Page 82 of Wolf.e

“What now? A hundred push ups? Some burpees?” Brinley asks, putting her hand on her hip, her chest still rising heavy.

She sets the water down, the look on my face must tell her that I’m about to challenge her.

Brinley doesn’t move, just cocks her head to the side and stands there watching me, breathing deeply. I turn from her and move toward the patio door that faces my yard and the woods. I unlock it and swing it wide open.

Turning back to her, I stretch my hands out in front of me, fingers intertwined and pushing outward until they crack. Her eyes move over me trying to figure out what I’m doing, and I can almost sense her pussy getting wet from here.

I begin to stalk toward her slowly, reaching back to pull my shirt from my body as I go. When I reach the halfway point between us I stop and smirk at her.

I fucking love hunting her.

“Your attacker is coming, so move quickly, little hummingbird. Run.”

I don’t hesitate or think, I just run as fast as my already screaming legs will carry me out the door and into the night. My pulse hammers away in my throat as I fly through the yard and head for the woods. I know there’s a trail there, so I won’t break an ankle. Gabriel tells me he runs it every morning.

I take to it, being as light on my feet as I can be. I know he’s a runner so he’ll catch me eventually and I know what he’ll do to me if he does. That’s the thrilling part. Because even if you’re being chased by someone you trust implicitly, there’s still a fear that ripples through you at the thought of being caught.

It isn’t long before I hear the thud of Gabriel’s heavy feet on the trail. He doesn’t call out to me, he pauses and waits, so I dart behind a tree. The snapping of a twig under my Nike might as well be a goddamn bomb going off in the quiet forest. I hear his feet again and I sprint further into the woods knowing if I don’t, I’m caught.

The trail ends and I stop, looking both left and right, trying to figure out where to go in the darkness. I go with my gut and turn right, darting behind a tree as I begin to move back toward the direction of the house, and then I hear him. The night is humid and everything is already sticking to me. I see Gabriel out of the corner of my eye and my adrenaline surges as he closes in on me. I turn to flee but don’t even get to the tree line before he’s gripping my hair at the roots and heaving me backwards toward him. My back slams into his chest so hard it knocks the wind out of me.

“Caught you, greedy girl. I bet that tight little cunt has been making a mess of these panties since the moment I told you to run,” Gabriel whispers low against my ear, his arm coming around my neck and pulling tight.

"Let's see how much more of a mess we can make, hmm?”

I panic, forgetting everything I learned while training. Everything feels like it happens in slow motion as my breath is lost. I start clawing and hitting him, anything to get him to loosen his grip.

“No,” Gabriel says into my ear, tapping my hip, a reminder to be calm. It works. I drop my chin and wiggle it under his arm as I simultaneously step out and fist him in the groin. He lets go of me and moves before my fist can make contact with him. I fall onto my hands and knees in front of him, breathless, dizzy, cut up, and filthy. He drops to his knees behind me and pulls my ass up, shoving my body into the dirt, and I take it because I have nothing left to fight him with.

His hands slide down my ass and he groans, pulling me back against his hardened cock. I whimper as the familiar deep desire spreads.

It’s instant.

All Gabriel has to do is touch me and my body prays to him.

“My wicked girl, ready and on your knees for me. Now spread these thighs and show me you deserve my cock,” Gabriel growls as his fingers slide down the center of my pants. He lifts the thin material and tears it outward from the seam, exposing my entire ass to the air, discovering I’m not wearing any panties underneath.

“Fuck yes,” he says as he buries his face into my already dripping pussy, his hands squeezing my outer thighs under what’s left of my pants as he fucks his tongue in and out of me.

I’m still face down in the dirt but I’m pushing back into him, crying out as I do because whatever he’s doing is going to make me come apart on his tongue in what feels like mere seconds. His hands reach around and pull me closer by my hips.

I steady myself in a rhythm that I never want to end.

His hands move, kneading and gripping every part of my flesh they reach.

They slide upward and pull my athletic top down. My aching breasts bounce free as his fingers find my hardened nipples. He pinches each one and I cry out, tipping my head back. I push myself up on my elbows to get better leverage so I can ride his face.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about tasting you for hours. Drown me, Brinley.”

“Yes,” I cry as I desperately grasp at the earth, rocking slowly into his face, I come in record time, feeling my pussy spasm around his tongue. Gabriel doesn’t relent, he continues to fuck me with his mouth until I’m a begging mess before him. He raises up my hips even more and spreads me wide before driving his cock into my pussy viciously with a deep groan.

“Fuuuuck, this cunt. So fucking perfect.” Gabriel spreads me even wider, and I cry as he pushes in that last inch. “Look at this soaking fucking pussy begging for my cock. Taking every inch, showing me you were fucking made for me.”

“Please,” I beg, which only makes him take me harder, deeper.

This.

This moment where he’s wild and unhinged, this is what I crave every single day. It’s what I’ve always wanted and never knew how to find. It’s in Gabriel’s unrelenting passion that he shows me what he’s truly feeling. By the way he fucks me I’d say he needs me like he needs air in his lungs. That thought makes me feel like the most powerful version of myself.

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