I try to buck him off and only succeed in rubbing my ass against his crotch.
He chuckles and releases my arms long enough to unzip himself. I struggle, but his weight has pinned me, and all too soon, he’s setting his cock at my entrance. He rubs it there, and I freeze like a deer in the hunter’s sight. He’s going to take me now. No more preparation. No condom, no lube. He doesn’t need the latter, and I agreed to the former. I have an IUD, and the club tests both of us to make sure we don’t have STDs.
The head of his cock presses inside. I moan at the stretch. It hurts, and I want more.
His first thrust has me seeing stars. I’m cumming, clawing at whatever I can touch and thrashing underneath him. He growls and grips my arms, pinning me as he fucks me into the cold ground. I scrabble at the dirt, trying to find purchase. It’s rough and primal, with the leaves in the trees hissing overhead and the moon a silent witness to our depravity.
His cock bottoms out, bumping my cervix, and I orgasm so hard light supernovas behind my eyes. It’s been too long—years—since I’ve been with a partner. Years since I’ve been properly dicked down. And never like this. He hits all the secret, sensitive spots inside me. My womb quakes, and I’m drowning in wave after wave of bliss.
“Ah, yes.” He sounds pained. My inner muscles are rolling, milking his cock. “Fuck yes, bunny. You have such a sweet”—thrust—“little”—thrust—“cunt.”
Why am I so wet? Why does this thrill me? Why am I so excited and closer to another orgasm faster than I’ve ever been?
It has to be the after-effect of adrenaline. In a study I read, people say they feel more attracted to someone when they meet during a stressful time. Like the adrenaline response, heightened heart rate, and sweaty palms come together in a perfect combination. Is it arousal? Or is it fear?
The body is easily confused.
My thoughts are gone, and my body is taking over. It probably thinks it’s about to die; it’s ready and going to ride every wave of pleasure before it goes. This is the survival response in its most amped-up, crazed form.
If I survive this night, I’ll never forget being fucked by a monster in the deep woods. It’ll be enshrined forever as the best fuck of my life.
Godsdammit.
Finally, the hunter grinds his hips against my ass and shudders. In a series of subtle jerks, his cock pumps cum into me, filling me up and setting off more deep flutters inside my belly.
He eases off me enough that I can push up to a sitting position on my left hip. Dirt is ground into my bare skin, and my hair is full of leaves and debris from the forest floor. I’m shivering and wincing from the bruises left by his rough handling. My sex is throbbing from his punishing thrusts, and so is my right ankle and not in a good way.
I try to rise, and my ankle twinges. It won’t take my weight, but I’m desperate to get away. Without his warmth, I’m freezing, and cum is trickling down my leg. I crawl on my hands and knees until a shadow falls over me. His boots pace to my side, and he reaches down to dig his fingers into my messy curls. The tug sends pain shooting through my scalp as he draws my head back. “Going somewhere, bunny?”
I lash out, punching his knee and thighs, flailing in my attempt to hit his dick. He drags me to my knees and tries to lift me to my feet, but as soon as I put weight on my right ankle, I scream in pain and fall.
I end up back on my hands and knees, with him leaning over me. Something soft and warm falls over my head. Suffocating black fabric. He’s taken off his hood and pulled it over my head. Blindfolding me.
Inside the hood, it’s hot and smells like him. He’s everywhere, his scent and touch my whole world. I thrash, but he’s at my back, pinning me, finding my entrance, and pushing inside me again. I’m sore but sopping wet.
He subdues me, and my body gives in, lubricating to ease his way. The rougher he gets, the faster my orgasm rises. Grass and rocks tear into my naked flesh as he grinds me into the earth, and the bite of pain sends pleasure flaring through me. The harder he pounds into me, the harder I fight my own surging need. My orgasm is coming, inexorable. A nuclear explosion that will obliterate everything I am.
It’s too much, but it’s no use. The white-hot edge of pleasure slices into me, and I am undone.
I dig my fingers into the muddy earth and scream. Ecstasy crackles through me, breaking me apart. I can’t escape. It surges again and again. I sob into the hood. The fabric is sodden, sticking to my face. It’s stifling, but I’m grateful for a place to hide because I can’t escape the pleasure pulsing through me.
“Yes, little red. You’re so good, taking my cock like this. You feel so good,” the Wolf keeps murmuring into my neck. My mind is fragmented; I’m drifting in the dark. I pull his sweet nothings around me like a shelter.
“You take me so well.” His cock swells, and he cums, spurting inside me over and over again. I lie there, taking it, and feel a faint sense of satisfaction. His cum is hot, and he’s so deep he’s battering my cervix. No man’s ever filled me like this before.
He rises off me. Immediately, I miss his warmth, his weight. The sweat cools on my skin, and I shiver, coming back to myself. I’m bruised and chilled.
Before I can move, he pulls me up. I’m still in the dark, hot world of his hood. I can’t see, so I’m reaching out to orient me, but he lifts me off my feet. The world tilts, and I cry out. I endup upside down, my hair and arms hanging down. He must have thrown me over his shoulder.
I tear off the hood and suck in fresh air, but it’s all I can do. I’m in no position to do more than brace against his jean-clad ass and try to push myself up. He folds an arm over my legs and steadies me with a hand on my bare ass as he strides through the trees.
“What are you doing?” I cry. He smacks the back of my thigh.
“The night’s far from over, little red. We’re not done.”
Jaeger
I pacethrough the pines with the little redhead slung over my shoulder like a fresh kill. I’m heading southwest, following the trail only a select few know is here.
