I risk a glance over my shoulder and see his silhouette gaining on me, moving with an effortless grace that makes my clumsy flight seem pathetic in comparison. He’s going to catch me. The certainty of it floods my veins with ice.
I turn back just in time to see a rock directly in my path. My foot catches it, and suddenly the world is tilting. I fall forward with a startled cry, my hands outstretched to break myfall. My palms and knees hit the ground hard, dirt and grass pressing into my skin.
Before I can scramble to my feet, a heavy weight lands on top of me, pinning me to the ground. Marcus’s large body covers mine completely, pressing me into the earth. His breath is hot against my neck, his chest a solid wall of muscle against my back.
And between my ass cheeks, pressed tight against me, I feel his cock, hard and massive, twitching against me through my panties.
“Get off of me!” I gasp, struggling beneath him. But between my legs, I feel a rush of wetness, my pussy clenching with need.
I’ve never been turned on like this before.
It’s intense and immediate, like a switch being flipped inside me.
Marcus lowers his head, his mouth at my ear. “You’re my omega,” he whispers, his voice a rumble that vibrates through my entire body. His teeth graze my earlobe in a gentle nip. “Mine.”
I’m bewildered by the possessiveness in his tone, by how serious he sounds. As if I truly belong to him, as if it’s a fact. And what scares me most is how right it feels, how some part of me I never knew existed wants to surrender to that claim.
He shifts his weight, his knee moving between my legs, spreading them apart.
His cock presses more insistently against me now, no longer against my ass but directly against the soaked fabric covering my pussy.
The sensation of his large cock is overwhelming.
I can feel how big he is without having to look at him. The head of his cock presses more insistently against my pussy now, separated only by my soaked panties. The heat of him issearing, and I let out a helpless whimper as my hips instinctively tilt up to meet him.
He starts to rock against me, slow at first, then faster, his cock sliding along the curve of my ass, the fabric of my panties growing wetter with each thrust. I bite my lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to escape me.
I suddenly let out a low whine, unable to help it.
He laughs, low and satisfied.
I bite my lip hard, mortified by my own response.What is happening to me? Why am I acting like this?I’ve never been so wanton, so desperate for a man’s touch.
My dress has ridden up around my waist, fully exposing my legs to the night air and leaving only my thin cotton panties as a barrier between us. The thought should horrify me, but all I feel is a perverse thrill at being so exposed, so vulnerable beneath him.
I lie compliant underneath him, breathing hard as his large balls squish against my ass with each thrust. The rhythm is hypnotic, the friction against my sensitive pussy sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. He’s not even inside me, but it feels so good. His cock slaps against my ass cheeks over and over as if he’s punishing me for running away.
Yes! Punish me.
More liquid seeps from my drenched pussy, soaking through my panties.
I can smell my own arousal now, musky and sweet, mingling with the ocean scent that seems to emanate from his skin.
I close my eyes, giving in to the sensation, as he humps me without penetration.
Each thrust of Marcus’s cock against my ass sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. My cheeks are pressed into the cool grass, my lips parted as I pant for air. I’ve never felt anything like this before—this overwhelming, all-consuming desire that makes me forget everything except the weight of him on top of me, the hardness of him against me, the heat building between my legs.
“You like it,” Marcus says, grinding harder against me. “You were made for this.”
I want to deny it, to scream at him, but my body betrays me. My thighs tremble, my pussy clenches around nothing, and all I can do is moan as he humps me through my underwear. My dress is bunched up around my waist now, my panty-clad ass exposed to the night air, and I’ve never felt so humiliated or so alive.
His cock is huge, the shape of it unmistakable even through my underwear. With each thrust, the ridge of his head drags across my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my core.
I gasp, tears burning in my eyes, but I don’t tell him to stop.
My hips move of their own accord, grinding back against him, seeking more pressure, more contact, more of everything. My ass is growing sore from the repeated impact of his cock hitting me, but the pain only heightens the pleasure somehow.
I lie there, gasping, face pressed into the sand, cheek streaked with tears and drool, dress hiked up around my hips, panties glued to my pussy by how fucking soaked I am. The world is nothing but my own ragged breath and the grinding heat of Marcus’s cock as he humps my ass like an animal.
