Page 21 of Nowhere to Run

But if this was what he wanted… I had to play along.

My pulse hammered, hard and erratic.

I wasn’t built for this.

For being hunted down, stalked… devoured.

I wasn’t built for him.

Tilting my chin up, I masked the tremor in my voice.

“Oh my, what a big cock you have.”

It was flat, deadpan. Accompanied by a pointed eye-roll, meant to bite, to tell him how ridiculous he was.

But my voice came out softer than I’d intended.

Weaker.

He heard it. Knew the mockery was a lie.

Because he knew exactly what he was.

Enormous.

He could split me open on the first thrust, make me feel him for days.

He knew exactly how deep the ache would go.

And worse—he knew I craved it.

He read my body like a book.

His low groan rumbled through the night air, thick with satisfaction.

“All the better to fuck you with.”

And then–

He drove inside me.

All at once. A single brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

A strangled gasp tore from my throat as he forced me open, stretching, burning. I arched, my body caught between resistance and surrender. It was too much. Too deep, too fast.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my fingers clawing into the dirt. He hadn’t prepared me. Hadn’t pleasured me first. Hadn’t earned this.

And yet—

I was wet.

Undeniably.

I felt it in the way he moved, the slick relentless stretch as he filled me completely.

“Uuugh fuck,” he groaned, pumping into me.

My walls stretched as I took him, my legs spread as wide as I could with my pants around my ankles. I barely registered thecold ground at my back, the twigs and leaves tangling in my hair. I could only feel him—his thick, throbbing cock fucking me hard.

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