Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
When I’m swept off my feet, it’s so sudden and soundless, my yelp is cut off by a hand, and suddenly, I’m being stomped into the woods by a man twice my size, my feet dangling above ground. My butt is secured against his belt buckle, the metal biting into my cheeks, his free hand roving up and down the front of my body, fondling my breasts, squeezing them, his knuckles raking down and up my mound.
“Barry!” I scream into his hand, my call of his name muffled by that heavy palm. “Take me back to the room.”
“It’s too late for that,” he grits, the condom still between his teeth.
“You have no control.”
“You make me lose it.” He cups my sex in a hard grip, jiggling it roughly. “I could be banging this in a soft bed right now. But you had to run.”
We’re about fifteen yards from the path when he sets me on my feet and spins me around. Letting the condom fall from between his clamped teeth to the ground, his mouth taking hot, immediate possession of mine. My back bows as I’m bent backward over his arm, his tongue stroking into my mouth, intoxicating me. Making me forget that I’m supposed to be in control. The princess. “What have you done to me?” he mutters thickly, dragging me higher against his body until I’m on my tippy toes, his hands roving over my backside, kneading both sides in a sexually frustrated massage. “What the fuck have you done to me?”
That question rings in my head.
What have I done to him?
This is not the kind of man who drags a girl into the woods and inflicts his will upon her. Between our game, my teasing, his needs that have had years to build without relief and my determination to run off in brief clothing, I’ve turned him into an animal. But I don’t want him to regret being too rough with me later.
This man having regrets about me seems to be my biggest fear now.
“Slow down,” I whisper, smoothing my touch down the side of his face. Gentle. “You’re not treating me like a princess, Barry.”
That robs the breath out of him, his head lifting to betray the distress in his gaze. “I’m trying, but I swear to God, if I don’t fuck you, I’m going to die.” His fingers trail up and down in the split of my backside, rubbing my tender rear entrance through the thin material of my shorts. “Was I really inside this sweet ass last night? Did I really come inside of it?”
I bite his lip, tugging on it until he grunts. “You made such a big mess.”
His groan rumbles against my body. “I’m sorry.”
I can feel him shifting back down into a state of thrall. With me. Allowing me to hold him there, keep him suffering, suspended in lust, in a way his body obviously loves. Even if it causes him a little pain. “Maybe if you can’t fuck me without breaking the condom, you should just make a mess in my mouth, instead.”
His tortured moan echoes through the woods. “No. Please. I can’t stop thinking about how ripe your pussy is. Looks like a fresh little tulip.” He whips off his sweatshirt and throws it down on the ground beside our feet. “Lay down. Please, princess. I can’t concentrate until it’s milking me.”
My pulse is racing just thinking about his bulky weight moving between my legs, the heat of his skin against mine, how much pleasure I can give him.
How much he can give me.
It’s those thoughts that have me sinking to my knees and lying down on his triple XL sweatshirt. Panting, he unzips his pants and follows me, flattening me to the earth almost immediately, his mouth moving in a delicious assault over mine while he works down my shorts and panties, all the way to my ankles, before he brings them to his nose, breaking our kiss to inhale my scent from the cotton and spandex.
All the while he’s sucking down my aroma, he’s looking at the flesh between my legs, his shaft bobbing and jerking, a rope of come jetting across my belly.
He throws down my wadded-up shorts and reaches for his length, falling forward on top of me with a curse, guiding himself between my thighs.
“Condom!” I cry out.
“Fuck!” he’s shuddering violently, the tip of his erection pulsing, pulsing, pulsing against my breach “I want it in. Now.”
“Me too,” I whimper. “Safely.”
With an agonized roar, he looks around, searching the leafy ground for the packet. Finding it, he rips the square open with a flash of white teeth, reaching up to remove the ring of latex, shoving it down between our bodies, panting like a beast while he rolls it on.
“Good boy,” I praise him, raking my fingernails upward through his chest hair, my flesh growing sensitive as he continues to brush himself against my clit. Rubbing himself so deeply and insistently against my slit, he’s almost inside of me already, before he’s even penetrated. “Barry…”