It’s designed to hurt. It’s designed to ruin me. He catches my nipple between two thick fingers and twists the erect bead, making me cry out further.
All while his thighs hold me down. His weight keeps me firmly planted in the snow.
The sense of urgency explodes inside me.
I decide I’m not going to be taken so easily. My screams ring out in the air as I thrash and fight. As pleasure and pain assault my body at the same time he gropes it.
But there’s no resisting him when I’m already as good as naked, only my coat to keep me from lying bare in the snow. The lingerie is a torn scrap loosely clinging to my body as he forces my thighs wide apart and then sinks two fingers deep in my pussy.
“Motherfucker!” I hiss at him, clawing at his shoulders. His chest and throat. Then his jaw, drawing a long line under the ridge of his mask.
He grabs me by the face, squeezing my cheeks in his firm grip, glaring down at me through the pitch-black holes that seem like an endless abyss.
A tremor of fear rocks me. But then it’s quickly followed by a different kind of tremor.
A sense of exhilaration from the danger and excitement of the moment.
…of the fact that this primitive, brutal stranger has hunted me in the dark woods and now he’s caught me and gets to have me.
My nipples are pebbles as he twists and tugs at them some more. Sparks of sharp, stinging pain pass through my breasts, making me even more breathless than I already am.
No one’s coming to save me; no one’s around to hear me scream.
The thought makes me even wetter. My pussy throbs harder.
But as turned on as I am, pussy slicked with arousal, I still keep fighting. I scratch at him, using my nails as claws, jerking and bucking against his heavy, solid body.
It’s part of the game for him. He simply grunts in return, one hand dropping to his belt buckle to undo his pants.
We’ve developed a dark and twisted dance without even coordinating one; it’s purely carnal and instinctual as we feed off each other.
My struggles turn him on and his dominant brutish behavior turns me on.
I want to be taken, and he wants to take me.
His dick juts free from the constraints of his faded Santa Claus pants, long and hard with drips of precum glistening from the head.
He strokes himself a couple times, then guides himself straight into me.
It’s an explosion of sensation all at once.
My body locks up as my jaw drops and my pussy tingles.
Within seconds, he’s thrusting away. His hips are a blur of motion as he strokes into me, quickly building to a hard, punishing rhythm.
I’m fucked into the snow. I’m fucked on the ground in the most primal way as he releases the kind of thick grunts that sound like music to my ears.
My head reels trying to process the sensory overload. I lay half numbed by the icy snow and half hot from the burning passion between us.
He fills me so damn good it’s mind blowing. His dick is large and long, stretching my pussy, breaking me open like no man ever has before.
I claw at the snow just trying to keep up with him, bare ass sinking into the snow as he drills into me.
He groans, grinding his hips and switching up the motion. My pussy clamps down, pleasure like a hot knife cutting through butter. I’m so far gone, I’m looking up at the sky. I’m swimming from the dizziness that’s come over me.
Every nerve ending in my body is either completely numbed or firing off on all cylinders.
He fucks me like I really am the game he’s caught. He’s a beast, and I’m the little helpless animal he’s devouring as his meal.
