at my insides. Under the sway of the full moon, carnal lust spread through me. I licked the tattoos on his right arm. Sucked the skin on his shoulders. Bit the chain housing my promise ring. Squeezed the muscles of his ass in encouragement. Raked mynails along his back and broke skin. I did all of that while being reduced to a whining, incoherent mess. “More, more, more.”
As he worked himself to the hilt over and over again, he brushed the spot inside of me that broke my dam, causing a small burst to rush out of me and cover our slapping sexes.
Cade went feral when I squirted, fucking me faster, harder, and deeper than before, wrapping his hand around my throat. Holding me in place as he forced me to justtake, take, take, until I was breathless from his grip and on the verge of my release.
A fine sheen of perspiration glittered on his inked body as drove into me, the sound of our skins smacking against one another amplified in the woods. Cade looked magnificent under the moonlight, succumbing to our passion.
“My beautiful bloody bride,” he growled, tightening his hand around my throat. “Play with your clit. Make your pussy come around my dick. I want to feel you milking the cum out of me like a filthy girl.”
Trembling, I snaked my hand down to rub my sensitive clit and glanced at the erotic picture of his fat cock pushing into my small cunt. His length glistened with my arousal and a smear of blood, a telltale sign that I got my periods since I was due.
“Do you like the way we look, Ximena?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Good. Get used to it.” He slapped my tits with both hands. “Because from now on, you’ll be spending every night on your back servicing me until we’re both satisfied.” Then he twisted my nipples until I moaned from the pleasure and pain. “Until we take our dying breaths, baby.”
“Until you find me again in the next lifetime?” I murmured vulnerably, heart pounding fast for him.
He gave me a wolfish smile and leaned down to whisper against my lips, “Promise, pretty girl.”
With my teeth, I frantically tugged his ski mask over hismouth and latched onto his lips with a needy noise. Kissing him wildly. Licking theELLAtattoo. Sucking on his tongue. All while he braided his fingers with mine and brought them above my head, reciprocating my demanding kisses as he gave me more of his cruel lovemaking.
Skin on skin, breath with breath, heart to heart, we watched each other as we neared our completion. The way he gazed at me in reverence undid me. I thrived being the center of his universe. He made me feel cherished, powerful, and untouchable.
It wasn’t long before we came together, our shouts and groans resounding in the air.
Panting, Cade laid his forehead to mine, a shudder moving through his muscular body. I held him to me, removing his mask and caressing my fingers over his face in gratitude.
He created this whole fantasy for me.
