Page 19 of Accidental Abduction

Grasping one long pigtail in my fist, I yanked her forward, pressing her nose into the front of my jeans, my cock throbbing behind the material.

“You made me this hard. Now fucking take care of it.”

Her fingers shook as she unzipped my zipper, my belt clinking as she tugged the material down. Her nails scratched my thighs as she slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down, my cock bobbing in her face.

“Open,” I urged, using her pigtail as leverage and I groaned as she obeyed, her lips parting and the head slipping between them. “Fuck...”

“Mmm,” she hummed and swirled her tongue around the head. She dragged her nails down my thighs, digging them into my skin as she rocked forward, eliciting a pained gasp from me as her teeth dragged down my length.

“Be. Fucking. Nice.” I growled, flipping my wrist to wrap her pigtail around my palm, using it as leverage to pull her back until my cock was poised just out of reach from her lips.

“No,” she whispered. “This cock doesn’t deserve nice. It doesn’twantme to be nice. And neither do you.”

“Fuck,” I grunted as she swallowed me whole, gagging as I rammed against the back of her throat.

I tried...

I fucking tried not to thrust and risk hurting her, but when her nails dug in further, I couldn’t hold back.

“Oh, we want to play games now?” I groaned, thrusting forward in quick succession, watching the moonlight highlight the spittrickling down her chin. I could barely see her eyes watering from behind her mask as she gagged and groaned around me.

Typically, I was thrilled when a woman wanted to give me head, so I was respectfully grateful instead of being a mindless animal, but the way she forced her head forward every time I tried to pull her back to breathe had me quickly chasing down what I knew would be the mother of all orgasms.

It didn’t help that when I closed my eyes, breaking her intense eye contact, I was picturing the filthy sound I knew it’d make if she choked on my cum.

My cock pulsed against her tongue, and I gritted my teeth to hold back, trying to prolong this intense ecstasy mixed with the agony at the brutal way I was fucking her face.

The sound of rough breaths escaping her nose mixed with the filthy wet, slurping and gagging noises accompanying them pushed me right over the edge and I thrust forward, my neck arching back and a pained groan echoing through the trees as I filled her dirty little mouth.

As soon as the pulses ceased, I released her hair, flexing my hand and watching as she tried to catch her breath once my cock slipped from her glistening red lips. Lips I wanted to kiss, lips I wanted to fuck again and then watch with rapt attention while cum dribbled from in between them.

Once her breathing had evened out, I gripped her chin, using my thumb to smear the moisture on her chin over her bottom lip.

“I’m gonna fuck this again,” I promised. “But that can wait. It’s your turn.”

Excitement flared in her eyes, her tongue flicking out to swipe across the pad of my thumb, eliciting another pained groan from me. My spent cock twitched, and I had a feeling the way she looked on her knees—lips glistening with my cum while her chest heaved from the exertion of gagging herself on my cock—would dramatically reduce my refractory period, but I reluctantly stepped away and tucked myself back into my boxer briefs.

She watched with hungry eyes as I zipped up my jeans and fastened my belt, using my fingers to motion for her to stand from where she was still perched on her knees. Continuing the nonverbal commands, I repeated the motion, nodding when she stood—leaves still plastered to her knees—and spinning my finger to indicate she should turn to face the tree behind her.

Her shoulders trembled as I slowly advanced on her, tucking my face in close to her neck as my chest brushed against her back. “You might want to hold on.”

Chuckling as her hands shot out without hesitation, her hot pink fingernails were a stark contrast to the dark bark underneath her fingers.

“Mmmm,” I whispered, tracing the back of my hand against the soft skin of her stomach as I reached for the button on her tiny shorts. Unfastening it with a flick of my fingertips, I tried to let some of the menace out of my voice. “You’re trembling. Is it from excitement, or are you cold?”

She hesitated, but as I watched her breath puff out into the cold air in front of her, I had my answer.

“Stay,” I commanded, stepping back far enough to unzip my hoodie, shrugging it off as I watched her fingers flex anxiously against the tree trunk. Crowding against her again, I grasped one of her hands, slipping the soft material around her, placing her palm back against the bark and repeating the motion on the other side. “Now spread your legs.”

She widened her stance, pushing her ass into me as I wrapped my hands around her hips. “Don’t hold back when I make you come, because I want to hear you fucking scream.”

Charley

My sexual history wasn’texactly vanilla, dipping into the kinkier side of life when I dated the occasional dominant man. It’d been thrilling to consent to giving over control, so seeing this side of Hudson had me feeling almost feral.

He was clearly taking the reins on things, only briefly letting me tease him before he took back the dominant position. I had no idea he was like this. If I’d known, my determination to push down my attraction to him would have crumbled a long time ago. The last time he’d been single, I’d still been in college.

If I’d initiated things back then, would he have even given me the time of day? Would I have been ready to embrace this side of him?

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