Page 28 of Backstroke

“Got you, little fox,” I say, my voice low and provoking. The buzz of the pursuit pulses through me as I step closer, watching her every move. She glances around, probably searching for an escape route, but it’s too late.

“Why are you doing this?” she asks, her voice trembling.

I tilt my head, considering her question. “Because it’s part of the game,” I reply, my tone almost playful. “And because I enjoy the hunt.”

Fallon takes a step back, her eyes never leaving mine, even though she can’t see them through the mask. I can see the wheels turning in her head, trying to come up with a plan. But I’ve anticipated her every move.

“There’s no way out, Fallon,” I say, taking another step closer. “You might as well give up now.” My wicked laugh echoes through the shadows as I take a few steps closer, forcing her against a large tree.

I grasp her throat, loving the feel of her erratic pulse under my hand. Fallon’s eyes widen in fear as my hand tightens more. Shestruggles, her hands clawing at my arm, but I hold her firmly against the tree.

“Get the hell off of me!” she manages to scream into the night.

“Drop the attitude before I make it drip from you. When I tell you to stay, you stay like a good fucking girl. Run away again and see the kind of beast I can become,” I purr into her ear. Her lavender and honey scent overwhelms me, making my already hard cock press painfully behind my zipper.

“You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want, when I want,” she declares with a slight tremble to her voice. Fallon’s resistance only fuels my desire. Her words are brave, but the waver in her voice betrays her fear. I lean in closer, my breath hot against her skin.

“Oh, my little fox, what am I going to do with you?” I tsk as I trace along her jaw, then down the column of her throat. Her pulse quickens under my touch, and I can feel the tension coiling in her body.

“I told you that you can’t escape me.” She lets out a small whimper. She may think she hates me, but her body doesn’t. It knows the pleasure I can elicit.

I press closer, letting her feel what she does to me. My hand is still around her throat, her pulse hammering against my hand. “You can fight all you want, but deep down, you know you belong to me,” I challenge, wanting her to fight. Needing it like my next breath.

“I don’t belong to anyone, especially you,” she retorts, her voice steady despite the panic in her eyes.

“We’ll see about that,” I murmur. “You can deny it all you want, but your body tells a different story.”

Her eyes flash with anger as she tries to push me away, but I hold her firmly in place. “Let me go, Remy,” she seethes. Hearing my name fall from her lips has me yanking my mask off,throwing it behind me. Her breath catches in her throat, but she holds my gaze.

“It’s time to play.” My hand moves from her throat to tangle in her long hair, pulling her neck to the side and allowing me to lick a straight path from her chest to her ear. The sweet taste of fear and desire erupts over my tongue, pulling a groan from my lips.

“W-what are we playing?” she questions breathlessly.

“Predator and prey,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “I’m going to devour every inch of you, until you’re writhing and screaming my name for everyone to hear.” My hand skates down her body, loving the feel of her soft curves under me. Her breaths are coming in pants as I brush against her hot center. Even through her shorts, I can feel her arousal soaking through.My little pet likes playing dirty. My smile widens, knowing this little game of cat and mouse turns her on as much as it does me.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers as I continue to tease.

“Not God, Fallon.Me.No other name will come from those pouty lips unless you want to be punished,“ I smirk down at her. She growls in frustration until I snap the button from her shorts, tugging them to the ground. Her heady gasps fill the charged air around us.

“Mmm, you’re so wet for me,” I groan. “Someone likes being defenseless.” She bites her lip and tries to turn her face from me, but I don’t allow it. I want her to see everything I’m about to do to her. I need her complete submission.

“I-I’m not defenseless,” she cries, but her hungry silver eyes betray her.

“Don’t. Move,” I command, dropping to my knees. She shivers, but it’s not from the cold. No, she wants this just as much as I do. I rip her fishnets and panties from her, making the tattered garments pool at her feet. Except her panties, those are mine. Without warning, I plunge my tongue between her trembling legs. She tenses, then slumps against the tree in defeat. I smileagainst her clit, then suck hard, causing her hands to fly to my head.

“Fuck!” she moans, threading her fingers through my hair. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I’m addicted. I ravage her pussy like a man starved. She’s dripping down my chin as I plunge two fingers into her tight cunt. She tenses, then begins rocking her hips against me.

“Your pussy is weeping for me,” I purr against her clit. Fallon begins to tremble and I force another finger into her slick channel, fucking her hard. She whimpers and cries as I steal the orgasm from her. Her fingers pulling my hair send waves of pleasure straight through me, and I know I can’t wait any longer.

Jumping to my feet, I pin her with a stare as I pull off my jeans, then throw my shirt into the pile as well. Her eyes widen as she takes in as much of my body as the moon allows, making me smile.

“Take it off,” I growl. “Before I rip it to shreds like the others,” I warn. She lifts her tank top over her head, and I wish there was more light so I could see every inch of her. Next time, I’ll make sure I can see everything.

Wait.

Next time?

I don’t have time to process that line of thinking as I press Fallon harder against the tree. She winces, probably from the scratch of the bark on her back. I hope it leaves marks so she can look at them later and know that I claimed her tight pussy.

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