My blood heats up, electrified by the pleasure he’s bringing. Even the pain causes adrenaline to surge and makes me cry out.
He drives into me harder and faster, slamming his hips back and forth. His palms grope at my soft skin and leave marks I know will bruise and hurt even more later.
But I anchor myself against him, losing myself in the steady, fast motion. In his drilling hips and thick dick that sinks deep inside my quivering, slick pussy. My legs tighten around him, the heels of my feet digging into his ass as he takes me with barbaric hunger.
His rhythm is relentless and wild, hips more beast than man, his body acting on the most primitive instinct.
One hand twists in my curls, yanking my head back against the tree, and he buries his masked face into my throat. His teeth gnaw at the skin through the opening in his mask, his tongue then poking out to lick me up.
It’s as if he can’t control himself. He has to experience me in every way there is to experience me.
I’m crying out without even knowing what I’m saying. It’s gibberish, my mouth hanging open as he drives deeper and deeper ’til it feels like he’s about to rip me in two.
I cope by dragging my nails across the broad, muscular ridges of his back. I mark him up, causing blood to bead in morbid patterns.
He simply grunts into my ear and works his hips even faster. He thrusts into me ’til I’m battered and swollen, pinned against the tree, my pussy spasming as finally pleasure reaches an all-time high.
The angle is everything—he’s found the exact spot I need, stroking it deep and setting off a firestorm of nerve endings. I can feel the flex of the slick muscles on his back as he finally sinks deep enough my orgasm is triggered.
Suddenly, I’m falling apart. I’m holding onto him for leverage as it feels like I’d melt into the snow otherwise.
The pleasure crashes down over me. My pussy tingles so hard it aches. It almost hurts as my walls quiver and grip at his thick dick.
I’m screaming into the winter air before I even realize I am. What I’m yelling, I’m not even sure. It’s possibly not even English—possibly just gibberish—as he drills away and even my clit throbs against the friction of his hips colliding with mine.
The snap and grind of our bodies is so damn shameless. It’s so damn intense I don’t know down from up.
All I know is him. His hips crashing against me. His dick buried deep. His grunts and pants as he fucks me like the beast he is.
The moment is raw and uninhibited as snowflakes fall around us and the bark tears up my back.
But I don’t give a shit. The only thing that matters in the moment is the pleasure lighting me up. The tingles in my pussy as I clench around his dick and he buries himself to the hilt then grunts so thickly, I realize he can’t take it anymore.
He’s reached his fill too.
More pleasure tingles up my spine, setting every nerve on fire.
Our hands are everywhere, fisting hair and bruising skin. He unloads himself inside me, his cum hot and thick and gushing.
His hips are operating on such a primitive drive that his thrusts are spasmodic even after he’s come. They continue thrusting away against me ’til he’s emptied every drop of himself inside my swollen, slick pussy.
Then he’s grunting my name. He’s breathing so heavily, he buries his masked face against my throat and groping my frozen, naked body. I’m panting just as heavily, so overcome by lust and pleasure I’m dizzy.
I’ve never… come so hard. I’ve never been so consumed by raw need I lost myself like this.
But he’s brought it out of me. He’s shown me things I crave that I didn’t even realize I did.
…that I was probably too afraid to admit I do.
Finally, he draws back enough that my shaky legs drop from his waist. I’m barely able to stand on my own—and even then, the tree is doing half the heavy lifting.
He drags his faded Santa Claus pants back up, buckling the belt and stepping back.
My mouth opens as if to ask him a question, but I’m not even sure what to ask after everything that’s happened.
What is there even to say at this point? How can I even begin to make sense of this?
He seems to agree as he turns and then strides off, disappearing between the trees.
