Page 71 of Monstrous Urges

Catch me.

Hurt me.

Blood roars in my ears. My vision blurs as I hurl myself through the darkness, blindly reaching in front of me for tree branches. My skin slicks and tingles, my breath turns ragged and panting.

A shape explodes out of the darkness next to me. I scream as powerful arms wrap tightly around me like iron bands, lifting me off my kicking, writhing feet as a voice hisses in my ear.

“Got you, my little slut.”

I squirm against his rock-hard body. My elbows jab back, catching him hard in the ribs and making him grunt. But then he whirls and throws me face-down onto the grassy ground. My feet kick at the dirt as I try to launch myself back up.

Too late.

The sheer weight of his muscled body on mine knocks the wind out of me, pinning me to the ground. He sits astride my lower back, his thighs on either side of my hips. I scream and writhe, kicking and squirming.

But I might as well be fighting gravity. Trying to shove against a solid, immovable force.

I jerk, gasping sharply as he grabs both my wrists and shoves my arms above my head. In one motion, he’s reaching back with his other hand and yanking my dress up high. Heat floods my face, and I yelp an aching whimper when his palm spanks my ass hard, sending fire exploding over my skin.

He grabs the back of my thong, tugging it tight against me. My mouth falls open, my breath catching as the lace rubs against my throbbing clit. He pulls my panties back and forth, sending dark, forbidden heat permeating my reality.

“Tell me, my little fuck toy,” he growls darkly. “Did you run because you really thought you could escape?”

I whimper, choking back a mortifying moan as he spanks me again.

“Is that really why you ran, my little slut?” he rasps darkly into my ear as he leans over me.

I shiver, feeling the huge, throbbing, hot bulge of his erection against my lower back.

“Or is it just that you needed your greedy little holes fucked. You just needed to be chased down like a good little filthy whore, and forced to take my cock?”

He grabs the back of my thong again and yanks it down to mid-thigh. His hand plunges between my legs, and my breath rasps into the ground my cheek is pressed against.

Oh fuck…

His big, tattooed fingers slide wetly through my lips, making me tremble. Without warning, he suddenly sinks two fingers into me, deep. I cry out, writhing and moaning though the fear and excitement clogging my windpipe.

He slides them out and then rams them back in, yanking a loud moan from my lips.

Drazen laughs darkly.

“I think we have our answer.”

His fingers plunge into me again, stroking deep against my g-spot as his thumb starts to rub my clit in slow, deliberate circles.

His fingers ram into me, the wet squelching sounds filling the darkness around us. I gasp, moaning and squirming under his touch.

I shiver when his fingers slip out of me. When I hear the jangle of his belt and the rough tug of his zipper, my eyes fly wide.

“I—wait?—”

“I’m not interested in your opinions right now.”

My breath catches, my face flushed and my eyes bulging as he moves lower down my body, his knees still on either side of me. I shudder when I feel the swollen size of his cock, throbbing and hot as it drags over my ass.

My mind flashes back to the glimpses I got of it before; how his cock looked fucking massive.

Suddenly, without warning, his swollen head is sinking between my thighs, prying them open as it lodges against my pussy. He grabs a handful of my hair, pushing my cheek to the ground as reaches beneath me and roughly yanks down the top of my dress. His big hand mauls my breasts, his fingers twisting and pinching my nipples mercilessly as I inhale ragged breaths of air.

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