“I will do anything, Tess,” he vows. “I will fill you up as often as you want, and put my baby in you, and you’ll scream with pleasure every time.”
I’m just as eager. I wrap an arm around his shoulders and the other his chest, and press myself to him, even as he’s already got me held tight.
He devours me. Any restraint he’d been exerting—and it seems as though it was a lot—is gone. He rips at both our clothes while also carrying me until my back presses against smooth bark. He’s seemingly unable to stop touching me, but also desperate to get me naked.
“Fuck, Tess, I have to have you. I’ve been waiting forever for you.” He drags up the skirt of my dress while I’m struggling with his trousers and trying to keep kissing him. I need him so much. His massive cock strains against the fabric and I struggle to release it. He pushes into my hand until our hips crash together, and the hot iron bar of his erection is so hard it almost hurts pressing against me.
The lick of fear that he’s so big he’ll rearrange my organs, only burns my desire hotter.
“We need these off…” He grapples with my knickers, digging the elastic into my hip as he uses his body to hold me against the tree trunk. Then with a growl of frustration, he rips the cotton and I’m bare.
He cups my pussy roughly with one hand and I gasp as a bolt of arousal goes through me.
“Ohhh,” he groans. “So wet. My good girl.”
“Please.” Trapped between his hard body holding me up, and the tree at my back, is unhinged. But I love it. I’m buzzing from the chase, from his saying he loves me, and desire for him. It’s so dark now I can hardly see him, but that doesn’t matter because I feel him. He’s here, with me, and my heart is full to bursting.
“You want me to fuck a baby into you?” he rasps, and the words shiver pleasurably down my spine.
“Yes. Yes.” I try again to get at his trousers, but he brushes me away.
His mouth takes mine in a possessive kiss, his tongue in my mouth, his teeth nipping and his lips a bold slide. I hear the flick of leather as he undoes his belt, and then a rustle of fabric as he shoves his trousers down.
I moan as his hot, velvet covered erection presses against my inner thighs. I spread my legs eagerly.
“That’s it, open for me, lapochka,” he says against my lips. “You’re so precious, so perfect. So wet and soft.” He strokes my face and his voice is husky. “I’m going to break you, and make youmine.”
The tip of his cock is blunt and huge, the metal ring sending an extra flare of sensation through me as he presses against my entrance. I link my hands at the back of his neck and when he shifts his hand to hold my bottom, I push towards him, a tinglingpromise of pleasure where he’s just beginning to stretch and fill me. I wrap my legs around his waist, entirely held by him.
He grips me tight, then pauses.
I writhe, trying to get him closer. The way he’s nearly there, at the edge, is tantalising, and the anticipation is ratcheting up my need.
“I love you,” he breathes, and pushes into me.
I exhale with him, but it’s partly a wail, as pain and rightness spear me. He slides in far more easily than I ever imagined he would.
“You’re too big.” I’m begging, but whether it’s for more, or for him to stop, I have no idea.
“You were made to take my cock,” he growls. “Breathe through it.”
I do, drawing in so much air it’s dizzying.
“That’s it,” he croons.
It works. The pressure is easing, my body accommodating him.
“You’re so tight, my beautiful girl.” He’s shaking, and so am I. His lips are unsteady as he kisses me. “I love you, and if I could take your pain myself, I would, ten times over.”
Then he slides another inch deeper, and I gasp as the stretch hurts again.
“But I promise I’ll make it good for you as I use your pussy, and your mouth.”
Why is that so sweet when it’s absolutely filthy? I melt. Relaxing into this. Giving in to him.
He groans as he shifts, pulling out a little and pushing further. “I’ll fill you up, everywhere. Breed you.”
I make a wordless sound of agreement, because that is the hottest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever heard.Breed me. Like we’re animals.
