Page 48 of A Ryan Recollection

I pull her pigtails hard, tilting her head up so that I can lean over and press my face against her neck. She smells so fucking good. If I didn’t have this mask on, I would sink my teeth into her neck and suck her so hard she’d have a bruise as big as an apple.

Her tiny little whimpers vibrate through her body as I rail into her. Taking my own pleasure with no thought for hers this time. No doubt she’ll come anyway, because she loves my cock and the way she’s milking me with her greedy little squeezes tells me she’s on the edge already.

“Oh, fuck,” she hisses as she comes and my balls draw up into my stomach. I pick up my pace, sinking into her over and over as she coats me in her slick juices.

I grab her ass harder, letting go of her hair so that I can slide my other hand down to her pussy. I palm her mound in my hand. “Who does this belong to?”

“You,” she breathes and she tips me over the edge until I’m filling her with my release. I hold her against me, pumping every last drop into her so that when she runs off in a moments time, my cum will be dripping out of her.

I pull out of her even though I’d prefer to pin her on the ground and fuck her senseless as soon as my cock is hard enough again — which would be in about two minutes flat.

Sitting back on my heels, I drink in the sight of her. Freshly fucked. Her clothes and legs covered in mud. Her neat pigtails now falling out of their braids.

She pushes herself to her knees. Her breathing hard and fast. I sense her about to make her escape, but I’m not going to stop her. There is no escape from us. She knows that too. But it is so much fun chasing her down.

We know exactly where she is at all times. She’s carrying her cell in her purse and we track that. She also has a tracker in her arm and we can monitor that on an app on our cell phones too. Not to mention we have night vision lenses in our masks.

The hot little cheerleader belongs to us and there is no way we would ever let her go.

Chapter3

Jessie

The demon kneels behind me. I straighten my purse on my shoulder, careful not to make it too obvious because I don’t want him to take it from me. I hear him breathing heavily as he fastens his trousers and know that this is the best moment I have to make my escape.

I rock back onto my heels before jumping up and making a run for it.

“I’ll just catch you again,” he shouts after me.

“Then do it, asshole,” I shout back as I weave through the trees, smiling to myself at my own genius at escaping his clutches. My triumph doesn’t last long though as I run straight into a pair of giant arms attached to a solid chest.

Damn!

Suddenly, his face is illuminated and I am staring up at the face of a super creepy looking clown. I’m not scared of clowns at all, but I do wonder why anyone, especially kids, would find them funny. I mean they are so freaking weird looking.

“Gotcha,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I struggle in his grip and he laughs at my effort. He has biceps like boulders and I’m not going anywhere.

“What do you want?” I scowl at him.

“Oh, a feisty little cheerleader,” he says as he loosens his grip slightly.

I snort as I glare up at him.

Then he bends his head low, so his fake clown mouth is near my ear. “What I want is for you to suck my cock.”

“What?” I blink at him.

“Do it and I’ll let you go.”

I imagine him smiling behind his mask as he says that.

I arch an eyebrow at him. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he chuckles as he unwraps his arms from around my body and places a firm hand on the top of my head.

I swallow hard and allow him to push me to my knees. The rain is getting heavier now. My clothes are wet and my skin is cold but my insides are on fire. Reaching for his zipper, I undo it and reach into his boxers to pull out his cock. It is hard already and precum glistens on the tip. I lick my lips unconsciously which makes him chuckle.

“You want me so bad, little cheerleader,” he teases me.

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