Page 36 of Devious Secrets

Darkness fogs the edge of my vision as his fingers continue to dance the most erotic dance and he thrusts upward, hitting a new spot I’ve never felt before.

I jolt and cry out.

Fuck, I’ve never felt that. It was so, so, so… he does it again and I scream.

“That’s a good girl,” he says again. “Don’t let go of your cheeks. Just feel… fuck, you’re so tight, so hot… fuck.” He thrusts harder and harder, and I do my best to lift up to meet him each time.

I barely notice the log beneath me or the humiliation of holding my ass cheeks spread open for him anymore. It’s only pleasure.

Unmeasurable amounts of pleasure warm my skin, my blood. Every part of me is lost to the sensations he’s drowning me in.

I should be fighting him off. I wanted to, but his fingers, his kiss, his touch, it’s like the moment he touches me, my body becomes his to command, and I lose all power over it.

“Should I let you come? After you’ve been such a bad girl? Should I?” He thrusts harder.

I don’t want to answer. I can’t give in. Even if I’ve already given over completely, I have to keep this part to myself.

But he won’t be denied.

“Or should I keep you dangling on the edge?” His hands on my hips tighten, the tips of his fingers digging into my flesh. It only makes everything better, the bite of pain he gives me. “I’ll bring you right to the point of release and deny you over and over and over.”

The threat itself brings me closer to oblivion. My core tightens. I’m a pistol ready to fire.

“I can keep that up for hours. Your pussy will be so sore, so empty, you’ll beg me to stop, to give you what you want.” He puts more pressure on my clit. “But I won’t. So, choose. Obey me in this or don’t.”

Everything clenches. I’m so close to losing my mind, I can barely get the words out that he wants to hear.

“Yes. Please! Please let me come.” I throw my head back with a cry as his fingers push me right to the edge. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please let me.”

“Sorry for what?” He’s toying with me, using my own body against me. Knowing that I’d probably say anything right now to get what he is withholding.

“I’m sorry for trying to run.”

“For being a…” His words trail off, leaving me to finish the sentence.

“I’m sorry for being a bad girl.” My face heats. Hell, my entire body warms as the words fly from my mouth. But I don’t care. I just need him, more of him, all of him. I need him to pull the trigger and let me explode.

He leans over me, filling me further, in a new angle that hits perfectly.

“Good girl. Come for me, Megan. Show me what a good girl you are.” His fingernails dig into my hips.

I lift up, arching my back and giving him more of my body as he pummels into me. And as though my body were waiting for his command, I come completely unglued beneath his touch.

My throat stretches around my scream as my orgasm tears through me.

“Such a good girl!” He plows harder, faster, twisting his hips and driving into me, driving me straight through my orgasm.

The intensity knocks the breath from my lungs.

I’ve never been so completely depleted before. My hands fall away to my sides.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he groans, twisting his hips and thrusting harder and harder.

I’m pushed farther over the log, and I stop myself from falling with my hands. Twigs bite into my palms.

Another thrust and another, and then he stills, letting a roar of pleasure loose into the woods.

Animals will be too scared to come out for days after the amount of noise we’ve made here tonight.

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