Page 103 of Stalked
Her nails dig into my forearms where I'm gripping her thighs, holding her up against the bark. The leverage lets me drive deeper, harder, hitting that spot inside her that makes her whimper.
“Yes,” she gasps, and I don't know if she's answering me or just lost in the sensation. “God?—”
“Not God.” I bite down on her shoulder, tasting salt and earth. “Me. Say my fucking name.”
“Vane.” It comes out broken, desperate. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me impossibly deeper. “Please?—”
“Please, what?” I slam into her, the tree bark probably scraping her back through her thin shirt. The thought shouldbother me. It doesn't. Neither does it seem to bother her. “Use your words, wildflower.”
“Harder.” She throws her head back, exposing the long column of her throat. “Make me feel it tomorrow.”
Something feral rips through me. I adjust my grip, fingers digging into the meat of her thighs hard enough to bruise, and give her exactly what she asked for. Each thrust punches the air from her lungs. The wet sound of our bodies meeting fills the night air, obscene and perfect.
“You think you can run from this?” I lean back just enough to watch where we're joined, watching my cock disappear inside her again and again. “From me?”
“No.” Her walls clench around me, fluttering. She's close. “Never again—fuck, right there?—”
“That's right.” I capture her mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing her moans. “You're mine to chase, mine to catch, mine to fuck against trees in the middle of nowhere because you need it just as much as I do.”
She breaks the kiss with a gasp. “Yes, yes, yours?—”
I can't get enough of her, not like this—wild and desperate against the tree. The terror of losing her again claws at my chest, demanding I take more, claim her so thoroughly she can't even think about running. I need to see her completely at my mercy, need to fuck the fear out of both of us.
“On your hands and knees,” I growl, pulling out and letting her feet touch the ground. “Now.”
She collapses to the forest floor on her hands and knees, trembling. Dead leaves and dirt cushion her fall as she positions herself, ass in the air, looking back at me over her shoulder with those amber eyes. Moonlight catches the wetness on her inner thighs, evidence of how much she loves getting fucked by me.
“Look at you,” I say, dropping to my knees behind her, running my hands over the perfect globes of her ass. “My beautiful wildflower, getting fucked in the dirt like an animal.”
I slap her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. She yelps, pushing back against my palm.
“More,” she begs.
I grip her hips and drive into her again, harder than before. The new angle lets me go deeper, hitting places that make her sob with pleasure. Her fingers claw at the earth, gathering dirt and leaves as she tries to anchor herself against my thrusts.
Leaning over her back, I wrap my hand around her throat, applying pressure to the sides—cutting off blood flow but not air. Just enough to make her light-headed, to surrender control completely.
“This is what you needed?” I tighten my grip as I pound into her. “To be hunted down and fucked like the prey you are?”
She can't answer, can only nod frantically as her pussy clenches around me. I feel the telltale fluttering, the way her thighs start to quake.
“That's it,” I encourage, maintaining the pressure on her throat. “Let go for me.”
Her entire body tenses, then convulses. She's shaking violently, her orgasm tearing through her. I pull out completely just as she starts to gush, her release spraying across the forest floor, soaking the leaves beneath us.
“Fuck, look at that,” I groan, watching her body expel everything in powerful waves. Before she's even finished, I slam back into her, chasing her next climax immediately.
Her body still trembles from that last orgasm when I pull the small vial of lube from my pocket. Always prepared. Always planning for exactly this moment.
“Vane—” She looks back at me, eyes wide with realization.
“Every part of you belongs to me.” I pour the slick liquid between her cheeks, watching it drip down. “Even this.”
My thumb circles her tight hole, applying gentle pressure. She whimpers, pushing back against the touch despite herself.
“I'm going to breed this ass,” I tell her, working one finger inside. “Fill you so full of my cum that you'll feel me with every vibration of my bike on the drive back.”
“God—”
