Page 30 of Be My Sinner

She is stunning. A star exploding with energy before me, streaking across the sky in a spark of fire that threatens to send my world into a raging inferno. I stroke my cock hard, so close to erupting with the sight before me. She finally stops shaking, her body slackening before me. She opens those exquisite eyes, and they are filled with drowsy satisfaction.

I move between the seats, pumping my cock like a madman that needs to explode, needs to conquer what is his. The electric current racing up my spine and through my cock has my cum erupting and spurting all over her pussy lips, stomach, and chest. Her fingers trail through the mess languidly. She picks up some of the cum on her fingers and spreads it across her plump pussy lips, before pushing her fingers deep inside of her with a groan. Her other hand slides through more of the creamy fluid and coats her forefinger and middle finger, then she brings them to her lips and sucks them clean.

“You taste so good,” she moans with satisfaction, the little savage, while she picks up more of my semen and slides it inside her warm pussy. My cock is painfully hard; in fact, I don’t think it even went down for a second. I watch as she coats herself in my essence, making sure to catch every drop by either feeding it to her mouth or slipping it inside of her pussy.

I want to fuck all her holes. I want to ram my cock into her throat, stop her from breathing, then ravage her swollen pussy until she screams my name, and loses her voice. Then fill her ass with my cum until all her holes have had a taste of me, are filled with me and my stain of ownership. She is mine, and I plan to paint her insides with my ownership.

First, though, I want to see her run. I want to see her scream, and then I want to see her bleed. She needs it just as much as I do, and I won’t deny her the pleasure I can give her. Give us.

“You have a four-minute head start into the woods, Nightstar. You had better make use of it, my sexy whore. When I catch you, and Iwillcatch you, I’m going to fuck you into the dirty forest ground and carve my name into that pretty flesh.”

Her eyes widen dramatically at my words. She reaches over to grab her clothing, but I bat them out of her hands and throw them over the seat so she can’t reach them.

“Naked.”

“But…Sammy.” She doesn’t get another word out of her lips before I squeeze her chin and mouth in my tight grip.

“Go. The clock is starting.”

Chapter 14

The Sinner

Dinah

“Go.Theclockingisstarting.” His words have me scrambling out of the car and heading towards the thick bushes surrounding us. The night air is cool as it meets my overheated flesh, my socked feet giving me minimal protection against the forest floor, every twig and rock digging into my soft skin.

My breath quickens, my chest rising and falling with anticipation. I’m giddy like a small child on an adventure, rather than a woman running naked through the woods, waiting for a man to capture her and bring her to her knees.

My eyes quickly scan the landscape before me, looking for a place to hide, even if it’s just for a moment from Sammy. I know it won’t take him long to track me. He’s the one who taught me everything I know about stalking prey. I grab onto a fallen pine bough and drag it behind me, trying desperately to hide my light footprints. I have no intention of making this easier on him.

He wants to play, and I am keen to give him a merry chase through the woods. Call meRed Riding Hood, with the big, bad wolf chasing me down. The truth of those fairytales they tell little girls, is that the charming prince will never make your blood sing like the villain will. You want the wolf. You want him to capture and devour you, until nothing is left but a puddle of your needs and wants. The prince is not going to supply you with the same depravity and carnal ministrations as the villain.

Do I want Sammy to catch me?Eventually.

My body fills with excitement and competitiveness. As much as I want him to hunt me and bring me down to the forest floor, rutting me into the ground like a fucking animal, I also want to evade him, so his temper rises, and his frustration mounts.

I want him to lose that precarious control he always carries around with him like a shield by the time he finally gets his hands on me. Sammy, completely undone and unhinged, is one of my favorite sights, and so rarely lately have I gotten to experience it.

Up ahead, I see a small hill with thick Sumac, Dogwood, and Sedges growing on the hillside, disguising the ground and giving someone small like me a place to temporarily hide. I know I will have to climb to higher ground to keep out of his reach eventually. The knowledge doesn’t make me feel better, or fill me with confidence, with my swollen pussy and breasts exposed to all that rough tree bark. Fuck it, I’ll deal with that when I need to.

I quickly rush into the thick foliage, dragging the pine bough with me and using it to erase all my steps. I pull dead leaves and branches closer to me, using them and dirt to help disguise my pale flesh from the fading moonlight and the coming dawn. The scents of nature all around me fill my senses and help to drive the rush of the chase to chaotic levels in my bloodstream.

A twig breaking in the silence of the forest is my first indication that he is making his way on almost silent feet toward me. I can’t see him; he’s purposely trying to stay out of my view and catch me blindsided by his large presence. It’s actually amazing how such a large male can hide in plain sight. It’s also what makes him so dangerous to our common enemies.

The call of birds overhead in the thick trees indicates that he is moving so slowly that even they don’t sense the predator amongst them. I bite hard down on my lower lip, forcing myself to swallow any sounds and regulate my breathing. I have to be prepared to run at a split second’s notice.

The sound of something scurrying to my left has my eyes searching the deep, thick green branches around me. My skin stings from where various branches have scratched me in my attempt to run and hide, and I’m pretty sure I’m bleeding now. Not that it matters; Sammy’s promised to carve his name into my skin, so one way or another, there will be blood.

The scurrying sound is getting closer and louder. My eyes spy a small brown Pine Marten closing in quickly on me. Its dark eyes are large and wide as it, too, tries its best to hide in the thick foliage from the perceived threat.

I squeeze my frame closer to the ground, trying to stop the squeal that wants to escape my lips as the damn weasel hides in the bush right next to me. The little fucker is making a ruckus and dragging attention to my hiding spot. I try to bat at him without disturbing the leaves, but he ignores my attempts to shoo him away.Asshole.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Sammy’s dark clothing, like a shadow moving through the forest floor. I can barely hear his footsteps as he moves from one tree to another, staring up at the tall branches and trying to determine if I have taken to higher ground.Fuck, I should have done that first, rather than trying to hide in the dirt.

“Come out, Nightstar. Let the big monster ravish you.” His words come out almost song-like, with a melody filled with humor.

I keep my mouth shut and my movements still and quiet, waiting to see if he passes me so I can backtrack toward the car. He won’t expect me to do that. He expects me to run further into the forest so he can chase me. He’s almost past my hiding spot when the fucking Marten darts out of the bush and runs between his legs, leaping from the base of one tree to another in a zigzag pattern to avoid capture.

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