She’s quiet while I hold the light up, slowly scanning the trees. This would be a lot easier if there weren’t so many ferns and shrubs creating hiding places for her to use. I’m just about to scan the area behind me when I see a flash of her red hoodie emerge from one of the thick ferns before she takes off running again. Fog has started to creep in, giving her a little bit of cover, but it’s only a matter of time before I catch her.
Stepping off the path, I follow after her, not even trying to hide the noise I’m making since the light from my phone is letting her know exactly where I’m at. I hope every heavy step of my boots is sending a rush of adrenaline through her. The thick underbrush gives way to moss, spreading across the ground and overtaking the fallen tree that lies across the path in front of me. Shutting the light off, I pocket my phone and wait. My ears strain to hear any noise, any hint of where she might be or in what direction she’s heading, but there’s nothing. Careful to not make a sound, I keep to the moss, letting it muffle my steps as I slowly walk around the large trunk, coming at it from the side instead of where she’s expecting me.
It’s so dark, it takes my eyes several minutes to adjust, but when they do, I see the barest outline of her pale face. One hand is on the trunk while she turns her head, searching for me in the direction I’d just come. If she’d looked just a few minutes earlier, she’d have spotted me.
Staying close to the fir tree beside me, I stay hidden, watching as she keeps looking around, trying desperately to spot me in the dense foliage that circles us. I could be anywhere, and she knows it. After several minutes, she slowly stands, and when she takes a step, I do the same, mirroring her movements as I scoot around the tree instead of walking towards her. I wait for her to come to me. She eyes the other side of the clearing, convinced that’s where I’ll be coming from as she unknowingly walks right next to me.
With her back to me, she’s so close I could reach out and touch her, and when I lunge forward and grab her, it’s the last thing she’s expecting. I wrap my arm around her upper chest, pinning her arms to her side and her back to my front while I clamp a hand over her mouth, stopping the scream that’s started to slip out.
“No screaming,” I remind her.
My grip stays tight on her while she struggles against my hold. Her heart races wildly, so strong I can feel it against my arm, and when she wiggles her ass, I groan and turn, taking her with me so she’s pressed against the tree I’d just been hiding behind.
“Keep grinding that sweet ass against me, sweetheart. There’s no way in hell you’re getting free.” I dip my head and kiss the side of her face before brushing my lips along her throat. “It feels so fucking good when you try, though.”
She groans when I rock my hips, letting her feel exactly how much I’m enjoying this. My hard length presses against her ass, and the next time she moves her hips, it’s not to try and escape.She juts her bottom out, rolling her hips in a way that makes me grit my teeth and hiss out a breath against her skin.
As soon as I move my hand from her mouth, she says, “Now that you’ve caught me, what are you going to do with me?”
I hear the taunt in her words, the challenge to do my worst, and I’m more than happy to take her up on it. Dragging my fingers down her chin, I collar her neck, tightening my grip hard enough to steal her breath.
Nipping her ear, I say, “Whatever the fuck I want,besyonok.” My nose drags along her hair while her body squirms, lungs screaming for air. When I loosen my grip, she sucks in a quick breath. “But we’re starting with you on your knees.”
Dragging my hands lower, I grab the bottom of her hoodie, pulling it off her in one go before getting rid of her bra and then reaching for the button of her jeans. When I’ve unzipped her pants, I slide my hand into her panties, cupping her pussy in the possessive grip it deserves, because this is mine now. When I sink two fingers into her, she lets out a breath and grabs onto the tree in front of her, clinging to it while I stay buried inside her. The meaty part of my palm presses firmly against her clit, and when she tries to rock against me, I pinch one of her nipples in warning.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I think I’m going to make you wait tonight.”
Her frustrated whimper when I very softly move my hand, giving her a hint of pleasure as I roll over her clit has me smiling against her neck before I give it another bite.
“I want you desperate for my cock,” I tell her.
“I already am.”
“No,” I correct, “but you will be.” Pulling my hand free, I bring my fingers to my mouth, but before I suck them clean, I say, “Kick your jeans off and turn around.”
While her sweet taste fills my mouth, I watch her obey, and when she’s naked and facing me, I take a few seconds to appreciate the view. She’s hidden in shadows, too many for my liking, and when I grab my phone, she says, “Don’t you dare point that thing at me.”
I turn it on and point it at her. “Don’t point this thing?”
“At least dim it,” she says, looking around at the fully dark woods around us. “We’re far in, but if any guard sees this, they will come and investigate.”
“Fair enough,” I say, taking a few seconds to dim the light so I can see her, but it’s no longer a beacon that others can follow.
With the light fully on her, I can still easily see every inch of her. When she tries to cover herself, I give her atsk-tskand shake my head no.
“Don’t even think about it. I caught you, and this is my reward.” I run my eyes over her naked body from toes to head, and when I find my voice again, I say, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Her face softens at my words and then her eyes turn heated when I say, “Now be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”
She drops to her knees on the mossy ground and looks up at me while I pull my own shirt off.
“Mouth open,” I tell her, and when she immediately obeys, a shudder runs down my spine and straight to my balls. “Fuck,” I groan. “Aren’t you an obedient little thing tonight?”
With her eyes on mine, she reaches up to undo my button, closing her mouth just long enough to say, “Well, you did catch me. Fair is fair, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want this as much as you do.”
When she opens her mouth wide again, patiently waiting for me to thrust into it, I groan her name and watch as she unzips my pants and frees my cock. Her fingers wrap around my thick girth, squeezing me as she slowly starts to work me. I groan andtoss my phone on the ground next to us so I can run my fingers into her hair. There’s still enough light for me to see every detail when she sticks her tongue out and gives my crown a slow lick. She closes her eyes and moans when she hits my slit, tasting my pre-cum and licking me clean of it.
She gives my cock another slow pump as she wraps her lips around my head and slowly sucks me in. I fist her hair in one hand, holding her in place so she can’t slide down any further. Her eyes lift to mine.
