I wait until she’s running again before catching up and pouncing, tackling her to the ground with my hand cradling her head. I do my best to not let any of my weight land on her as we both crash to the floor.
We somehow landed face to face with me lying on top of her, her face is a mask of fury as she kicks and thrashes, trying to get me off of her, but she can’t hide the glint of excitement in her eyes.
She’s fucking loving this, even if she won’t act like it.
But then again, I knew she would be like this.
I knew she would fight me, that’s what makes it all the more fun.
“Yessss,” I moan. “Keep fighting me, babe. It only makes me harder.”
“You’re a sick fuck,” she spits, her tone venomous.
I chuckle. “Yeah, but I’myoursick fuck.”
That makes her pause, her eyes widening before disbelief takes over her pretty features. “You really are insane.”
“Only for you, love.”
She grins. “Good,” she says before lifting her knee and hitting me in my gut, making me groan and grab it as pain has me momentarily breathless. She uses my distraction to move me off her and stands on shaky legs before taking off again and I can’t help but laugh.
I fucking taught her that move.
I scramble to my feet and head after her, the pain in my gut now nothing but an afterthought as I chase her down. She hadn’t gotten far in the time I was still down, so I’m able to catch up quickly.
This time, instead of tackling her to the ground, I grab her arms and spin her around so that she’s facing me before sweeping her legs out from beneath her before blanketing my body over hers.
She gives me a halfhearted shove and glares at me, making me smile behind the mask.
“Finished?” I ask once she finally stills and she huffs, giving me a pointed look that saysyou’re not giving me a choice.
I chuckle. “Go ahead and tell me you don’t want this, love. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll leave you alone. Tell me that you don’t crave me just as much as I do you. Tell me that this isn’t what you want, what you need.”
She opens her mouth before snapping it shut and rolling her lips inward.
That’s what I thought.
“You can’t, can you?” I murmur and pin her arms about her head.
“You want to hate me, but you can’t. You don’t want to want me, yet you can’t stop your body from reacting to me. Are you wet, love?” I whisper, leaning down so that my face is directly above hers. “You are, aren’t you? You’re fucking dripping for me, drenched with need and soaking your panties from running through the forest, knowing that I’m chasing after you.”
Again, she doesn’t respond, and that just won’t do.
“Answer me,” I demand, and she whimpers, her body squirming in my hold.
“Gracie,” I warn.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m wet for you.”
Fuck.
“Yeah, you are,” I murmur before reaching down and undoing the zipper on my jeans and pulling out my aching dick. “And I’m so fucking hard for you.”
I sit back on my knees, keeping her hands held firmly in mine while fisting my cock. My palm is placed right next to the bracelet I gifted her—the bracelet that she still hasn’t taken off—and a thrill runs through me. “You look so fucking pretty like this, babe,” I rasp and start moving my fist quicker.
“There’s only one way you’ll look even better.”
I continue working myself, loving the way she writhes beneath me with her eyes fixated on my dick, barely breathing, not even blinking, and as soon as her teeth clamp down on her lower lip, I groan, my hand fumbling to lift her hoodie and shirt before cum spurts from my cock and I cover her stomach in my release.
