Page 32 of No Escape

“You’re not in any position to issue orders.”

“Damn you!”

He brought his hand down.

“Ouch!”

His handprint stained one pretty cheek. Clint brought his hand down again.

“Ouch! Damn you…I’m warning you…” Sarah began to squirm more vigorously, her movements fed the raging hard on between his legs. Each time she squirmed, she brushed his throbbing dick. Clint’s breathing became ragged.

He slapped her again. This time all she did was catch her breath. He repeated the action several times, each slap lessoning in pressure, until Sarah’s ass was blazing red and she was whimpering. No longer moving to get away, Clint decided she deserved a reward. He lowered his head and kissed one cheek, not surprised to find her skin fiery hot. He kissed the other cheek before smoothing his palm over her abused flesh. His actions caused her to sigh.

Her slight straining seemed to be for a different reason now. Clint got the impression she no longer wanted to get away. She raised her ass as if in offering. He grinned, his cock straining with the possibility of sinking into tight, forbidden territory. He ran his palm over her flesh in a light caress, hoping to sooth some of the sting away. This time her sigh turned into a low moan that couldn’t be disguised.

Sarah was turned on.

Clint pulled her up to meet her eyes. Her face was flushed and her eyes were filled with tears that hadn’t run over yet. Her lips were parted. It was clear she was fighting her feelings. Her expression was a mixture of righteous anger and desire.

“Are you done?” Her words were slow and precise.

“Not in a fucking long shot.” Clint’s gaze dropped to her full, rose-tipped breasts. “I’m just getting started, angel.” In one swift move, he rose to his feet, pulling Sarah up with him.

He kissed her. It was no gentle kiss. Her head snapped back from the force of it. She moaned deep in her throat, making a half-hearted attempt to struggle out of his grasp. Her tits were crushed against his chest with their pointed little nipples. He tangled his hands in her wet hair holding her still, so he could take his fill of her sweet mouth.

She turned her head. “Not like this…” she gasped. “Not in anger.”

Clint forced her back around. “I told you, Sarah. I warned you about pushing me too far,” he rasped against her mouth, moving back far enough for his smoldering gaze to rake over her. Her nipples teased him with every breath she took. He wanted to put his mouth on her bare flesh. I want to consume her…

“So, you’re going to force yourself on me?” Her whisper echoed off the walls, filled with desperation, the green of her eyes darkening with something akin to fear. Only Clint knew it wasn’t fear. He could sense her arousal, her acceptance of what he was doing. Only she’d never willingly admit she was as turned on as he was.

“Will it be force?” he whispered back, his gaze demanding the truth she was unwilling to reveal. He inhaled slowly, deeply, taking in her warm scent. The fire in his blood was getting hotter by the second—demanding he do something about it. “Do you think I don’t know when a woman wants to be fucked?”

She caught her breath. He watched her eyes flare with a desire she could no longer disguise, and in that second, Clint had his answer. It was all he needed. Slowly lowering his face, he fully intended to take possession of her mouth again. This time when his lips closed over hers, she participated, hungrily, parting her lips so their tongues could mesh and explore, imitating the intimate act of fucking.

His hands moved to her tits, closing over them and testing their heavy weight in his palms. He flicked his thumbs over the pebble-hard nipples before giving in to the burning ache to taste them or lose his mind. He tore his mouth from hers and lifted her off her feet, taking a nipple in his mouth and torturing it with his teeth and tongue.

“Clint,” Sarah cried out breathlessly, when his mouth made love to her breasts. She arched her back, forcing the lower half of her body against his. He shuddered and groaned low when she rubbed against him like a cat wanting attention. He licked and nibbled his way back and forth between her quivering flesh, sensing the bristly stubble on his chin was adding an extra element of pleasure for her.

Her response was to reach for his cock, and he was helpless against her. Even through his pants, her hands made his balls swell with lust and Clint knew it wouldn’t take much to make him lose control.

Fuck, when is the last time I’ve felt anything so damn good? Sarah’s hands asserted just enough pressure to keep him on the edge, without going over. Now he knew how hot a volcano got before it erupted.

His body was on fire from the inside out. And with Sarah’s tits against him, Clint could feel her heart pounding out of control. There was no question she was as aroused as he was. For a moment, he just stood there and let her have her way, enjoying the friction of her rubbing over his throbbing dick. When he couldn’t take anymore of her caresses, he pushed her hand away and picked her up.

Her hands fell to his shoulders as she glanced down at him. Her lips were parted and her eyes glazed. Her wet hair fell in front of her shoulders to drip down on Clint. Her ample breasts were level with his mouth and he did what any normal, aroused male might do. He opened his mouth and latched on to a nipple as if suckling for nourishment. If Sarah’s sigh hadn’t indicated her pleasure, the nails digging into his shoulders did. He took his fill, biting and sucking until Sarah was trembling wildly.

Her low moan of obvious pleasure filled the cave, joining his groan to echo off the walls like the primitive mating sounds of two wild animals. Clint slowly lowered Sarah so that her taut nipples grazed his chest as she glided down his hard body. His mouth attacked hers with growing hunger, stabbing his tongue against hers, receptive as she nibbled his bottom lip in retaliation. Clinging together in a passionate, hot kiss, their hands began to explore and take pleasure in each other’s moist, aroused bodies.

Sarah’s hands smoothed over Clint’s muscular arms. Before he could warn her to stay clear of his left bicep, her caress took her there. He twitched and jerked away, but he didn’t break the lip lock he had on her. She was the one who broke their kiss, pulling away when it was obvious his reaction wasn’t what she’d been expecting.

Troubled eyes moved over his arm until they landed on the nasty looking gash across his bicep. “There’s no way a thorn could have caused this. You’re hurt…” She avoided his mouth when he tried to re-capture her lips.

“I hurt here too, angel.” He mouthed the words against her lips, taking her hand and holding it against his cock. Bending her to his will, he stole yet another wet kiss.

“But…” She broke away again, only Clint showed her it was a losing battle.

He didn’t want any mothering. He needed release and he needed it soon. He attacked her mouth, forcing it open. His hands moved on to explore intimate valleys and crevices of her body on an erotic journey that pleasured them both. Before long, his rough caress took him between her thighs to her pussy. He found her engorged clit tucked away behind the thick bush and flicked his finger over it, causing her body to convulse.

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