His dark chuckle was my only response. Releasing one of my breasts, he reached between us. I heard his jeans unzip…
Then the head of his ridged cock was brushing against my weeping entrance.
I didn’t want to wait, didn’t want to be teased.
While he might’ve taken his time pushing into me, like he did that night in the hotel, I had other plans.
With a deep breath, I rocked backward, sheathing his cock inside my desperately aching pussy…and my orgasm slammed into me. I threw my head back, my mouth opening for a scream, and only just managed to rein in the impulse, remembering I was in the middle of the woods.
“That’s it,” Brakkor was murmuring behind me. “That’s my Kitten, fucking herself on my cock. I want to hear you yell, Joss. No one else is out here, no one will hear you.”
I trusted him, but by this point, the initial explosion of pleasure had passed, and my pussy was still spasmingaround his cock, each pulse sending shivers through me, each less intense than the last.
Well, that wasn’t good enough. I wanted to come again, and I wanted him to join me.
So I began to rock my hips forward and backward. Each time I slid my pussy away from him, those ridges dragged along my sensitive folds, and I would arch my back and slam back into him, the sensation dragging a whimper from my lips.
Brakkor allowed it to continue for a few minutes, murmuring encouragement as he caressed and fondled.
“I want…” I managed, and he chuckled darkly, his breath ruffling my hair.
“I know what you want, Kitten.”
“No! I mean…” I moaned, knowing I was making a mess of this. “I wantyou.” It was becoming harder to concentrate on words as my arousal spiked again. “To come. With me,” I gasped.
Brakkor’s hands landed on my hips, halting my movement, and he slid his cock deep into my core as he pulled me upright. “You coming on my cock is all the pleasure I need, Jocelyn.”
I twisted in his hold, arching my back so I could meet his eyes. “Do you want me?”
Inside me, his cock pulsed. “Fuck yes, I want you.”
“Then fuck me. Make me come again. Come with me.”
For a moment, I thought he’d be able to deny me, deny himself. But then, in a flurry of movement, his clawssliced my bra from me. He pulled his cock from me and, before I could be disappointed, turned me around and tossed my bra over his shoulder. He lifted me up and braced his hand against the tree so that I locked my legs around his waist, and…
This time, when he entered me, and my orgasm crashed over me, I threw back my head and screamed his name.
His hand slipped under my ass, holding me firmly in place. He leaned forward, and suddenly, I was dangling from him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The shift in position drove him deeper into me, and I let out a low moan, my arms wrapping around his neck for support as my climax coursed through me.
And then he began to move. His cock, slick with my climax, thrust into me with a deliberate slowness that made every nerve ending in my body spark with electricity. The ridges along his shaft dragged against my inner walls, each ridge creating a wave of sensation that rippled through me.
I could feel each one distinctly—the first ridge pulling at my entrance, the next stroking the sensitive spot inside me, and the final one pressing deep, sparking a pleasure so intense it stole my breath.
Brakkor’s gaze locked onto mine, his glowing green eyes holding me captive. It was as if he could see straight through me, into the very core of my being. His lips parted slightly, and the muscles in his temple flexed, right before he began his filthy talk.
“You feel that, Kitten?” he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest and into mine. “Feel every ridge of my cock sliding into that tight littlecunt? You’re so fucking wet for me. So hot and tight. It’s like you were made to fuck me.”
His words were crude, filthy, and they sent a wave of heat washing over me. My entire body flushed, and I could feel the cool forest air against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Brakkor. The realization that I was completely naked while Brakkor was still fully clothed sent a thrill through me. There was something so primal, sorawabout it.
I could feel my pleasure building, or perhaps it had never fully abated from the last orgasm. The sensations were overwhelming, the ridges of his cock creating a friction that was almost too much to bear. My nails dug into the skin of his neck, my grip tightening as the intensity increased.
“Out in the middle of nature like this,” Brakkor murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Naked and writhing on my cock, taking every inch of me like a good little Mate.”
His words sent a surge of arousal through me, and I could feel my pussy clenching around him, the pleasure building with each stroke. I tried to respond, to tell him yes, I loved it, but all that came out was a strangled moan.
Brakkor’s lips curved into a wicked smile, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot on my ear. “That’s it, Kitten. Moan for me. Let the whole fucking forest know who you belong to.”
The idea of being seen, of being exposed, only made me more aroused. I could feel the tension in his body, thecoiled strength as he thrust into me, each movement precise and controlled.
