34. Scream Some More
Bailey
“If you are going to run. Then run.” Sacha takes one step toward me. His feet crunching through the underbrush. “But I will catch you and a Bigfoot only does two things with his prey. Do you want to be eaten? Or fucked?”
My heart pounds in my chest. Fuck. I am already aroused.
“I can smell you now, little beast. I already know what I’ll be choosing. First one,” he grins, taking another step forward, “and then the other. Unless you are scared?”
“Fuck you, I’m not scared.” My words are half a whisper, fear and arousal pump through my veins in equal measure, my white Keds slide across the moss underfoot.
“Then you’d better run, before I give you a reason to be scared.” He grins, showing big sharp teeth. “You have until the count of ten, to get as far away from here as possible.”
“Shit,” I mutter, and then I turn and run. Behind me, I hear him dragging out the numbers, counting loudly as he watches me run away.
“One…Two…Three…”
My feet hit the dirt. I slip and scramble through the forest, no idea where I’m headed, a bumbling infant compared to the way that Sacha moved through the woods, but I can’t stop the wild laugh that bubbles up my throat; a gentle burn aches in my lungs as a flush chases up my face.
I do not hear any more numbers, only my panting breath and the crack of twigs under my feet.
And then he catches me.
I scream as we tumble to the ground, and I try to squirm out of his grasp. My hands scrape against the ground looking for purchase, but large hands grip my waist, jerking me back and pinning me down.
“Do you want me to make you scream some more?” He chuckles, then his mouth is on mine and I lose all track of my senses.
His hips trap me as his hands jerk at my dress, exposing my breast to the summer air for the briefest moment before his mouth captures one of my nipples.
I card my hands deep in his hair, trying to pull him closer, pull him into me. His hands travel up my thighs to find my underwear before ripping them. Jerking the scraps of fabric away from my pussy, and then he’s pushing his dick all the way into me, full and thick and hard. I’m already so wet that he slips in easily and I arch my back, pressing myself up into him as he covers me with his body.
But it still isn’t enough.
“Knot me.” I moan.
He rears back to look me in the eye.
“Knot me,” I say again. He’s silent but I repeat myself, answering his unspoken question. “Knot me, I mean it. I’m sure.”
With a growl he pulls out of me. I start to protest until he flips me over, tugging my ass into the air. Pushing my chest down, into the dirt and sticks that cover the forest floor.
“Fuck, you are perfect.” He shoves my dress up and pushes my thighs apart, “You are all mine, my mate, who is going to take all of me.”
Humid evening air slaps against my ass, highlighting the wetness I know is smeared all over my thighs. I expect the press of his dick again but am surprised when his slick tongue slithers across my slit and traveling up to the pucker of my asshole. Rough noises leak from my lips to be trapped by the forest floor.
One of his hands covers my pussy, he easily slips in one finger, and then a second, stretching me to the point of fullness with his large fingers as his thumb works across my clit andhis slippery tongue continues to press against my ass.
“Sacha. Sacha.” The only word I can find in my throat is his name, as he works me until I am screaming nothing, coming on two of his fingers, and then he presses in three, and when he presses four into me I nearly lose the ability to speak. Melting into a puddle of loose muscles as his hand works me over and over until I am coming apart for him yet again, stretched and full and used.
Just as my body is sagging forward, his fingers leave me; my sensitive flesh still prominent in the air, on display for him. A large warm hand presses against my back, pushing my chest into the ground.
“My perfect beast, wet and loose and ready to be knotted.”
I whimper in response, fear spikes through me, what if I can’t take all of him, what if I’m not enough for him, what if I can’t do it.
All those thoughts are lost as he drives into me with one strong push, settling deep into me with a grunt.
One hand digs into my hair and the other pulls my hips back to him as he drives into me again and again, pressing deep and grinding against me; there’s not even a chance I could control his pace. He speeds up, thrusting faster, harder, rougher, his mouth full of animalistic grunts as he fucks me at a feral pace.
I lose myself twice, not even sure where my body is anymore, but he sinks all the way into me and holds still. I feel the thrilling thickness of him, his knot, the harsh bulge that meets my threshold with an insistent pressure he’s never met me with before. It feels like it might split me open, tear me in half, ruin me forever, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Sacha.” I manage to get his name through my lips in the haze of lust.
With one final growl he jerks me backward, I feel the tight stretch, and then the fulfilling pop as he slides his knot completely inside me.
I scream at the fullness, my body clenches and flutters around him, completely trapped and secure in his grip. My orgasm only seems to make him more wild. He grinds against me, driving me brutally into the ground, nothing coming from his lips but primal noises, before I feel him shudder and finish inside me. Hot spurts of his cum filling me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Bailey, don’t move.” His grip in my hair tightens and I make small approving noises as the pain swirls with the pleasure. “Fuck.” He whispers again against my neck, his hips pump twice more and I feel him come a second time, emptying himself into me.
He twitches above me.
“My sweet little Beast. You make a true monster out of me.” His hand strokes along my side and he presses a series of light kisses into my neck, already back to the perfect gentleman. The one who holds me and talks about how much he cares. He wraps an arm around me, tugging me close. “Are you comfortable? Cold?” He whispers and I nearly giggle.
He rolls us onto our sides, I feel the tug of his knot, still locked inside me, the way it traps us together.
“How long—until it shrinks again?” I wiggle against him to get more comfortable.
“Longer if you keep moving like that, Beast.” He places a hand against my stomach, pulling me firmly against him. The heat of his chest warming my back. He growls in my ear. “Next time, we do this facing each other so I can see those perfect tits while I take you.”
I sigh, pressing my face into his large arm. He’s the one who is perfect, our time together has been perfect.