Quinn clutches the bark tighter and sucks air through her teeth. I swirl my tongue over the bite to ease the sting, and she relaxes. When I bite again, she tenses. It’s a glorious game of push and pull, and we’ll both win in the end. I’ll make sure of it.
Gripping her ass, I raise her hips just a bit to give me access to her dripping cunt. The son of a bitch is practically weeping with need, and I have just what it craves. I raise the blade and run the dull end through her slit.
Realizing the danger, Quinn sucks in another breath and holds it. Her pussy quivers as I flip the knife around and force the handle inside her. It’s only three inches, but it’s enough to have her standing on tiptoe and letting out a whimper.
Good lass. Let me have my way.
I watch as her pussy grips the handle with each pass I make. My tongue slides out to catch a bit of her excitement as it slips down the blade, and metallic essence coats my mouth. Ma always said it was a bad idea to lick knives, but frosting is easier to say no to than Quinn’s pleasure. I’d thrust my tongue into a drawer full of knives if it meant getting a taste of her.
When I’ve had enough, I pull the handle from her and push my mouth to the source. She tries to step away, but I slide under her and wrap my arms around her thighs to prevent her from going anywhere. With my back against the tree trunk, she’s locked in place.
I pull down, urging her to sit fully on my face. I want to drown in her. She refuses, as most women do, likely because she thinks she’s too big. Here is a fun fact for all women. We dinnae care! Please suffocate us. The thicker the thighs, the sweeter the demise.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she whimpers, and I immediately pull away. She grips my head and pulls it back toward her pussy. “What are you doing? I said I was about to come!”
I lower the mask, slide out from under her, and grip her hair again. The men in those books don’t typically cater to the woman’s needs. They’re selfish and wanton with their passion, so that’s what I’ll give her tonight. She grunts as I force her to look forward again, but she understands what’s happening whenI start to raise her dress. She tries to help, but I take her hands and place them on the tree. When she pulls them away, I slap her ass and put them back where I want them.
“That’s not a good way to get me to do what you want,” she says with a cheeky smirk as she pulls her hands away again.
This brat.
I smack her ass again, then pull out the blade. When she spots it, she puts her hands back on the tree.
Good fucking lass. Stay just like that.
I position myself behind her and press my erection against her entrance. A long, low moan rolls from her mouth with every inch that slowly enters her. When I’ve fully soaked my length, I pull back and give her more force with the next thrust. Maybe too much, because her head bumps against the tree. I ease back to give her more room to adjust, and I nearly stumble over a fucking rock.
These things didn’t happen in the book.
But I won’t be deterred. I’m determined to give Quinn the fantasy fucking of her dreams if it’s the last thing I do.
I move my grip to her hips and push forward. This time, she angles so that her shoulder braces against the tree, giving me the freedom to fuck her however I want. My pelvis slaps against her ass as I pick up speed—the only sound, apart from our heavy breathing and her occasional whimpers.
When I’m about to come, I pull out of her and spin her around. The dress is in tatters, yet she looks like a wild forest goddess. She looks like she badly needs to be kissed, too.
I raise a gloved hand and cover her eyes. Realizing what I want, she brushes my hand to the side and closes her eyes herself. I lift the mask enough to expose my mouth so that I can kiss her.
Our mouths meet with equal hunger. Her hands wind around my waist and pull me closer, and I grind myself against her.She reaches between us and grips my girth, moaning into my mouth, and I have to be inside her again. I don’t care if I fill her immediately.
I lower the mask and step back enough to bend and get my arms beneath her thighs. I stand and brace her back against the tree as I lower her onto me. Her hands weave behind my neck, and she looks into my eyes as I bounce her on my cock. Each time she slams down, I grind upward to give her all of me and tease her swollen clit.
Loud music blares from somewhere nearby, and Iron Tiger roars across the tracks in the distance. The circus show must be over, meaning we’re running out of time. In just a few minutes, anyone could wander down one of the nearby paths and spot us.
Quinn’s head tips back as she lets out the most animalistic moan I’ve ever heard. Heartbeats squeeze my throbbing cock as she comes, and I release inside her. As my heat fills her, the cries rise until she’s practically screaming. Our pleasure realized, we collapse in a breathless heap at the base of the tree.
“That...was incredible,” Quinn pants as she lies back. “Oh my god, I never knew it could be like this.”
I give her a thumbs-up, because same.
She grows quiet, and I turn my head to check on her. I expect to see her basking in the glow of one hell of an orgasm, but she just looks sad. I sit up and place a hand on her thigh, and she turns to look at me.
“Sorry, just in my head,” she says with a wan smile. “Well, I guess this is goodbye.”
Jesus, she looks like she’s about to cry. I have to do something to make her feel better. Maybe if she thinks I’ll pine after her, it will help. I grab the phone.
Doesn’t have to be goodbye. We could still sneak around.
I really like you, Quinn.
