His big hands are coming around my waist and I’m getting ripped back, my weight flying through my legs in a staggering spin. “Wait!”
The trees bleed together, and the very second my feet are meeting the ground again, my face is getting pressed into scratchy bark, his enforced pressure driving my cheek into the pain.
A moan tenses my chest, clawing my hands into the grooves of bark, morphing into some disgusting animal willing to be punished for the sake of pleasure.
He crowds me, fisting the two buns my hair is tied back in, slipping his hand into the side opening of my overalls. “Bad little bunny.” His growl comes over my shoulder, his palm wandering up my shirt, cupping my breast roughly.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe, arching into his cage.
Each heavy breath pollutes the air around my face with specks of dirt that once hibernated in the jagged notches of the tree, permeating the scent of soil.
“I tell you to do one simple thing, baby.” Using his arm to push my tank top up on my chest, he squeezes my boob harder, grinding into me. “Since you didn’t listen, you’re gonna make it up to me.”
I don’t decide to nod. The pandemonium spitting through my core makes me, my legs widening on their own accord, expecting him to fuck me in this very spot.
He kisses my ear, breathing hard and unclipping my overall strap. “No one’s gonna hear you scream.”
A chill shakes my spine, unable to answer before he’s pulling me off the tree and spinning me toward the grass. I get shoved down to all fours, my hands splaying around dehydrated blades and loose dirt, his body coming down right behind mine.
My clit throbs, letting him tear my overalls down and off my legs, leaving me only in my raised tank top and lace trimmed panties, my shoes scraping through the dirt as he pushes my legs wider.
“Of fucking course you’re soaked.” He rubs my pussy through my panties, bringing attention to the wet spot.
“I like running from you,” I admit, whining silently, pushing into his touch.
He shifts around, bracing his hands around my hips, lifting my butt high enough into the air for him to suck on me through the cotton.
The heat of his tongue shudders my muscles, wobbling to support the weight on my arms. I try to shelter my moan, but he’s hooking into my panties and pulling them to the side, taking full of advantage of how spread open I am.
The second his dripping taste buds slide up the ache, euphoria is bursting through my body, releasing a raspy sound from my chest.
He’s only holding me up with one hand now. And he makes it seem like a breeze, considering he’s taking his time sinking his fingers inside me while sucking on my clit like candy, the back-and-forth motion of his tongue and gentle slide of his fingers inflating my pelvis.
I’m coming before I realize it. A wrathful fire is tensing my body, burning bright and hard, lighting up my nerves with a cataclysm that crosses my vision.
I cry. Pray. Bellow. It all feels the same right now, letting out the moan that stretches further the longer he dines on me.
Thinking he’s done, thinking he’s taking his tongue away, the wet drag up my butt pops my eyes open.
Different place. Same sensation of pleasure.
It scares me to be honest. I’m worried about how much my body likes his touch there, how carefree I become under his compulsion. That’s subjectively a horrifying place to be licked. But he’s making it so normal, makingitandmefeel good.
Like he was using his fingers to prepare me, he’s scissoring them inside me and slipping them out, swirling his tongue around my tight muscle and using my juices on his fingers to rub my clit.
My arms go numb, the sounds ofVoremorphing into white noise. Right when I’m getting there again, about to come from him playing with me, he’s dropping me back down to my knees.
Aggravation surfaces. My face gets hotter, the sweat on my skin increasing. It’s short lived, though. His zipper flying down drains me of annoyance, a leap of excitement flipping my stomach and turning me back to him, my hazy gaze directing over my shoulder.
His dark, hungry eyes flick up, his thick cock coming out with his hand. Pumping himself, his hold on my hip turns ruthless, his spread fingers indenting my ass cheek. “I wanted to rip your clothes off and rail you, make you take it while you eat the dirt.” His shoulders relax with a groan, his muscles bulging in tandem with his strokes. “But I can’t helpmyself with you, Bunny. That pretty, little pussy needs me to take care of it. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I murmur, nodding, my eyelids falling heavy.
My answer has him huffing, his brows pinching as he rushes to pull my panties down to my knees. “How do you wanna learn your lesson, baby? Huh?” Coming up over me, he coasts his hand up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades and pushing my chest down into the dirt, the head of his cock teasing my pussy. His lips skim my ear. “You want me filling your cunt? Or you want me to fuck that tight ass?”
The question vibrates me, clutching the grass, oxygen becoming scarce. I know he just had his tongue back there. But I can’t help it. And I don’t care. His heat, the sweet pheromones coming off him, they’re driving my mouth back to his, fervently taking his lips within mine and plunging my tongue through the seal.
I don’t have to answer. He’s desperate, too.
