Chapter 12 #2
So I began to rock my hips forward and backward. Each time I slid my pussy away from him, those ridges dragged along my sensitive folds, and I would arch my back and slam back into him, the sensation dragging a whimper from my lips.
Brakkor allowed it to continue for a few minutes, murmuring encouragement as he caressed and fondled.
“I want…” I managed, and he chuckled darkly, his breath ruffling my hair.
“I know what you want, Kitten.”
“No! I mean…” I moaned, knowing I was making a mess of this. “I want you.” It was becoming harder to concentrate on words as my arousal spiked again. “To come. With me,” I gasped.
Brakkor’s hands landed on my hips, halting my movement, and he slid his cock deep into my core as he pulled me upright. “You coming on my cock is all the pleasure I need, Jocelyn.”
I twisted in his hold, arching my back so I could meet his eyes. “Do you want me?”
Inside me, his cock pulsed. “Fuck yes, I want you.”
“Then fuck me. Make me come again. Come with me.”
For a moment, I thought he’d be able to deny me, deny himself.
But then, in a flurry of movement, his claws sliced my bra from me.
He pulled his cock from me and, before I could be disappointed, turned me around and tossed my bra over his shoulder.
He lifted me up and braced his hand against the tree so that I locked my legs around his waist, and…
This time, when he entered me, and my orgasm crashed over me, I threw back my head and screamed his name.
His hand slipped under my ass, holding me firmly in place.
He leaned forward, and suddenly, I was dangling from him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The shift in position drove him deeper into me, and I let out a low moan, my arms wrapping around his neck for support as my climax coursed through me.
And then he began to move. His cock, slick with my climax, thrust into me with a deliberate slowness that made every nerve ending in my body spark with electricity. The ridges along his shaft dragged against my inner walls, each ridge creating a wave of sensation that rippled through me.
I could feel each one distinctly—the first ridge pulling at my entrance, the next stroking the sensitive spot inside me, and the final one pressing deep, sparking a pleasure so intense it stole my breath.
Brakkor’s gaze locked onto mine, his glowing green eyes holding me captive. It was as if he could see straight through me, into the very core of my being. His lips parted slightly, and the muscles in his temple flexed, right before he began his filthy talk.
“You feel that, Kitten?” he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through his chest and into mine. “Feel every ridge of my cock sliding into that tight little cunt? You’re so fucking wet for me. So hot and tight. It’s like you were made to fuck me.”
His words were crude, filthy, and they sent a wave of heat washing over me.
My entire body flushed, and I could feel the cool forest air against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Brakkor.
The realization that I was completely naked while Brakkor was still fully clothed sent a thrill through me.
There was something so primal, so raw about it.
I could feel my pleasure building, or perhaps it had never fully abated from the last orgasm. The sensations were overwhelming, the ridges of his cock creating a friction that was almost too much to bear. My nails dug into the skin of his neck, my grip tightening as the intensity increased.
“Out in the middle of nature like this,” Brakkor murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Naked and writhing on my cock, taking every inch of me like a good little Mate.”
His words sent a surge of arousal through me, and I could feel my pussy clenching around him, the pleasure building with each stroke. I tried to respond, to tell him yes, I loved it, but all that came out was a strangled moan.
Brakkor’s lips curved into a wicked smile, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot on my ear. “That’s it, Kitten. Moan for me. Let the whole fucking forest know who you belong to.”
The idea of being seen, of being exposed, only made me more aroused. I could feel the tension in his body, the coiled strength as he thrust into me, each movement precise and controlled.
“You’re mine, Kitten,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “Every inch of you belongs to me. And I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll never forget it.”
I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my core growing with each thrust. His cock was hitting all the right spots, the ridges creating a sensation that was almost too much to handle. I could feel my body tensing, my muscles clenching around him as I teetered on the edge of oblivion.
“You’re so close, Joss,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “I can feel it. You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you? You’re going to scream my name again, just like you did before.”
This feeling...it was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Brakkor’s heat, his slick body, roughly thrusting into me, the connection so intense it felt crude and raw. He was insatiable; his thrusts quickened, punctuating the way we both gasped for air.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Brakkor murmured, his voice a low growl. “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, begging for my cum.”
His words were too much, and I was teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the need for release. And then, he said it. The one thing that sent me crashing over the edge.
“Come for me, Joss. Come all over my cock. Let me claim you.”
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I screamed, my body convulsing as the pleasure tore through me. Brakkor’s hand tightened on my ass, holding me against him as he stood upright, pulling me flush against his body. Even that movement sent shockwaves through me, my climax starting over again.
Then Brakkor’s cock pulsed deep inside me, and with a wordless roar, he threw his head back, his own climax ripping through him.
I could feel him coming, feel the heat of him spilling deep inside me, and it only intensified my ecstasy. I clung to him, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Brakkor held me tight, his body trembling with his own release, his breath ragged and harsh.
As the throbbing eventually slowed, Brakkor exhaled, chin dropping as he turned to lean his shoulder against the tree, still holding me close.
His cock was deep inside me, and I could feel the occasional pulse as his body recovered.
My cheek pressed against his shoulder, my breath coming in soft pants.
“That was...” I started, but I couldn’t find the words to finish.
Brakkor chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against mine. “Yeah, it was.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies intertwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The forest around us was quiet, the only sounds were the soft rustle of leaves and the distant bird calls as the shadows grew long.
It was peaceful, serene, a stark contrast to the raw, primal passion that had just consumed us.
Finally, Brakkor shifted, slowly pulling out of me.
I whimpered softly at the loss as a rush of his seed slid from my body to cover the front of his jeans.
With a soft curse, he set me gently on my feet, making sure I was steady before releasing me.
I leaned back against the tree, my legs still shaky, my body still buzzing with aftershocks, as he stooped to pick up my ripped panties and cleaned me as best he could.
I was buck-ass naked, and he was still fully dressed.
Suddenly, the wind I hadn’t noticed a moment ago seemed too chilly, and I wrapped my arms around my middle. He glanced up, saw what I was doing, and cursed himself quietly.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. Let’s get you warmed up.”
After tucking himself back in, he gently helped me pull my little sundress over my head. My bra was probably gone for good, and I felt still nude without underwear.
But Brakkor scooped me up and pulled me against his chest, where I was warm once more. I snuggled closer, feeling strangely…conflicted. I was sated, and my body still thrummed with the aftershocks of my pleasure, but…
As he carried me back toward the road, I felt protected. Cherished. Loved. That was it; I felt loved. But to Brakkor, that had been just a hunting, catching, fucking. There’d been no love there, just nature. He’d made that clear.
I pressed my forehead to his shoulder, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. Because despite my best efforts, I’d fallen in love with Brakkor, and he still held all the power.
He hummed softly and brushed his chin against the top of my head. “Almost there. I’m not saying this wasn’t a fun time, but I could have chosen a better place to claim my Mate.”
Mate?
Was he trying to keep me with him longer? String me along by coming up with cute terms of endearment? I loved him, but I wished I didn’t.
Because when he decided he’d been right all along, and didn’t need me for more than a quick hookup, an easy fuck, it was going to hurt so much more.