12. Levi
LEVI
S he’s lying.
I believe that she may not know who sent her after me, but there’s more to the story than she’s letting on. Oddly enough, I’m willing to bet it has everything to do with the flash drive hidden in a very unreachable place. What I don’t believe is that she’s telling me the whole truth.
She tries to crawl away from me, her body still vibrating under my hands. For a moment, I worried I broke her with how hard she came against my tongue.
My pretty little thief.
Finally, with the truth out in the open, I can take her the way we both desperately need. I wasn’t lying when I said her pussy was dripping for me. I draw back, running my fingers through the come slipping through her folds and swirling it around her clit.
I knew there was more to her than the stuck-up, prudish demeanor she likes to portray. I knew once I got my hands on her, she’d turn into my perfect little slut.
That’s what she is. My slut. Mine to fuck until we leave this forest.
Maybe then, this fascination with her will have faded, and I can move on with my life.
Unfortunately, something tells me it won’t be that easy.
After her orgasm, her body went slack in my hands, and she fell to her stomach in the dirt. I hike her body up, pulling her back against my chest. My nose skims along the side of her neck, drinking her in, and I shiver at the feel of her in my palms.
My hand slips down between her legs, and I roll her clit in circles, slowly edging her toward another orgasm. She drips down my fingers, her pussy practically begging for me to slide inside.
“Fuck, look how ready you are, Ava,” I rasp in her ear, and she shivers. “This body was made for me to fuck.”
She whimpers, adjusting in my grip while my hand slides over the smooth, creamy skin above her pussy.
Fucking hell, she’s perfection. Everything I’ve been dreaming of since the moment I laid eyes on her. All soft and warm skin dipped in the scent of citrus. I’ve never cared what perfume a woman wore until I caught a whiff of my little housekeeper.
“That what you want? Want me to fuck you? Fill up this pretty little cunt until you’re begging for more.”
“I want you to go to hell,” she breathes, and my lips kick up in a smirk.
“Baby girl,” I whisper, brushing the hair back from her face. “I’ve been there. I found it boring.”
Before she can mouth off again, I push her forward, adjusting her so her knees are spread wide. In the barely visible moonlight overhead, I can just make out her glistening folds, shining from my mouth on her cunt.
She jumps when I lower the zipper of my jeans, and when I tug my cock out, I bite back a groan at the friction.
I’ve been rock-fucking-hard since the moment I found her in my room.
Made running through the forest pretty fucking difficult, but it was worth every second.
“Last chance, Ava.” I stroke my cock through her folds, and her pussy flowers open for me. Her juices coat my dick, and I use it to stroke myself, my eyes fluttering closed at how fucking good it feels to finally get some relief. “You going to safe word on me?”
“As if I have a choice,” she snorts, and in a rush, I swat her ass. Not hard, but she gets the point. She yelps, falling forward onto her stomach, and reaches back to cover her exposed skin.
I don’t give her any time to recover, dragging her back to her knees. I fist her hair in my hand and tug her head back until she’s forced to look at me.
“You always have a choice, Ava. Whether or not you like the outcome is up to you.”
She bares her teeth, and I grin, releasing her.
“Fine, little ghost. Have it your way.”
I pull her back to me, fisting my cock and dragging it back through her folds. She falls down to lay her head against her arm, arching her ass into the air. She’s attempting to look like she’s given up. She doesn’t realize she’s only enticing me more.
She’s so wet and ready, I push in the first inch, and my body tightens, feeling her squeezing around me.
Fucking hell . . .
“Wait,” she jumps, attempting to push herself up. When I don’t let her, rocking my hips into her, she whimpers, falling back to her hands and arching against me. “No condom.”
“You’re not on birth control?” Oddly enough, this isn’t enough to make me stop.
“Of course, I am. I still don’t want whatever you might be carrying,” she growls back, yet she wiggles her hips, allowing me to slip deeper. My hands tighten on her ass, and I push in further, drawing a quiet gasp from her when I push in halfway.
“This may come as a surprise to you, sweetheart,” I bite, clenching my eyes shut. “But you’re the first girl I’ve ever fucked without a condom . . . and I’m afraid you just created a monster.”
My head kicks back to the stars, a shudder running through me. Every clench of her tight muscles has me gritting my teeth, holding myself back from rutting into her.
When I pull back, only to thrust back inside her, she lets out a moan.
“Fuck, Ava. You have the tightest cunt. Like a virgin, squeezing the fucking life out of me.”
I look down to where my cock is sliding in and out of her, agonizingly slow. The animalistic urge to claim her is the only thing I can think about. The desire to fuck her into the dirt until she walks out of these woods knowing she will never find another who will fuck her the way I do.
I need her to beg for me. Her whimpers and soft sighs aren’t enough. I want her moaning my name and clawing at the dirt when I make her come for me over and over again until her legs are shaking uncontrollably.
To say she’s stolen my sanity is an understatement. I’m full-on fucking deranged.
I should savor this, but fuck, I’m too far gone to care. I want her too fucking badly.
My hips hit her ass, the sound of our skin meeting filling the dark clearing. Black dots appear in the corners of my vision every time she tightens around me, her body greedily sucking me back in.
“Goddamn, baby girl,” I grunt, my pace quickening. “You take it so fucking well. Like you were made for my cock, sweetheart.”
She shudders at my words, moaning when I bottom out inside her.
“Oh my god,” she gasps when I drag my cock back to stroke my head over her G-spot. She arches against me, letting me slip deeper.
I could come right now. I’ve fantasized about her for so long, it doesn’t seem real.
“Please . . .” she begs, and I groan.
That’s it. That’s exactly what I need.
“You’re close, Ava. I can feel you tightening around me,” I rasp as I fuck her, not stopping. I reach under her, swirling her clit with my fingers again, and she jerks in my grasp. “You’re going to come for me like a good girl, aren’t you?”
When she doesn’t answer me, I smack her ass again.
She yelps, but follows it with a moan, her back arching further, welcoming me.
Running my hand up her spine, I feel her pressing back against me, eager to take what I’m giving her.
I fuck her harder, matching the pace with my fingers on her clit until she’s nearly crying with the building pleasure.
“So close . . .” she breathes, laying her head down on the ground. Her eyes are closed, and from what I can see, there are wet streaks slipping from the corners of her eyes. I slide my hand up her neck, fisting my hands in her hair, and use it as leverage to fuck her deeper.
“Come on, Ava. Be a good little slut and come on my cock.”
Her moans grow louder, her pussy tighter, and when she comes, it’s with a cry that fills the air around us.
I grit my teeth, damn near seeing stars with how hard she clenches around me.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
She shivers, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her hair stuck to her face. I fuck her through her orgasm and force myself to pull out before I can come. I’m close, but I’m nowhere near finished with her yet.
Once we walk out of these woods, she’ll no longer be my plaything. One night is all I’m giving myself before I let her go because I know the moment I don’t, I’ll be too addicted to stop.
I rip my hoodie over my head, tossing it to the ground.
Then, I take her hips in my hand and lift her onto it, rolling her onto her back.
She peers up at me through her lashes, and she looks so utterly fucked covered in dirt and a small spot of blood where she must have hit a tree branch, that for a moment, I think I’m fucking dreaming.
Then, I slide back inside her, and I’m reminded just how real this is.
“Fuck, Ava,” I bite. I place my hands on either side of her head and pump inside her, punishing her with each thrust. Leaning down, I run my nose up the side of her neck, drinking her citrus straight from the source.
“Your fight is intoxicating, sweetheart. I could watch you struggle with how bad you need my cock all day.”
“I hate you,” she breathes, but any anger she had is lost when she tightens her legs around my hips. Her hands slide down my sides, the blunt ends of her nails brushing against my bare skin where my T-shirt rides up.
I fucking hate the shiver that ghosts through me. It’s fucking ridiculous.
“Keep talking, little ghost. Tell me how much you despise me and let me prove you wrong when I make you come again.”
Her head kicks back, and I fall over her, fucking her harder. The base of my cock brushes against her clit, and her nails dig into my shoulders. Her heels press into my ass, urging me for more.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly. One of my hands hooks underneath her knee, bringing her leg up so I can hit her deeper. The other fists the roots of her hair to drag her head back.
She’s panting, her breathing mirroring my own.
I bury my face in the side of her neck, nipping and sucking a path up to her jaw.
I feel her heart pounding in the pulse point in her throat.
Taste the perspiration clinging to her skin.
These aren’t things I normally notice, but somehow, all it makes my chest tighten irrationally.
I skim my lips over her ear, my voice rough. “Who fucks you, baby girl?”
“Do you have to talk?”