Page 64 of Hide and Seek
Holy shit, this is happening. I’m about to get fucked for the first time by a stranger in the woods.
A sharp kick against the sole of my shoe forces me to spread my legs, and a strong hand on the back of my neck holds me in place as something hard and blunt presses against my hole.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I mutter and squeeze my eyes closed. My body tenses without my permission, and I gulp in rapid, shallow breaths.
I need to calm down so I don’t hyperventilate and pass the fuck out, but I can’t slow my breathing or stop the panic radiating through me.
He adjusts his hand on the back of my neck. His skin is warm and a bit rough, and his grip is tight but not painful. He’s trying to control my movements, not hurt me or leave me immobilized. That helps calm me down enough for my breathing to slow.
He rubs the head of his cock against my hole and squeezes my neck a few times, and the little pulses give me something tofocus on as he pushes hard against my hole and buries his cock inside me.
My cry is loud and garbled and one of the weirdest noises I’ve ever made, but he just holds me in place and pushes his dick all the way inside me on the first pass.
The sting of pain isn’t unexpected, nor is the burn or the feeling of being unnaturally full. It’s the same as when I use toys, but unlike when I’m fucking myself, there’s a current of pleasure under the pain.
It feels good. The pressure, the sting, all of it hurts in the best way possible.
Jesus H Christ. I’m a pain slut on top of having CNC fantasies and being into bondage? What the ever-loving hell is wrong with me?
His low rumble once again pulls me free of my thoughts, and I let out another weird cry as he pulls almost all the way out of me, then slams back in with enough force to rock me on my feet. The slap of his skin hitting mine echoes in the forest.
His grip on my neck is tight and possessive as he slings into me. He’s fucking me hard, his cock sliding in and out of me at a frantic pace. Each glide causes a little tremor of pain to radiate through me, but that’s overshadowed by the waves of pleasure from his cock sliding over my prostate and lighting me up from the inside.
I’m moaning up a storm as a continuous stream of sounds falls from my lips. The muted grunts and groans behind me are so wrong, but at the same time, they’re so damn hot I unconsciously clench around him.
I’ve always been an auditory person, but until this moment, I had no idea just how much the sound of another man’s pleasure could turn me on. How hot knowing that he’s getting off because he’s using my body could be.
Another squeeze to the back of my neck helps calm my thoughts, and I sink into the onslaught of sensations swirling around inside me.
Everything feels wrong, but so right. The pain is gone, but the sting is still there as he goes faster and harder, slamming into me with so much force he almost lifts me off my feet, even with him holding me in place.
Nothing about this should feel good, but my hard dick and the waves of pleasure moving through me don’t lie. I’m into this, and I’m done fighting it.
Closing my eyes, I let go of all the conflicting thoughts in my head and force myself to relax. I wanted this. I asked for this, and I’m going to enjoy it.
The hand on my neck disappears, but he doesn’t stop fucking me as he grips my thighs and uses them to haul me back against his thrusts.
More garbled cries fall from my lips as I rest my forehead against one of my pinned arms. He’s so deep, deeper than any toy I’ve ever used, and more of that pain/pleasure rolls through me with each punishing snap of his hips.
He’s getting louder now too, and every grunt and groan and muffled cry mixes with mine and creates a sexy soundtrack that I’m going to be hearing in my dreams for years to come.
I have no clue how long we stay like that, with him fucking me while I moan for him and take it like the whore I apparently am. He doesn’t slow down once or even falter, and his stamina is as hot as the pounding he’s giving me.
One thing I don’t like about using toys, beyond how fake they feel, is that I can’t go as hard and long as I’d like with them. The angle is always off, and my arm and wrist get tired before I’m ready to come.
That’s not a problem with him, and his relentless pace pushes me closer and closer to my orgasm without either of us touching my dick.
I blink my eyes open when he lets go of my thighs and grips the extra rope loop he made around the tree. Using the leverage it gives him, he snaps his hips and drives that incredible dick so deep and hard inside me my feet slide on the soft ground and a cry loud enough to wake the dead falls from my lips.
He lets go of the rope with one hand and clamps it over my mouth. Instead of feeling restricted and panicked, the move amplifies my pleasure as he shows me he’s truly in charge. He controls my body, my voice, and my pleasure, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
My cock bobs in the air in front of me as precum leaks from my tip. My balls are high and tight, and the pressure inside me grows with each passing second, the same as the building pleasure threatening to overtake me.
I’ve always loved the feeling of having something inside me, but it’s never been like this. When it’s just me and my toys, I still have to jerk off to come. I’ve tried to go hands-free so many times, but I can never get there and have to give up and stroke myself to completion.
This is so much better than anything I’ve ever done alone, and I can barely think anymore. Everything is fuzzy and a bit out of focus. It’s almost like being buzzed from alcohol, only without the spins or that off-balance feeling I don’t really like.
Is sex supposed to always be this good? It’s never felt like this before, but then again, it’s neverbeenlike this. The few times I’ve had sex, I was the top, and my awkward fumbling was a far cry from the confident and unapologetic way my stalker is fucking me.
