Pressing my mouth to the shell of her ear, I growl, “Run.”
She gets up so damn fast I can feel the zipper of her jeans scrape against the back of my hand, and she hops down off of the tailgate before hauling ass into a line of trees, glancing over her shoulder at me with that wicked grin I fucking love.
Climbing out of the truck bed, I lean against the tailgate and shout into the trees while I count. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!” I palm my swelling cock, already aching, while I force myself to stay in place. “Five! Four! Three! Two! Fuckingone!”
I take off so fast, I can feel the grass slip under my feet while I make my way through the tree line, following the direction she ran off in.
I follow a line of trees with a little more space between them than the others, figuring this is the path she would have followed; she’s not as familiar with it out here as I am. My feet catch on something and I stumble forward, catching myself before I fall; she ditched her fucking pants.
Leaves crunch not too far away from me, and I snap my head in the direction of the sound with a smirk playing at my lips. “I hear you, Sugar,” I taunt her.
I take off toward her, following the sound of a stifled giggle while I breeze past another row of trees, until she comes into my line of sight. I push myself harder, picking up speed, and I grab onto the ends of her hair.
“Game over,” I tell her.
“No it’s not!”
Her hand whips behind her head, yanking her hair to free it from my grip, and she speeds ahead of me, hooking a sharp right between tightly-packed trees big enough for her tiny frame to squeeze through, but not so much mine.
“Fuck.” I move around the trees to find a wider opening, trying to keep my eyes on her; trying to ignore the ache in my cock while I track her down. “Do you know how much trouble you’re in when I find you?”
A quiet shriek comes in from the left of me and I take off in the direction of it, pushing off of a tree trunk next to me. There’s not much more room for her to run before she hits another clearing, so I take my time as I near the edge of the copse. I hear a frustrated‘shit’and hold back my laughter as she reaches the border, knowing she’s about to turn around.
As she rushes past me, I throw my arms around her, and she lets out a piercing scream. “I told you, you’re in fucking trouble,” I growl into her ear, holding onto her with one arm while I use the other to shove my jeans down my legs.
“Come and take what’s yours, then,” she breathes, looking over her shoulder at me.
Balling her panties in my hands, I pull hard, tearing them away from her body, and I toss them onto the ground next to us.
I wrap my arm around her middle and lower her to the ground with me, pushing inside of her with a groan as my hand works it way up to wrap firmly around her throat. I pant against her ear with every hard thrust, bringing my fingers to work either side of her clit.
Her thighs clamp around my hand with a loud whimper as she throws her head back.
“You keep those legs wide open for me, Sugar.”
Against the shuddering of her body, she does as I tell her, spreading her legs again to drape them over either side of me, and I give her more of my cock as a reward. Her hand reaches behind us, her nails digging in as they scratch against the skin at the back of my neck, and I lean close to bite her ear.
“Oh god,” she whimpers, “you feelsofucking good.”
Bringing my hand from her throat to her face, I hook two fingers into her mouth, holding it open. “Louder, Sugar,” I growl, “I want the entire town to hear how much you like getting fucked.”
My thrusts are hard and unforgiving, forcing noise out of her no matter how hard she tries to hold back. She cries out as loud as she did that first night in my hotel room, and my spine tenses in response.
Flipping us, I pin her beneath me while I drive into her, forcing her to claw at the ground beneath us while she whines. “Fuck,” I breathe against her ear as my balls tighten. “I love this pussy.”
Her entire body shakes and another moan courses through her while she tightens around me, and I give her a few more hard thrusts while she comes, bringing myself right along with her with a loud moan of my own.
Once we’ve both come down, we trek back through the path we took to get here until we find her discarded jeans, and I cackle as I pick them up. “Did you think it would make you faster?”
“They were slipping!” She laughs with a slap to my chest.
After slipping back into her jeans, Sophia climbs back into the truck bed, digging through the cooler. “You broughtsandwiches?”
“Well yeah,” I chuckle, “we were gonna need food.”
“For a big, bad wolf, you sure are cute,” she teases.
“Hush up.”
