Page 6 of Chase Me

“Fuck,” he groans. “Good girl.”

Pulling his finger from between my lips, he reaches for the button of his jeans.

For the first time, I realize the juxtaposition between us. Him, still fully clothed and me completely nude, the torn scraps of fabric I once wore sitting in a discarded pile at my feet.

He frees his cock from the black jeans, and I find myself craning my neck, eager to see it. The darkness keeps me from truly seeing how big he is, but I watch his hand as he palms his hard length, and the motion alone tells me he’s well endowed.

Never in my life have I wanted someone to fuck me as bad as I want him to right now. My whole body trembles for him, waiting for more of his touch, and when he finally brings his hands to my legs, spreading them to grant him access to my core, I can’t help but mewl, the sound foreign to my ears.

Connor grabs something else from his back pocket. A condom, I realize, once he rips the foil packet open with his teeth and rolls the rubber over his cock.

Lifting one of my legs, he wraps it around his waist, my arms pulling on my restraints with the movement. It’s a light twinge of pain, but I relish it. He runs the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my wetness and teasing us both. When he presses against my clit, the motion sends a shudder through my entire body.

“Fuck,” I hiss, the word only serving to make him grin wider.

Finally, he fits himself at my entrance and thrusts into me in one go. Gloved fingers grip my ass, and I wish for a moment he would have taken them off, if only so I could feel more of him, his warm, roughened hands against my skin. My pussy is so wet that he fits easily, but I still gasp at the intrusion. He only gives me a second to adjust to his size before he pulls out and thrusts back in with the same force, his hands moving to hold on to my hips.

Once he starts, he doesn’t slow. Pulling his hips back and driving them forward at a ruthless pace that has me quivering. I tug at my wrists while I cry out with every thrust.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “You look so pretty taking my cock.”

When his fingers glide down to circle my clit, it only takes a moment before the combination has my orgasm growing rapidly. Fire burns in my core, bringing me closer until I’m tightening around him, and with one pinch of my clit, I’m plummeting over the edge. My release feels like an explosion deep inside me, sending waves of pleasure through every inch of my body and stars into my vision.

I don’t even realize I’m screaming until one of his hands reaches up to cover my mouth again, muffling the involuntary sounds I can’t control. I can smell myself on his fingers, feel my juices coating my lips and cheeks, as Connor continues to thrust through my orgasm.

The continued pace barely lets me come down before the next one is building.

“Such a dirty girl,” he says, deep and husky, the words stoking the renewed fire and making me moan. “Letting me fuck you in the woods.” He hisses out a breath. “Letting me do whatever I want to you.” One hand is still gripped on my hip while the other trails from my mouth to my nipple, pinching the bud between his fingers until I yelp. “I wish I didn’t have this condom on so I could pump you full of my cum. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you, dirty girl?”

He pinches harder when I don’t immediately answer, then his palm lifts and meets my cheek, the slap light but enough to jolt my eyes to his.

“Answer me when I talk to you,” he demands.

“Yes!” The word leaves my lips in a frenzied shout.

One hand goes back to his pocket, and he pulls the knife back out. When he flips open the blade, I feel that same rush of primal fear lingering in my body. This time, it comes to the rope around the tree. The material snaps, and he catches my arms before the fall. My wrists are still bound, and he spins me around, so his stomach presses against my back.

Using his weight, he pushes me down until my bare knees hit the rough ground. I can feel the dirt, sticks, pebbles—all biting into my skin as he fits himself inside me again. My elbows press into the soil and my tits hang lewdly, my nipples rubbing against the dirty forest floor. Connor presses my head down forcing my cheek to kiss the ground.

“I want you to come again, little doe,” he tells me, his words paired with the thrusting of his hips. “I want to feel your cunt grip my cock as you come undone. Can you do that for me?”

My head nods furiously, scraping against the dirt. His hand lands on my ass, landing a few slaps in quick succession.

“Words,” he demands from me.

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, I can do that!”

My body screams out from the angle, my bound arms pressed under me, my shoulders bearing most of the weight as I reach for my clit, rubbing my finger over the bundle of nerves in quick circles.

When my orgasm crests, I hear him growl something unintelligible as my pussy squeezes his cock and I scream out. The sounds leaving me are feral. Fireworks explode in my body, this release even stronger than the last, my mind lost in the haze of it all. The panting, the thrusting, the dirt caked onto my skin. I’m floating, no… I’mflying. Everything is weightless. The world disappears and nothing else exists.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m gonna come.”

With one last, powerful thrust, he follows me into the abyss, his fingers gripping the sides of my hips as he does.

Slowly, the world comes back into focus. His weight on my back, the stickiness between my thighs, the dirt and blood caked on my skin.

I’m filthy, the dirtiest I’ve ever been in so many ways.

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