I wanted it. I wanted to taste him, to have him mark me this way too. I wanted to be the reason for that look in his eyes, for the ragged sounds he was making. My clit throbbed even harder. My body was on fire.
He wrapped a hand around the thick shaft of his cock, pumping hard once, twice. “Open your mouth,” he demanded. “Stick out your tongue.”
I obeyed instantly, my body humming with anticipation. He stroked himself right over my face, the shaft of his cock slick and dark, his breathing loud in the quiet forest. The sight was the most beautiful and obscene thing I had ever seen.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “Stick out your tongue, I said.”
He growled, stroking his cock. I watched his hand move up and down and then he was coming. I closed my eyes. Hot spurts of his release striped my face, hitting my cheeks, my lips, my eyelids, and my outstretched tongue. The sheer rawness of it sent a shudder of arousal right through me.
Before I could react, he tugged me up to my feet. My legs were weak, shaking, and I stumbled. He caught me, pulling me flush against him. He was still hard, a solid, demanding presence against my belly. He used two fingers to swipe aglob of his release from my cheek. He brought them to my lips, pressing them inside. I sucked his fingers clean, my gaze locked on his, a silent surrender that felt more powerful than any words.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmured.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I leaned into him, my face buried in the crook of his neck, smearing his release across my face and his neck. I breathed him in. His scent was everywhere, in my hair, on my skin, in my lungs.
“Now, do you need to come for me, little mate?” he growled into my hair.
I whimpered, nodding against him, unable to form words.
He picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all. I gasped, my arms flying around his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me to the log and laid me down on my stomach over the rough mossy bark. He kicked my legs apart with one booted foot. The vulnerability of the position sent another thrill through me, and my pussy clenched around empty air. My ass still stung a little bit from the spanking and that just made me clench harder.
“Stay,” he commanded.
He knelt between my spread legs, and I closed my eyes knowing I was completely exposed to him. My face reddened and I bit my lip, trying to quell my shameful arousal.
“Please,” I pleaded.
He didn’t answer with words.
He answered with his fingers between my thighs. Two ofthem slid inside my entrance and another over my clit, circling gently at first and then a bit more roughly.
I arched my back and groaned with pure need. My inner muscles clamped down on his fingers. He began to move, slowly, intentionally, at a pace that was torture and ecstasy all at once. His fingers stretched me, filling me, while his thumb pressed on my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Take what I give you, little mate. That’s my good girl.”
My orgasm caught me by surprise, like a thief in the night.
One moment, I was floating on a sea of sensation, and the next, I was drowning in it. My vision went white, a brilliant, blinding flash that stole my breath and my thoughts away. A piercing sound of pure pleasure escaped my throat. My clit throbbed as I desperately drew in one breath after another.
Before I could come down from that high, before I could even catch my breath, I felt a new pressure against my ass.
His thumb.
He pressed it against the tight pucker, using my own slick arousal to ease the way. I tensed, a reflexive protest at the intimate invasion, but the memory of the pleasure from before was still fresh, and my body betrayed me, relaxing into the sensation.
He pushed in, slowly, inexorably.
I cried out, the sound a mix of arousal and nerves.
“Relax,” he commanded, his other hand stroking my lowerback. “Let me in.”
I took a deep breath, forcing my body to obey. The tension in my muscles eased, and he slid deeper. The fullness was instantly overwhelming, and my clit pulsed in response.
He held it there for a long moment, letting me adjust, letting me feel the sheer, undeniable possession. Then he began to move.
The rhythm was maddening. His other fingers stayed pressed inside my pussy, moving in and out with his thumb and the finger on my clit was driving me absolutely wild.
I was lost. Lost in the sensation, lost in the pleasure, lost in the fact of his dominance. And my submission. My world had narrowed to the feel of his touch inside me, to the sound of his ragged breathing, to the scent of us and the forest around us.
