I reallyhaveforgotten how to breathe. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting to see what he does next.
He shoves my coat the rest of the way off then goes to wrench away my shirt. My hands immediately fly up to cover his, so inconsequential and small in comparison, but it doesn’t even matter. He smacks them away and rips apart the fabric with disturbing ease.
My shirt falls open, torn at the seams by his brutal hands.
Sharp, icy air rushes me, attacking my now-exposed chest and making my nipples hard even through my bra.
“No!” I gasp, scrabbling some more.
But even as I try to push away his hands with mine he’s able to keep going. He tugs the cups of my bra down, exposing my bare breasts to the frigid winter cold and then gruffly moves onto the leggings I’m wearing.
“Stop it!” I cry out, squirming out of desperation. “Get away from me!”
My breasts have sprung free, heavy and aching in the icy air. It only takes seconds for my nipples to for stiff peaks, stinging from the low temperatures while the hot desire inside me serves as a contrast.
I’m so damn confused as I smack away his hands and twist against him, pinned helplessly to the tree.
His fingers hook inside the band of my leggings then shove the spandex all the way down my hips. I skipped panties today, so dazed and triggered from everything that’s happened I wasn’t myself when I got dressed.
Now it seems like a terrible mistake as the spandex slides down my thighs and my pussy’s exposed.
“NO!” I scream at the top of my lungs in some vain hope somebody’ll hear me. I claw at his broad shoulder, drawing a red line into his skin. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?! TELL ME!”
But he never offers any answers.
He doesn’t give me anything but the thick, throaty grunt he releases as he wrenches the leggings the rest of the way off and then flattens me against the tree. His arms hook under my thighs and force them around his waist.
He’s hard. His large, heavy erection presses into me.
I’m shivering and naked and outraged but also ashamed that my pussy’s slick. She’s wet and throbbing as my legs band around him and I slash away at his chest and shoulders.
If it pains him, he doesn’t show any signs it does.
My nails sinking into his skin make no difference as his breathing deepens and he buries his masked face into the crook of my neck again, smelling me some more.
Then he’s undoing his own pants and pulling out his dick. I barely get a look at it as he cages me against the tree and thrusts himself deep inside me.
Fuck!
I scream the word inside my head as my eyes screw shut and I’m forced to take him. It’s as big as the rest of him; his dick wide and girthy enough I question if he really is human. My nails sink into his shoulder all over again, thighs spread wide and pussy stretching to take him.
He groans his approval, grinding his hips against mine, burying his dick deep inside me.
It feels like he’s in my fucking stomach.
I’m clinging to him not even by choice. More so out of shock as my pussy tingles and aches. I’ve never taken a man so large. A man so insistent and dominant.
…because he hardly waits before he’s drawing his hips back and then shoving himself back inside all over again.
I cry out sharply as I’m forced to take him whole—or as much of him that can fit inside me. He’s so big, he can’t fit his entire length.
He doesn’t let it slow him down. He doesn’t hesitate.
His hips are wild and frantic drilling into me. His thrusts are a burst of dominant, vicious energy as he quickly starts pounding into me, bashing away at a pleasure spot inside my pussy.
I have no choice but to hang onto him and bear the brutal force. For me to find some blips of pleasure among the stinging pain and unbearable stretch of him.
He’s truly untamed, fucking me like the beast he is.
