Chapter 6 #2
It slows me down significantly as I fight to go faster, my heart practically in my throat. But I’m fooling myself. I’m struggling to make an escape that’s impossible.
The masked predator easily shows me this within seconds.
As I’m slogging through the snow, he’s coming up from behind, closing the gap between us. He’s barreling toward me with the same heavy pants and footsteps I’ve come to expect.
“AHHH!” I scream in alarm as I’m ripped off my feet.
For a second time within minutes, I’m seemingly sailing through the air as he scoops me up into his arms with little to no effort at all. He’s so large and muscular, picking me up is basically nothing to him.
The trees, snow, and overcast sky pass in a blur of motion.
I’m spinning, body twisting in his hold. Then I’m suddenly turned right side up as my back collides with a solid but rough and frayed surface. I’ve been slammed up against a thick tree, once again pinned by the Santa Clause hunter.
But it’s not in the same explorative way as before—he’s angrier, more aggressive as he grunts and wrestles me up against the large pine.
I have no chance of fighting him off. No hope or prayer of escape.
When you’re snatched up by a man as massive as him, there’s no pretending you aren’t in the submissive position. Still, I writhe in his hold, another pulse of panic thrumming through me.
He doesn’t take his time. He’s run out of patience as I’m pressed against the tree and the bark digs into my back, scraping the skin through my clothes.
One arm keeps me pinned while the other slides down my body. I forget how to breathe or even think as his powerful hands shove aside my coat and then fondle my breasts. He grunts as if in approval, clamping one large hand over a breast and giving it a vicious squeeze.
I gasp at how rough he is, how primitive the clenching touch feels.
Yet it ignites a hot pulse between my thighs. The same throbbing desire I’d distantly recognized moments ago when he tackled me into the snow. The disturbing epiphany that I craved him as much as he seems to crave me.
I can do nothing but stare into his rugged masked face, the black holes that make up his eyes darker and bleaker than ever. Somehow more menacing and terrifying yet thrilling enough to ignite an electric current through me.
My mouth hangs open as he continues his groping. He goes from squeezing my breast to dragging thick fingers down the flat expanse of my stomach. The way I tremble as he does seems to turn him on even more. He releases another guttural grunt and then grinds his hips against mine.
So beast-like and primitive I find myself breathless.
I really have forgotten how to breathe. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting to see what he does next.
He shoves my coat the rest of the way off then goes to wrench away my shirt. My hands immediately fly up to cover his, so inconsequential and small in comparison, but it doesn’t even matter. He smacks them away and rips apart the fabric with disturbing ease.
My shirt falls open, torn at the seams by his brutal hands.
Sharp, icy air rushes me, attacking my now-exposed chest and making my nipples hard even through my bra.
“No!” I gasp, scrabbling some more.
But even as I try to push away his hands with mine he’s able to keep going. He tugs the cups of my bra down, exposing my bare breasts to the frigid winter cold and then gruffly moves onto the leggings I’m wearing.
“Stop it!” I cry out, squirming out of desperation. “Get away from me!”
My breasts have sprung free, heavy and aching in the icy air. It only takes seconds for my nipples to for stiff peaks, stinging from the low temperatures while the hot desire inside me serves as a contrast.
I’m so damn confused as I smack away his hands and twist against him, pinned helplessly to the tree.
His fingers hook inside the band of my leggings then shove the spandex all the way down my hips. I skipped panties today, so dazed and triggered from everything that’s happened I wasn’t myself when I got dressed.
Now it seems like a terrible mistake as the spandex slides down my thighs and my pussy’s exposed.
“NO!” I scream at the top of my lungs in some vain hope somebody’ll hear me. I claw at his broad shoulder, drawing a red line into his skin. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?! TELL ME!”
But he never offers any answers.
He doesn’t give me anything but the thick, throaty grunt he releases as he wrenches the leggings the rest of the way off and then flattens me against the tree. His arms hook under my thighs and force them around his waist.
He’s hard. His large, heavy erection presses into me.
I’m shivering and naked and outraged but also ashamed that my pussy’s slick. She’s wet and throbbing as my legs band around him and I slash away at his chest and shoulders.
If it pains him, he doesn’t show any signs it does.
My nails sinking into his skin make no difference as his breathing deepens and he buries his masked face into the crook of my neck again, smelling me some more.
Then he’s undoing his own pants and pulling out his dick. I barely get a look at it as he cages me against the tree and thrusts himself deep inside me.
Fuck!
I scream the word inside my head as my eyes screw shut and I’m forced to take him. It’s as big as the rest of him; his dick wide and girthy enough I question if he really is human. My nails sink into his shoulder all over again, thighs spread wide and pussy stretching to take him.
He groans his approval, grinding his hips against mine, burying his dick deep inside me.
It feels like he’s in my fucking stomach.
I’m clinging to him not even by choice. More so out of shock as my pussy tingles and aches. I’ve never taken a man so large. A man so insistent and dominant.
…because he hardly waits before he’s drawing his hips back and then shoving himself back inside all over again.
I cry out sharply as I’m forced to take him whole—or as much of him that can fit inside me. He’s so big, he can’t fit his entire length.
He doesn’t let it slow him down. He doesn’t hesitate.
His hips are wild and frantic drilling into me. His thrusts are a burst of dominant, vicious energy as he quickly starts pounding into me, bashing away at a pleasure spot inside my pussy.
I have no choice but to hang onto him and bear the brutal force. For me to find some blips of pleasure among the stinging pain and unbearable stretch of him.
He’s truly untamed, fucking me like the beast he is.
My blood heats up, electrified by the pleasure he’s bringing. Even the pain causes adrenaline to surge and makes me cry out.
He drives into me harder and faster, slamming his hips back and forth. His palms grope at my soft skin and leave marks I know will bruise and hurt even more later.
But I anchor myself against him, losing myself in the steady, fast motion. In his drilling hips and thick dick that sinks deep inside my quivering, slick pussy. My legs tighten around him, the heels of my feet digging into his ass as he takes me with barbaric hunger.
His rhythm is relentless and wild, hips more beast than man, his body acting on the most primitive instinct.
One hand twists in my curls, yanking my head back against the tree, and he buries his masked face into my throat. His teeth gnaw at the skin through the opening in his mask, his tongue then poking out to lick me up.
It’s as if he can’t control himself. He has to experience me in every way there is to experience me.
I’m crying out without even knowing what I’m saying. It’s gibberish, my mouth hanging open as he drives deeper and deeper ’til it feels like he’s about to rip me in two.
I cope by dragging my nails across the broad, muscular ridges of his back. I mark him up, causing blood to bead in morbid patterns.
He simply grunts into my ear and works his hips even faster. He thrusts into me ’til I’m battered and swollen, pinned against the tree, my pussy spasming as finally pleasure reaches an all-time high.
The angle is everything—he’s found the exact spot I need, stroking it deep and setting off a firestorm of nerve endings. I can feel the flex of the slick muscles on his back as he finally sinks deep enough my orgasm is triggered.
Suddenly, I’m falling apart. I’m holding onto him for leverage as it feels like I’d melt into the snow otherwise.
The pleasure crashes down over me. My pussy tingles so hard it aches. It almost hurts as my walls quiver and grip at his thick dick.
I’m screaming into the winter air before I even realize I am. What I’m yelling, I’m not even sure. It’s possibly not even English—possibly just gibberish—as he drills away and even my clit throbs against the friction of his hips colliding with mine.
The snap and grind of our bodies is so damn shameless. It’s so damn intense I don’t know down from up.
All I know is him. His hips crashing against me. His dick buried deep. His grunts and pants as he fucks me like the beast he is.
The moment is raw and uninhibited as snowflakes fall around us and the bark tears up my back.
But I don’t give a shit. The only thing that matters in the moment is the pleasure lighting me up. The tingles in my pussy as I clench around his dick and he buries himself to the hilt then grunts so thickly, I realize he can’t take it anymore.
He’s reached his fill too.
More pleasure tingles up my spine, setting every nerve on fire.
Our hands are everywhere, fisting hair and bruising skin. He unloads himself inside me, his cum hot and thick and gushing.
His hips are operating on such a primitive drive that his thrusts are spasmodic even after he’s come. They continue thrusting away against me ’til he’s emptied every drop of himself inside my swollen, slick pussy.
Then he’s grunting my name. He’s breathing so heavily, he buries his masked face against my throat and groping my frozen, naked body. I’m panting just as heavily, so overcome by lust and pleasure I’m dizzy.
I’ve never… come so hard. I’ve never been so consumed by raw need I lost myself like this.
But he’s brought it out of me. He’s shown me things I crave that I didn’t even realize I did.
…that I was probably too afraid to admit I do.
Finally, he draws back enough that my shaky legs drop from his waist. I’m barely able to stand on my own—and even then, the tree is doing half the heavy lifting.
He drags his faded Santa Claus pants back up, buckling the belt and stepping back.
My mouth opens as if to ask him a question, but I’m not even sure what to ask after everything that’s happened.
What is there even to say at this point? How can I even begin to make sense of this?
He seems to agree as he turns and then strides off, disappearing between the trees.