Page 22 of Nowhere to Run

He pulled out abruptly, gripping himself.

“On your knees, Little Red,” he hissed. “I’m going to fuck you like an animal.”

I scrambled onto my knees, shaking as I waited for his intrusion. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks as he pushed into my pussy, the sensation searing and deep all at once.

“Ugh,” I moaned, reaching back and pressing a hand against his thigh, trying desperately to stop him from going deeper.

“You feel even bigger from behind.” My breath hitched. “It hurts.”

“You’ll get used to it,” was his gruff reply as he grabbed my wrist, prying it away, allowing him to plunge further.

“Fuuuuck!” I screamed, the sensation crashing through me. The ache was raw, brutal.

But the pleasure—God, that stretch—had me reeling.

“Fuck, this pussy feels amazing,” he groaned, “So fucking tight, so warm around my cock.”

I arched into him, helpless against the sensation. Dammit, he was right—I was getting used to it. His huge cock spread me impossibly wide, filling the deepest parts of me.

And then—

His fingers found my clit.

A spark of electric heat shot through me, sharp and dizzying.

“Adrian!” I gasped, as he circled my clit, pumping his cock inside me in perfect time. I screamed, a cry ripping from my lungs as the orgasm shattered me, my body clenching, writhing.

At the same time, I felt his thumb press against my asshole, teasing, circling—before he plunged it inside. A sharp, punishing pain invaded my senses, colliding with the pleasure ripping through me.

“Fuuuck!” I cried out, the mix of sensations too much, too intense.

“Mmmm, that’s it. Take it, baby,” he murmured, his thumb pressing deeper. “Take my cock in your pussy, my thumb in your ass.”

I choked on a gasp.

“Take it out!” I pleaded, my muscles tensing, clenching around him in protest.

But he didn’t. He held his thumb there like a warning—a prelude of what was to come.

“Better get used to it,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You know what’s next.”

I whimpered, the aftershocks of my orgasm leaving me weak and exhausted. I needed this to be over. It was too much, too intense.

“Are you fucking done yet?” I gasped, my voice raw. I’d come. I wanted to go home. To be cozy in my bed—not fucked hard in the woods.

But he wasn’t done.

I felt him pull out, one hand still on my hip, squeezing my flesh. The other, stroking himself.

Before I could move, he flipped me onto my back again, pinning me beneath him.

“I was waiting for you,” he said, a mocking smile at his lips as he pumped his cock slowly. “Ladies first.”

I lay still beneath him, waiting. I knew what was coming. His release. Spilling into my mouth. Without thinking, my lips parted—ready, accepting.

A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“Good little slut.” The look in his eyes sent a thrill through me—dark, admiring. He leaned closer, voice low, indulgent.

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