But the single solitary word goes ignored. He grinds the base of his palm even harder against my pussy and creates a friction born from callouses and roughhewn skin.
My eyes squeeze shut, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from making any more noises.
On the inside, I’m thrumming with an ever-intensifying pleasure. Sharp shivers hold me captive as I fight against how damn good his touch feels.
He doesn’t even seem like he’stryingto bring me pleasure—simply grinding his palm against my pussy like some beast would, yet before I realize what’s happened, I’m panting and flushed with arousal.
He presses his masked face against the side of my throat and his tongue pokes out from the slim opening at the mouth to lick at the slim column.
I twitch in his arms at the sudden, abrasive, warm, wet feel of him.
But that’s not to say his tongue doesn’t feel good. It inspires another burst of hot sparks throughout my body as he licks at my throat and grinds his palm into my pussy.
I have no fucking idea what’s happening right now.
How I’ve wound up chased into the woods by some masked beast only to be caught and then fondled to near-orgasm.
Yet as the pleasure rises inside my body, I can’t even bring myself to protest. I find myself arching back against him and grinding into his calloused palm as he licks and then bites at my throat through the mask.
Who even is this man? Why did he chase me? Why has he captured me and started to pleasure me?
I wish I had the answers as he sinks two thick fingers inside me. I cry out at the intrusion, going still again at the feel of him inside me.
His breathing deepens. He nuzzles his masked face against my throat and squeezes me tighter in his arms, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me.
“No…” I pant, pushing back against him. “Stop!”
But my breathy pleas go ignored as he only increases the tempo. His thick fingers slide into me quicker and harder and deeper, and the arm he has barred across my stomach clenches down to steal more air from my lungs.
He heaves uneven, husky breathes as his digits pleasure me, growing rougher and more persistent as he pushes his fingers into me, and I squirm and cry out against the invasion.
It’s like I’m being caught between two halves of myself—one half recognizes this is wrong, so damn wrong, and pushes and thrashes against him.
And then there’s the other part of me, awakened by lust and the pleasurable thrum in my body, eager for more of his rough, suffocating thrusts.
She’s the one who makes me grind back against him and whose pussy ripples around his fingers as he toys with me, adding his thumb to my clit.
Can I really blame her when I’m so close? As pleasure rises up so high and so intense that it hovers for a moment over the edge.
I hold my breath as his thumb flicks at my clit and his fingers sink deep, and then it’s a flood of everything I’ve been keeping inside.
The fear, the curiosity, the loneliness, and excitement and hope.
All of it rushes out of my body in a stream of tingly pleasure. I lock up in his hold as his fingers remain deep inside my slick, throbbing channel.
He pants along with me, his breathing more thick and bestial than ever. It’s almost as if he’s turned on by me surrendering, by the pleasure he’s brought me so abruptly and out of nowhere.
His hot breath brushes against my ear as my mouth falls open and I scream my orgasm in his hold.
The world around me seems to spin, making me feel like I’m on some carnival ride.
Then, as gradually the intense pleasure subsides, I come back to earth and realize I’m clenched in his arms in the middle of the woods.
He licks at my throat a final time as if tasting my pulse, then releases me.
The air rushes in too cold and fast. My legs buckle under me, dropping me to the icy snow on the ground.
I plant my hands in front of me and push myself back up like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time.
