Page 109 of His Coveted Obsession

God,Isuckedatrunning. I really needed to get more fit if Easton and I were going to do this regularly. I panted and sweated, dodging trees, fallen branches, tree roots, and rocks. It was going to hurt if I fell, since I was completely naked. Easton wanted to play his version ofNaked and Afraid: Sex Edition.

The story went that Easton and I were sent into the deep woods, close to the Blue Ridge Mountains, where we had to forage and survive away from civilization. But instead of hunting for food, he was supposed to hunt me. If he caught me, he got to have me any way he wanted. This time, I had to make more of an effort to flee from him, and he had to make more of an effort to find me. God, I’d never seen Easton so excited about this game.

I may or may not have intentionally broken some branches along the way.

It was a little awkward, running without clothes on, and if my dick got hit by a thwapping branch one more time, I was going to cry.

My heart beat so fast, and I was so hot. I stopped at a tree to catch my breath, looking around me to make sure Easton wasn’t around. At least he was naked, too.

I squirmed because the butt plug I was wearing was seriously getting uncomfortable. It was my idea to stuff myself, so I was lubed and ready for him.

Then I heard the trickling of water. Thank god. I followed the sound until I came upon a bubbling creek. The day wasn’t too hot, but after running, it made me sweat. I stepped into the water, being careful not to slip on the rocks, and squatted. My hands cupped in the water, and I splashed myself. It was still cold enough from the winter that it instantly invigorated and cooled me down.

“Gotcha!” Easton said in my ear as he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me to my feet.

This time, he asked me to make my fear sound real, so I did my best with my acting.

I clawed at his arm and struggled. “Oh, no! Help! Help! Please let me go! Don’t hurt me!”

“You know the rules, Little Rabbit. My little prey. I catch you, and now I get to fuck you.” His growling made me shudder, and my cock rapidly hardened.

“Look how turned on you are,” he added.

I struggled harder, and because I was still wet, I managed to escape his hold. Then I ran, splashing through the water.

I managed to run a few feet before Easton caught up to me again, and we went tumbling down into the dirt and leaves by the bank of the creek.

“No one escapes from me, Little Rabbit.”

As I tried to escape again, he flipped me around onto my stomach and lifted my ass. “Do not move. I won fair and square.”

With my knees tucked under me, my ass was exposed to him. I spread my hands out and clawed at the dirt, ready for him to take me. My heart hammered from the exertion, excitement, and arousal.

Easton growled again, as if he really did turn into a predatory animal. God, I loved this side of him. He flourished and blossomed, showing a side of himself I didn’t usually get to see.

“Fuck, that plug is… That it has a rabbit’s tail at the end is… pure genius.”

He tugged on it, twisting it around. Then it pulled it out a little and pushed it back in, sliding over my already stimulated prostate.

“I like this,” he said, his voice raspy and low. Then he suddenly yanked it out of me and tossed it somewhere. “But I like my cock in you more.”

Just like always, Easton didn’t go easy on me. Who knew I’d like rough sex or being chased naked through the woods? It washot.

“No one is around, Little Rabbit. I want to hear all the noises. Cry out when I slam into you.”

My fingers dug into the soil as he spread my ass and sunk into me. When he slid slowly out, I braced myself. Easton dug his fingers into my hips and grunted when he pounded home. And just as he ordered, I cried out, arching my back.

“Fuck yeah…”

That was another change in Easton. Whenever we did this, he got more vocal. It showed how into our role-playing game hewas. He was always a predator, but when he was one with me, he came alive.

“My perfect little animal,” he panted between thrusts.

And I loved being perfect for him, to be all he needed me to be.

Easton moved faster and harder, grunting almost like an animal himself. But to my surprise, he melded his body and stretched out his arms along mine, threading our fingers together.

His body was hot, clammy, and sticky from our run, and he smelled of earth, sweat, and hints of his cologne. God, I’d never felt closer to him than at this moment. It was like he was trying to climb into my skin just to be as close to me as possible.

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