Page 30 of Tempting the Titan

He will catch me, and when he does... the reward will be worth the effort.

Atlas

Celeste surprised me by agreeing to play out my deepest, darkest fantasy. She's a vision of beauty as she runs through the forest, letting me hunt her like a wild animal.

Leaves crunch beneath her feet as she pushes herself to move faster. She can feel my presence, even if she can't see me. She knows I'm somewhere close behind, hunting her like an animal.

Celeste agreed to this game, and I feel a powerful thrill for the first time tonight. She is a vision of beauty, her curves bouncing as she runs through the trees, and I want her more than ever.

She is my prey, and I'm determined to catch her. She's fast and fierce, but can she handle me?

Celeste is slowing down, and I can tell she's exhausted. But I keep my distance, staying close enough to her so she believes she can outrun me. I watch her every move, admiring the graceful curves of her body.

Her enormous breasts bounce against her shirt with each step she takes, and her inviting doe-like eyes and full lips make her all the more enticing.

My prize is within reach. Soon, I'm right behind her, and without warning, I grab her around the waist. She gasps excitedly, and when our eyes meet, I see the stormy longing in her gaze.

My mouth waters as I circle closer, prowling with slow, steady steps, stalking like a predator. She's innocent, and I'm a beast, toying with its prey. She tries to flee, but I catch her.

Before she can break free, I spin her to face the giant trunk of a smooth willow tree, keeping my fingers firmly around her waist, holding her in place while I lower my lips to her ear.

She’s squirming and moaning, her breaths coming out as pants and gasps.

“You’re so needy,” I mutter, lifting her skirt, moving her panties aside, and sliding my fingers to her sopping core.

As I plunge one finger inside her, opening her up and teasing her with my touch, she lets out a husky groan. When she gasps, I know I’ve found the spot, and I add a digit, fucking her slowly with my hand, thrusting in a rhythm that renders her speechless.

I want to let the animal side of me take control. I want to fuck her hard and primal, but I’m teasing her, breaking her in.

She’s squirming and moaning, her breaths coming out as pants and gasps. I’m being gentle when she wants it rough.

I can’t hold back another moment. I quickly unzip my pants and unleash my aching cock. After sheathing myself, I notch the crown of my erection at her soaked core.

“Fuck, Celeste.” I pull out, but she thrusts back hard, chasing my cock. “Tell me you want it.”

She reaches behind and digs her nails into my thigh. “I want it,” she cries.

I push in, stretching her wide to take all of me. She gasps and twists to watch me claim her. Unable to see down the length of her body from this angle, she moans and writhes against me, eventually resting her forehead on the tree trunk as she surrenders her body to me.

“Good girl. You feel so good. You were made for me.”

Watching her body swallow mine causes a deep groan to rise from my chest and echo throughout the forest.

I pull out of her and thrust in with more force each time. I'm swept away by the sensation that comes from fucking her like a madman. My grasp on her waist is too tight and will probably leave marks, yet she lets out pleasurable moans when I rub her clit. The sound of our bodies merging creates a beautiful melody.

“It’s too much,” she gasps as she sucks in a ragged breath.

“You were made to take all of me.” I keep my thumb on her clit, rubbing back and forth, keeping up the pressure until she starts to relax and surrender to pleasure.

“You feel too big for me. I’m splitting in two.”

She’s close. I can feel her shuddering around my length. “You ready, dirty girl?” She nods, twisting to face me, her mouth parting in a silent scream. “Give it to me. Give me what I want.”

Her wetness explodes inside of her, drenching me. “That's it. Good girl.”

My balls begin to tighten, and my cock threatens to blow, so I grab her hips tightly and pound her hard. The orgasm rumbles through me like thunder rolling over the open plains. I shout as my pleasure peaks, but I don’t stop until she comes again. She’s babbling incoherently, her eyes shut tight, her mouth open.

She’s perfect. And she’s mine.

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