“You’re a fucking naughty girl,” I growl into her ear, tightening my grip on her wrists. “Wanting your sister’s fiancé so badly.”
Her entire body tenses at my words, muscles going rigid beneath my touch. That’s exactly what I want, to witness thatdelicious conflict. The taboo of what we’re doing only heightens the thrill.
“That’s right,” I continue, my breath hot against her neck. “Think about it. Think about Olivia planning our wedding while her sister gets fucked by her future husband.”
She whimpers, the sound caught between protest and arousal. My free hand slides around to the front of her jeans, finding the button. She didn’t make this easy on me by wearing tight denim instead of something I could easily tear away.
I pop the button open with ease, then drag the zipper down slowly, savoring each metallic click. Her breathing quickens as I hook my fingers into both her jeans and panties, tugging them down with a rough jerk. The cool night air hits her exposed skin, raising goosebumps I can feel beneath my fingers.
“Look at you,” I murmur, sliding my hand between her legs from behind. “Fighting so hard, running so fast, but your cunt knows exactly what it wants.”
My fingers find her pussy, soaked and hot despite her protests. I slide two fingers through her slick folds, collecting her wetness, before pushing them inside her tight heat.
“Fucking sopping wet,” I growl, curling my fingers forward to find that spot that makes her cry out. “Your cunt doesn’t lie, baby. It knows you’re mine.”
The wetness coating my fingers ignites something animalistic inside me. The hunt, the chase, her resistance has awakened something feral in my blood. I spin her around, her back now pressed against the rough bark, and drop to my knees before her.
“What are you—” she starts, but her words dissolve into a gasp as I yank her jeans and panties down further, exposing her completely to the moonlight.
Her pussy glistens in the silvery light, swollen and dripping with arousal that contradicts every protest that’s left her mouth.The sight of her breaks something inside me. Any remaining restraint shatters.
“I need to taste you,” I growl, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears.
I grab her thighs, spreading them wider, forcing her to brace herself against the tree trunk. Without warning, I bury my face between her legs, my tongue flattening against her slit in one long, possessive lick.
“Fuck,” I groan against her flesh, the taste of her flooding my senses. “So fucking sweet.”
Her hands fly to my hair, torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer. I grip her thighs harder, ensuring she can’t escape as I feast on her like a man starving. My tongue circles her clit before sucking it between my lips, drawing a broken cry from somewhere above me.
I devour her relentlessly, lapping at her wetness, drinking her in as though she’s water and I’ve been wandering the desert. My tongue plunges inside her, then returns to her clit, alternating between penetrating her and circling that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her thighs begin to tremble against my palms. I can feel her fighting the pleasure, fighting her own desire. Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more contact, more pressure.
I look up from between her legs, watching her face contort with unwanted pleasure as I consume her. Her eyes are squeezed shut, head thrown back against the tree, lip caught between her teeth as she tries to silence her moans.
I feel her pussy tightening against my tongue, her thighs trembling harder against my palms. She’s so fucking close. Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she fights the pleasure I’m forcing on her.
“Give it to me,” I growl against her slick flesh.
When she still resists, I decide to push her over the edge. I suck her swollen clit between my lips and graze it with my teeth—just the slightest nip, the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.
The effect is instantaneous. Her entire body convulses, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she comes violently against my mouth. Her pussy pulses and gushes, coating my tongue with her release as her body bucks uncontrollably.
Something in me snaps. All pretense of control evaporates, replaced by a hunger to claim this woman completely. I’m fucking driven by instinct.
I yank her jeans and panties down her legs, past her ankles, and over her shoes, tossing them carelessly aside. Standing quickly, I unbuckle my belt and free my cock with desperate, fumbling fingers. It springs out, rock hard and straining, the head already leaking.
Before she can recover from her orgasm, I grip her waist and lift her against the tree. Her back scrapes against rough bark as I position her pussy against the head of my cock, her legs instinctively wrapping around me.
“Hunter—” she starts, voice hoarse and breathless.
I thrust upward before she can finish, burying myself inside her in one savage stroke. The sensation is indescribable as her wet heat envelops me completely. A guttural sound rips from my chest, something between a growl and a groan as I finally feel her pussy stretched around my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my forehead dropping to rest against hers. “Fucking perfect.”
The relief is overwhelming, like quenching a thirst I’ve had for eternity. Her walls pulse around me, still sensitive from her orgasm, gripping me like she was made for this—made for me.
I hold her suspended against the tree, her pussy stretched tight around me, savoring the way her body trembles. My cock throbs inside her, every pulse a claim of ownership.
