Page 83 of Consume Me

I pump my legs until I am out of breath, but I push myself harder. I feel Blake behind me. With every stuttered intake of air, I know he’ll catch me––the prey awakening the predator in him. I am so hot and wanton my body vibrates in pent-up anticipation.

Desire blurs my vision as I try to focus on where I am running. It’s so damn dark, the half-moon’s dim light is not enough to penetrate the forest’s depth, sucking me in. I strain my ears as Blake chases after me, his boots stomping on the snowy grass, the branches cracking under the pressure. It’s a miracle I haven’t fainted from the potent rush as my senses go into overdrive.

He catches me and pulls me to his chest, ending the chase. Puffs of air dissolve into the icy atmosphere, just like my attempt to get away from him.

“You should have run faster,” he says in my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck, and my body heats instantly.

“Maybe I wanted us to get to the good part sooner.”

“Let’s see if you still think that once I fuck this pussy raw.”

Goose bumps scatter down my neck, rolling into shivers running down my spine. I want to take everything he has and more now that his control just snapped.

“Give me all you’ve got.”

Blake pushes me to the ground, my knees landing on a large patch of moss that softens the hard earth. He unbuckles his pants, and I swallow hard. He looks like a god—an angry, sculpted god—looking down at his offering.

“Open your mouth.”

I do, dazed, but he cocks his head and tsks.

“Wider, Silver. How am I going to fit my cock otherwise?” he asks while pumping his length up and down, hypnotizing me while I clench my thighs, not believing I took him inside of me.

I stretch my mouth as wide as I can, the discomfort setting in, and that’s exactly what he wants to prepare me for when I take him.

“Good, but still not wide enough. I guess it’s your throat I’ll fuck after all.”

And then he pushes himself inside, hitting the back of my throat. I gag and sputter, tears welling up in my eyes.

He dabs a thumb at the corner of my eyes but does not take it easy on me, almost as if he enjoys my struggle. The thought makes me into a hot mess.

“So fucking beautiful, my Silver. On your knees for me, mouth stuffed full, choking on my fat cock, yet so fucking eager to please me.”

He fucks my mouth, taking his pleasure while I can’t do a thing but accept it and every glorious inch and width of his cock. His face loses that hard edge, pulling taut with pleasure.

I squirm, needing a bit of friction. I am so wet and horny that I am losing my damn mind when he slips his boot betweenmy thighs. As he pushes in and out of my mouth, I grind against his leg. It could be minus a hundred degrees outside, but I wouldn’t feel it because I am burning up from within.

“Such a dirty girl, desperate to get off. Take my cum first, and then I am going to fuck that cunt of yours next.”

I could come from his dirty talk alone. I am somewhere in a haze filled with delicious want, delirious for more. And then his cum fills my mouth, but he continues to thrust in and out leisurely until he stumbles back.

“Swallow every drop,” he commands.

I do and then lick my lips dry.

“Good girl.”

Our eyes lock, trapping us in a moment blaring with truth: this is us—a bit messy, raw, and deep.

He turns me on all fours and hikes my dress up over my ass, then rips open my tights and pulls off my thong. The sting is quickly forgotten, though. He feasts on my pussy, sucking on my lips and nibbling on my clit. The wet sounds my pussy makes would be embarrassing if I weren’t so lost in my own pleasure. His tongue is magical, casting a spell of rapture on my body, which shakes uncontrollably. I am at his mercy, and he single-handedly has the power over my pleasure. And when he adds his fingers into play, it absolutely wrecks me in the best way. It feels so good. I moan and whimper, wanting even more while I tingle everywhere.

“Look at this greedy cunt swallowing my fingers and creaming on my tongue… Fuck, I could do this all day long, baby…”

Stars dance before my eyes while I try to chase them all. He doesn’t stop until I come, and I cry out his name in sheer abandon.

In one swift movement, he drives himself inside of me, filling me to the brim. I stutter on a shaky breath, and a tremor rocks my body at the incredible stretch and delicious fullness. I am chock-full of him from the inside out––intoxicated, lost in rapture. My head drops, and my fingers bury into the frozen earth, anchoring me while he tilts my world and throws it into another galaxy.

His hand squeezes my throat, and the other holds my hip as he fucks me. He takes my senses on the ride of their life, making me high on addictive pleasure. Moans and groans mix, creating a symphony of carnal desire. While he tethers me to him, every thrust sends me somewhere else. I feel boneless as I float on clouds of desire.

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