His deep voice causes shivers to run down my spine, goosebumps to prickle all over my skin, and for a moment, I forget that we’re in the woods of the camp, where anyone could see us if they tried.
“I’ll bash your skull in.”
A smirk tugs on the corners of his lips, and he looks at me like I’m his last meal. “Yet, you’re not pushing me off, and you’re not telling me to stop. Which says everything I need to know, really.”
His middle finger dips inside of me, drawing out something between a moan and a whimper from me. Soren’s free hand comes to roughly unzip the jacket and to tear the long-sleeved shirt underneath, right down the middle.
“You’ll pay for those,” I hiss, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest.
His eyes are glued to my chest, and they darken a shade. Desire radiates off him, and when he picks up the pace with his finger, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fucking hell,” Soren groans. “I fucking love your tits. Had I known they’re this pretty, trust me, I would’ve fucked them a long time ago.”
I don’t have the chance to respond because he dips his head down, sucking on my chest right above the bra line. My back arches, and he continues to pump his finger in and out of me at a quicker pace, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of my chest.
Soren tugs down on my bra until my breasts spill free, and if he didn’t look feral up until this point, he sure as hell is looking feralright now. He takes my breast into his mouth, stuffing it as much as possible, and sucking.
His tongue darts out, swirling around my nipple, and it’s now that I realize how sensitive my breasts actually are. Soren sucks desperately, deep groans falling off his lips, his free hand squeezing the other one, rolling my aching nipple between his fingers.
Something starts building in the pit of my stomach, and I feel myself starting to breathe more heavily. Soren releases my breast with a loud pop, then pulls his finger out of me, drawing a soft whimper from me.
“Oh, don’t worry, Princess,” he smirks. “I’m not done with you.”
A normal man would’ve undone the button and zipper on my pants and then pulled them down. He’d probably take off my underwear, too. But not this bastard. He grips my hips and pulls them upward, my ass resting on his thighs, legs up in the sky.
He grabs the hem of my pants and rips them. He tears through the material right where my pussy is, and he doesn’t waste a single second before he rips my underwear, too.
The cold air causes me to shiver, and my pussy gets wetter. For a moment, Soren doesn’t say a single fucking word. His eyes are glued to the spot where I’m exposed, and then, his tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip.
“Well,” his gravelly voice makes me tremble, his eyes never looking up. “This is the most perfect pussy I have ever seen.”
My cheeks heat up, the pink shade deepening. He flicks his eyes to meet my gaze, his fingers slowly parting my labia. He groans when he drags his finger all over my slit, before taking the finger in his mouth. “You taste as you look, Princess. Sweet and addictive.”
“Soren,” I breathe out.
“Yes?”
I bite my lip, the words not forming in my mind. There are a million things I want to ask, to tell him, but my mind’s too fuzzy, and too foggy. Slowly, I look down as he unbuckles his belt, pulling his cock out.
He’s hard as a rock, the tip slick with his precum. He wraps his hand around the base, giving it a couple of long strokes. It’s definitely on the thicker side, and around nine fucking inches.
My eyes go wide when something shiny hits my line of vision. I didn’t notice it that night because I couldn’t see him, but the bastard has the tip of his cock pierced. Holy fucking shit.
“That thing won’t fit in me.”
“I’ll make it fit, Princess, don’t you worry.”
He pushes my legs apart and crawls on top of me, his lips attacking my chest again. The tip of his cock pushes against my pussy, his precum mixing with my juices, smearing it all around.
Out of all the ways I could lose my virginity, it just had to be the most unhygienic one.
He’s teasing me, pressing the tip against my entrance, without actually pushing in. Soren sucks on my breasts, feasting on them, deep groans coming from his throat. My hands fist at my side, dirt getting under my fingernails. The anticipation is reaching its peak, slowly killing me on the inside.
He pushes his hips forward, the tip entering me, and he stays like that. His body starts shaking, and he’s struggling to hold back from fucking me like a wild animal in heat. Instead, he lifts his head to meet my gaze.
“I’ll ruin you, Sophia,” he promises. “I’ll make sure my cock is the only one that will ever be able to make you come. I’ll make you addicted, and you’ll be entirely at my mercy.”
My mouth parts to respond, but in one swift motion, he thrusts inside of me, and bites my shoulder at the same time. His palm comes to cover my mouth as I scream, feeling the discomfort suddenly overwhelm me. Truth be told, the worst part is him biting me — that fucking hurts.
