“Don’t touch me,” she hisses, voice quavering. But her pupils are blown wide, her chest heaving with more than just exertion.
I lunge forward, grabbing her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head against a thick pine trunk. The leather mask distorts my laughter into something inhuman.
“Remember your safe words, Amelia,” I growl against her ear. “Red for stop. Yellow for slow. Green for more.” Ibite her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. “But I don’t think you want to stop, do you?”
“Fuck you,” she spits, struggling against my grip.
I tear what remains of her blouse from her body with my free hand, exposing her breasts to the night air. Her nipples harden instantly.
“Such a filthy mouth.” I cover it with my palm, feeling her hot breath against my skin. “I should put it to better use.”
She tries to knee me in the groin, but I anticipate it, trapping her leg between mine. The movement grinds our bodies together. Even through my jeans, I feel her heat.
“Stop pretending,” I rasp, sliding my hand from her mouth to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her eyes widen. “Your body can’t lie to me.”
My other hand releases her wrists to roughly grab her breast, pinching her nipple until she arches against me involuntarily.
“Red—yellow—green,” I remind her again, voice strained with need. “Choose one.”
She stays silent, glaring at me with defiance and unmistakable desire.
I spin her around, forcing her face-first against the tree. The bark scrapes her tender skin as I yank her skirt up around her waist. Her panties are soaked through when I tear them aside.
“Look at you, dripping for me while fighting me.” I unbuckle my belt, the metal jingling in the quiet forest. “Such a fucking contradiction.”
My fingers dig into her hips, hard enough to leave marks. She struggles, her ass grinding against my erection.
I slide my fingers between her legs, gathering her wetness. She’s soaked, her body betraying what her mouthdenies. From my back pocket, I produce a small tube of lube—I’ve come prepared for this hunt.
“No,” she gasps when she feels my slick finger circling her ass. “Not there. I don’t want?—”
I push a finger in anyway, feeling the tight resistance. Her virgin territory. Mine to claim.
“Stop!” she cries, her body tensing. But no safe word follows. Noredpasses her lips.
I add a second finger, stretching her slowly. Her protests continue, but her hips push back against my hand, her body accepting what her mind pretends to fight.
“You’ve never been taken here,” I growl against her ear, scissoring my fingers, stretching her. “I’m going to be your first. Your last. Your only.”
“Please, don’t—” Her voice breaks, but still no safe word.
I withdraw my fingers and position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing insistently against the tight ring of muscle. I pour more lube, coating myself generously.
“It’s too much,” she whimpers as I begin to push inside, meeting resistance.
Her back arches, trying to escape, but I hold her firmly against the tree. One hand grips her hip while the other tangles in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.
“Take it,” I command, driving forward with steady pressure. “Take all of me in that tight virgin ass.”
A strangled cry escapes her as I breach her fully, buried to the hilt in her tight hole. The vise-like grip around my cock nearly undoes me. I stay motionless, letting her body adjust, feeling her tremble.
I hold myself still inside her, savoring the way her bodygrips me, watching her shoulders shake with each ragged breath.
“No,” she gasps again, the word escaping between clenched teeth. “Take it out.”
But her body tells a different story. Her ass clenches around me, drawing me deeper. The contradiction makes my blood sing.
“Liar,” I hiss into her ear, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again. “Your mouth says no while your ass swallows my cock. Which one should I believe?”
