Chapter 4
FOUR
MOLLY
He chases after me instantly.
“Show me what you got!” I shout without looking back.
There’s no one but us in the dark field built like a maze. Every turn and nook feels like a trap, adding to the ecstasy filling my bloodstream.
Glancing down, I lift my hand to fix my top.
A freaking mistake.
“Oomph!” I slam into my masked abductor, who conjures out of thin air in front of me.
Crap! He took a shortcut.
Did Matt scout out the field beforehand?
Grabbing the back of my neck with one large palm, he slides the other underneath my ass and takes us both down. My heart lurches to my throat in anticipation of the jolt of clashing onto the dirty ground, but he’s gentle as he lays me flat.
There’s my Matt.
His softness lasts for only a second. Wrenching my arms over my head, he crisscrosses and traps them. Unlike before, there’s no give as I jerk and pull.
Dipping his chin, he stares at my heaving chest. The same breast he groped earlier has spilled free. I can’t help but arch and push them toward him.
Amusement wafts from him at my struggle.
Is it the same Matt I’ve known all these years? Why didn’t I tell him my fantasy sooner? Will he agree to making it a yearly tradition?
“Why are you doing this?” I ask fearfully, continuing to thrash and resist his touch. “What did I ever do to you?”
Straddling my hips with his knees on either side, his index finger skims down the slope of my neck, trailing along my collarbone, and hooking into the thin strap of my top.
“No!” Goosebumps erupt on my skin as he lowers it. “Please, don’t. You can still let me go.”
My other breast comes free for his sizzling gaze. Circling the hard tip, he toys with me, making me shiver. Cupping the underside, his fingers form a V around my nipple and squeeze harshly.
“I said I’m sorry for calling you an asshole,” I whimper even though it’s from the wicked sensation. “Why are you doing this? Don’t touch me.”
I buck underneath him, turning side to side.
His palm scrapes from one neglected breast to the other, torturing it the same way. I swear my nipples have never been this engorged.
“Sto—” He shoves two fingers between my lips, cutting me off. Pushing them deeper, he gags me on purpose.
I breathe through my nose, trying not to retch. He pulls back out just as abruptly and uses my saliva to wet my tight nipples. Finally bestowing them the attention I’ve been secretly wishing for, he rubs and rolls them around one by one.
Pretending to be disgusted, I yell angrily, “I’m going to tell the cops, you bastard. I’ll have you arrested.”
His chest vibrates like he’s silently laughing.
I narrow my gaze. “Fuck you, asshole.”
Gripping my shirt in the middle as it bunches underneath my breasts, he rips the satin in half with a sharp yank. The sound of tearing fabric pierces the wind. Throwing the ruined top somewhere behind me, he leers at my naked upper body.
Trailing his hand down my soft stomach, he deftly unbuttons my jeans and unzips to reveal the edges of my transparent lace panties.
He pauses at the sight for half a breath, like it’s throwing him off balance.
Like he’s seeing between my thighs for the first time.
Once again using his distraction against him, I yank my wrists free and flip onto my stomach to crawl away. I shiver as he grasps my ankle. Kicking back, I rise onto my knees to run from him.
A heavy weight lands on my back, crushing me to the unforgiving earth. My mouth yells, “No! Let me go! Let go! Let me go!”
While my mind chants… Fuck me! Take me! Ravage me!
With a fist in my hair, he turns my face to the side and presses it against the ground. Pushing one hand between our bodies, my jeans and panties are tugged down my ass.
The scent of my arousal drifts between us, bringing heat to my cheeks.
A normal girl wouldn’t be turned on by this.
Yet I can’t help but hunger for more.
To be dominated to the extreme.
“Oh my god! No… no… no,” I cry as rough hands drag my jeans and panties past my knees. A hot palm cups my mound possessively, earning a satisfied sigh from my lips. I quickly change my tune. “D-don’t touch me there.”
Dipping two fingers in my slit, my predator swirls them through my wetness. The ultimate proof of how much I’m enjoying this.
“Whyyy? Sto— Oohhh.” He thrusts them into my pussy savagely.
Jeez. Why do his fingers feel so much bigger and calloused?
Curving them in a perfect angle, he pulls out and pumps them back inside just as roughly. Right against my hidden spot that blasts stars behind my eyes. Making it so much difficult to play pretend.
Held down and finger fucked in the middle of nowhere, I’ve never felt more alive.
“Y-you won’t—” Thrust. “—g-get away—” Thrust. “—with—” Thrust. “—t-this-s.”
Setting a ruthless pace, he steals the air from my lungs.
I try not to rock back against his hand. I truly try. But I can’t help it.
The intensity is too rapturous not to.
“Fuck!” I curse. Oh-so close to falling over the edge.
He stops.
“No!” The denial is for him to keep going. But we pretend it’s a part of the scene. “You can still let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
The sound of his zipper lowering fills the air, crackling the tension between us.
Dirt cakes my cheek and small rocks bite into my skin, bound to leave scratches. Yet I couldn’t care less. I want a souvenir of this night. To remember it for days to come, every time I stare in the mirror.
Spreading my thighs as far as they’d go, the velvety head of his cock rubs my folds. His precum mixes with my juices as he trails his length up and down my slit. Spreading me. Exposing my clit. Teasing my pussy.
“Don’t do this.” His dick pulses at my scared tone. “Please. Don’t put it in me.”
Put. It. In. Me.
As if he can hear my thoughts, I hear the rise in his breathing. Our slickness is driving him to the brink of insanity.
My hole clenches, aching to be filled.
Pounded.
Tamed.
“Please.” I push back against his hand that’s gripping the roots of my hair. He notches the fat crown at my opening. “Don’t.”
He drives into my cunt to the hilt.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
How the hell did he become so huge?
My walls feel split in half as though I’ve been impaled by a searing hot bat. Pleasurable pain wrenches a loud cry from my throat. My brain scrambles as he growls low and deep.
Actually fucking growls.
Like a dangerous animal.
The shock of it terrifies me enough to try to escape by flailing against his unforgiving grip. Grunting a noise of displeasure, he seizes my waist and slams viciously inside me.
“God!” I moan.
Spanking my right ass cheek hard, he withdraws to the tip and plunges his monstrous cock into my spasming channel. Removing his hand from my face, he takes a hold of both sides of my hips to hammer into me brutally.
Fiercely.
Mercilessly.
An urgency in his rhythm, like it may be the first and last time he’s fucking me. If only he knew I crave this very thing daily.
No more fight left in me under the onslaught of wicked pleasure, I accept his perfect barbarity. Scratching and clawing at the ground. Moaning and whimpering uncontrollably.
Our hips slap together, creating an erotic symphony.
My pussy makes wet noises every time he bottoms out.
My ass cheeks smart with each hard spank.
The denied orgasm rises from its slumber. Desperate for it, I meet his every thrust. Capturing my wrists, he pulls them behind my back to pin me down with one hand. Shoving a hand between the ground and my body, he seeks out my clit and frantically flicks and rubs it.
“Yes… Yes!” I whimper, forgetting everything but the need to come.
Stuffing me full of his dick, his finger pinches my nub lightly, sparking my climax to life. I choke his shaft with my clenching walls as I orgasm hard and blindingly.
Covering my back entirely, he lifts my ass off the ground and drills my pussy like it’s a cocksleeve.
Tears leak from my eyes, while a smile curls my lips as he uses me for his pleasure for the first time. Uncaring if he brings me a little pain. Unbothered if he leaves bruises.
His groin presses flush against my ass as he stills, shooting his ropey cum inside me. Aware I have an implant.
My pussy warms at the feel of him filling me up.
His thrusts switch to a slow grind as I fall limp. Every inch of my body is humming in satisfaction.
In awe of my boyfriend’s performance, not knowing he had it in him, I break character. “Fucking hell, Matt.”
He stills.
“I’m not going to be able to walk for a week.” I chuckle. His chest lifts off my back as he pulls out his semi-hard cock. My breathing calming down a little, I turn over with an impressed grin. “I told you that yo—”
A white handkerchief covers my nose and lips.
I shudder in fright, eyes widening as I’m forced to inhale the fabric.
Is he drugging me?
What is Matt doing? This wasn’t part of the plan.
The black mask stares back at me as I grab his wrist, feeling the drug take effect. I mumble something, but it’s swallowed up by the hand on my mouth.
My last thought before blackness consumes me?
The masked man isn’t my boyfriend.