Fuck, her fear tasted so good.
Iwas screwed.
Literally and metaphorically.
Michael was going to fuck me out here, I knew it—and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside me again.
Which one of us was more fucked up?
The man who’d stalked a woman and showed up at her house to chase her through the woods? Or the woman who was both terrified and excited as she pulled on the ropes he’d tied her with?
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, your pussy will have me memorized. She’ll ache without me inside her.”
My arms scraped against the bark as I tugged at the ropes holding them. He moved between my legs, his hands grasping my breasts,kneading them roughly. I gasped as he gripped me hard enough to leave bruises, but it didn’t stop my pussy from clenching, wishing he’d move his attention.
He lifted his mask just above his lips and leaned down to trap one of my nipples between his teeth. The fucker bit down hard enough to make my back arch, stretching it away from my body before releasing it. He did the same to the other one before standing and freeing his cock from his pants, once again leaving me the only fully naked player of this game.
“You’ve been such a good little slut,” he said, the mixture of praise and degradation jarring something deep inside me, leaving me wanting more. “I think it’s time I reward you.”
He lined his cock up with my center and pushed inside me, just enough for me to start feeling the stretch. One of his hands wrapped around the bottom of my restrained thigh, the other digging into my hip. With his new grip on me, he slammed inside in one thrust, pain exploding behind my eyes and shuddering through my body.
He chuckled as I yelled out, but my pain was quickly confused with pleasure when one of his hands found my clit, rubbing it, forcing my body to relax around him.
“There you go,” he praised me in a whisper. “That’s it, baby. Relax. Be a good girl and take my cock. Let yourself feel it, Avery. How your body melts for me, begs for me. How it aches when I touch it. “ He threw his head back on a groan. “You’re drippingfor me… So fucking wet.” His head snapped back up, and I could feel his hidden eyes staring into me. “You loved being hunted down like prey, like a helpless little animal.”
He was right. I was wet before he’d even laid a hand on me. Despite my mind telling me to run from the psycho who was going to hurt me and probably leave me out here for dead, my body told me to embrace it, to let him have his way with me, to take my pleasure to heights I’d never experienced.
“You’re such a fucking slut for me,” he continued, pulling out slowly then pushing in at the same torturous pace. “You were made for me. Can you feel that? This isn’t a game. We aren’t playing—we’re meant for this. You were made for me, kitten. Mine.” His words were electric, forbidden, leaving me flushed and breathless, stuck in a drug-like haze.
The small desire to escape from him went up in flames, burned to a fucking crisp as my body ignited for him.
“Please,” I pleaded, wanting more of him instead of my freedom. “More.”
His victorious smile warmed my chest. The spread of his lips was full of desire, of promise I didn’t quite understand. “Brace yourself.”
As if I could.
Michael slammed himself inside me with so much force, my back tore against the bark. He ignored my cries, fucking me with unrelenting intensity. He fucked me like it was his only purpose,like I was the object of his obsession. Each of his thrusts were brutal, deliberate, like he was trying to carve himself into me, mark me from the inside out.
I moaned. I screamed his name. I pulled at the ropes holding me in place.
“That’s right, Avery. Scream for me. Let the whole town know who owns this cunt.” He leaned in, nearly about to kiss me, his breath hot against my lips, driving me crazy. “It’s all mine, kitty. Mine to fuck, mine to use until you can’t take anymore.”
“Michael…” I groaned, wishing he’d shut up and kiss me before I lost my mind, needing something to ground me, to bring me back to Earth.
It was the most overwhelming, intense pleasure I’d ever felt, and I knew I was never going to be the same.
He clenched his jaw as a sinister chuckle vibrated from him. One of his hands wrapped around my throat, the other cupping my ass and adjusting the angle. His thrusts grew more rapid and harder—muchharder.
“Fuck! Please stop! I can’t ta—Ple—Mich—”
I couldn't even get my words out. He felt good, but my body was being pushed to its limit and then some. I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer.
“You can take it,” he growled. “You can take it all, Avery. You’ve alreadydone so well.”
Encouragement continued to spill from his lips, dark and relentless. My desire for his approval grew, wrapping around me, giving him everything he came for.
My body shook as I came around him, the pain, the pleasure, the intensity pushing me over the edge. My ears rang, my thighs tightened, and my eyes squeezed shut as I rode it out, begging for it to end and loving every second until it did.
