5. Mandi
Jason King has a way with words.
They spin in my head, while the weight of him offers comfort and the size of him threatens to tear me apart. Everything happening between us feels edged with danger, and yet somehow I know I’ll be perfectly safe with him.
I’m a filthy slut and a despicable temptress, and I need to be taught a lesson. I know that.
Melvin had raised his hand to strike me again, but when the impact hadn’t come, I’d unfurled from my defensive crouch, to see where the sickening crunching sounds were coming from.
My hero had come for me.
Though I quickly realized he was going to take his powers of protection too far, and while the thought delighted me in ways I couldn’t explain, I didn’t want him sent to prison for someone like me.
I’d tried to pull him off my stepfather — which was how I ended up pinned to the forest floor with him on top of me, not a lot of air, and a very wet pussy.
Jason fought for my honor. He saw my soul floundering alone and reached out, to connect us. He gave me pleasure, and now he’s taking it for himself. From me. And I want to give it to him so badly.
The pressure on my throat provokes the fighter inside me and adds an urgency that heightens every sensation as it overwhelms me, but his mastery of my body makes me feel like I’m in dependable hands. That I’m his, and he’ll help me leave my old life behind by welcoming me somewhere new. He’s giving me a place to call home, which I haven’t found anywhere else.
It’s all I want, and I’ll give him anything in exchange for it — my life, if he wants it. I should probably be scared by how much power that allows him to have over me, but I can’t find fear anywhere when I search my feelings. For some reason, the thought of dying by his hand makes me feel incredibly alive and part of the world, in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve also never been so turned on in all my life. I didn’t know it was possible to adore being fucked hard while stuffed tight to the point of pain, but all I can think about is his scarily fat cock, teaching my insides what domination feels like. Does he like the idea of busting me wide open and leaving me ruined?
His thrusts grow harder, and I close my eyes, letting him stretch and break me until he’s a perfect fit. I want to be his, and I know what it will take.
It’s the first time in months that my eyes watered for reasons other than sadness, but I think he misinterprets my tears when they stream down my cheeks.
He stills, as if I need time to adjust to his size. But I don’t want respite. I pull up my knees and kick my heels into his ass, the same way I’d urge a stallion into a gallop.
But he isn’t a stallion.
He’s a man from the mountains, who grew up half-wild in the woods, and he doesn’t need much encouragement to indulge in what I’m offering.
He rears back, and then drives into me harder, shoving his huge cock so deep that the forest fills with haunting echoes of the noise I make.
Melvin stirs at the sound too, rousing beside us.
Jason uses his grip on my throat to turn my face in that direction, and he scoffs when my stepfather has difficulty lifting his battered head.
If Jason hadn’t intervened, it would have been my face that looked like that.
Melvin’s terrible state is a testament of Jason’s affection for me. I’m that important to him, and I’ve never felt more wanted.
Part of me wants Melvin to wake up and see Jason fucking me like I’m his. Should it thrill me this much to want a man who considers me a burden to see the actions of a man who cares enough to pleasure me? And Jason’s not just any man. He’s the one with the worst reputation around. I’ll be shunned if my mother finds out, and while I doubt Melvin will be in any state to remember or share details, it feels delightfully rebellious and poetic, to have a secret passion so scandalous, it would ruin her perfect image by association.
“You’re smiling, Princess. You like that bloody mess I made for you?” Jason grips my ass and angles me to grind on my clit while he drives himself into my depths.
I gaze up at him and feel my smile grow.
“He doesn’t deserve this gorgeous fucking body, does he?” Jason rumbles, as he releases my throat and takes hold of my hair again. He slows his thrusts and smothers my clit with a pressure that takes my newfound breath away. I squeeze my eyes shut, sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and tilt my hips, silently begging for more.
He doesn’t give it to me.
“Answer me, Princess,” he commands, sliding his hand to my breast. He wraps his palm around its curve and tugs at my nipple. A bolt of pleasure shoots through my body, and I gasp, as my pussy squeezes his cock in approval. His thick shaft strains in response, and I moan at the stretch, shivering beneath him as our bodies converse.
“Do you deserve better?” His tone is as firm and deep and strong as the rest of him. He’s a demanding man, and he wants me to agree with him that I’m worth more than I’ve been peddling myself for.
He speaks and acts with authority, and when he implies I deserve better, it’s impossible not to believe him. I arch into his touch and press my head back into the earth, thrusting my tits higher as my pussy quivers. “Yes.”
“Damn fucking straight,” he says with a rumble I feel in my core.
He bows his head, takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks, and massages me with his hot tongue. The sensation is unbelievable, and I’m desperate for more. The harder his mouth pulls at my breast, the more I thrust my hips at him, taking his fat cock faster and faster. The pain I’d felt earlier dulls in comparison to the pleasure, and I coat him in my arousal.
He pulls back, breathing hard, and watches me writhe. My pussy throbs, and he smiles as he drags himself in and out of my soaking hole. His gaze lowers to where he’s plunging his massive cock and he seems captivated.
Curious, I prop myself on my elbows to see my glistening juices smeared all over his curls and balls.
When I squeak at the embarrassing mess, he takes hold of my chin and forces me to look into his eyes. “You’re fucking mine now, Princess.”
He wants me.
I gaze up at him in wonder, and every muscle he has strains and shakes, as if he’s holding himself back from doing me brutal damage.
“You’re seriously going to look at me with eyes like that?” His cock jerks at my limits and feels bigger than ever. “Fuck.”
He grits his teeth and moans, staring right back at me before swearing again. “You’re too fucking good to be true. I need a fucking witness.”
He forges deep, filling me to bursting, and then reaches for Melvin’s collar. He drags my stepdad closer and forces his ugly, battered face our way, holding him in position by his hair. Melvin’s eyes flicker but stay closed.
Jason arches back like a cobra, tensing all over to stay there, so he can get a free hand to slap Melvin’s slack face.
The impact sounds like Jason made it sting, and he shakes Melvin again. “Wake up, old man.”
My stepdad moans, his eyelids flutter open, and Jason celebrates by dropping his hand to the ground, gripping the moss, and fucking me harder.
At first my stepdad seems confused, but then his gaze focuses on me, lying naked beneath a big man who’s fucking me with his huge cock.
Melvin’s eyes widen, and Jason smirks before pulling his face closer to the action. “That’s it. Watch her taking my cock, old man. She’s mine now, and if you ever fucking touch her again, they will never find your body.”
It’s like a dream.
And maybe the scene should feel like a nightmare, but Jason’s threatening, possessive claim excites my body in ways I can’t deny. My pussy squeezes his cock, and he grins down at me.
My heart practically flips out of my chest at the sight of him. I’ve never seen him smile like this, and it’s so pretty. I have to be special if he’s sharing it with me. He’s already done so much to make me feel amazing things I didn’t know existed.
He punished Melvin, to please me, and I’m sure I shouldn’t enjoy that so much, but my stepdad’s bloodied face is Jason’s way of showing me he cares. Instead of being disgusted by the gruesome state of my stepdad, I’m aroused. It’s sick, and I know it, but I can’t help the way I feel. I love it. All of it.
I’m a filthy little skank for the local thug, and I’m going to be in so much trouble. My whole family will be up in arms, and so concerned they’ll have to pay attention. I’m their naughty girl and Jason’s princess all at once, and that makes me feel wild.
I brace my feet in the dirt and thrust at Jason, using my body to beg him for what I want. I want him to fuck me roughly in front of the man who promised to love me but didn’t.
Jason’s smile broadens, and he shoves Melvin aside. “You liked that. Didn’t you, Princess?” He leans in and nips at my neck. “Let’s see what else you like.”
My soaking pussy slurps and clamps down on his cock, and he hums — appreciatively.
“Your mom and her worthless string of husbands must be blind, to not see what a good girl they’ve had all this time,” he murmurs against my skin. “But you’re not theirs anymore, Princess.” He runs his hands down my arms, takes hold of my wrists, and pins them to my sides. It’s new, and feels dangerous again.
Do I need to be scared? I search his face, begging for safety.
Jason maintains a cool, steady gaze — an unshakeable and solid promise I can trust. “It doesn’t matter that they don’t see it. You are a good girl, Mandi. And I’ll make sure you fucking know it.” He shifts back, and his cock slips from my pussy.
Panicked by its absence and fearing his kind words were empty lies, I’m suddenly sure he’ll leave me alone in the forest like worthless garbage, and I fight to keep him close.
“Shh. I’ll make it better,” he promises.
His eyes convince me he’s sincere, and I try to relax, but I can’t shake the tension in my body, even when he flicks at my nipple with his tongue.
He adjusts his position and moves lower, to wedge my thighs wide with his elbows. He pins me hard to the dirty moss and holds my wrists even more tightly against my hips when I struggle.
His strength allows him to easily contain me, but his eyes sparkle with excitement when I resist, and once again the edge of danger gives me a heady rush of delight.
“What’s the matter, Princess?” he asks with a grin. “I won’t do anything you say I can’t, but you’re going to have to speak up if you don’t want my face between your legs.”
Seriously? He’s going to do that? I stare at him, my breaths arriving in quick succession.
I’ve been fucked countless times, but none of the boys have ever…
“I can’t hear you,” he says when I move my lips but no sound comes out. He arches an eyebrow at me. “You too good for my tongue, Princess?”
I stop fighting and scowl. That’s not it at all. I glance down at the mess of arousal between my legs and swallow hard.
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” he assures me. “I only bite when I come.” He laughs a little when I glare at him. “Kidding.” He gives me a one-shoulder shrug. “Maybe.” His steely-blue eyes tease me as he throws me a charming smile, and I almost smile back, but my nerves won’t let me.
I press my lips together, glance at the smears on my upper thighs, and wrinkle my nose.
Jason shakes me until he has my attention. “There’s nothing disgusting down here, Amanda Warren. You’re a work of art, and my mouth is watering for you. I inspired this pretty mess, and now I want to taste it. You going to let me?”
I wet my lips. He radiates confidence and authority, and I trust that he means well, but I can’t stop thinking about how I might taste, and if he’ll hate it. Hate me. I don’t want that. I’ll disappoint him. I disappoint everyone.
I look at my thighs again and want to vomit at the thought of anyone feeling like they had to lick that up.
Jason frowns at me. “Don’t look at yourself like that. You’ll taste fucking perfect, Mandi.”
“You don’t know that,” I argue, trying to scoot my ass farther from his face.
“Yes, I fucking do,” he growls, holding me in place.
He drags his tongue through my folds, collecting god-knows how much of my juices before swallowing them down with a hungry moan. He latches onto my clit and suckles hard, massaging the sensitive node with his tongue until I can’t keep my pleasure quiet or still.
“Fuck.” I scream my approval at the trees above me and rub myself shamelessly against his face, all reservations gone.
Jason tightens his grip, pinching my skin as he restrains me with enough force to keep me from breaking his nose. He holds me to his mouth without escape, and I love it. Love being controlled. The more he restricts my options, the more I gush at his face. I coat his lips and chin and hairy face until his beard shines with my arousal, and still he teases my twitching sex.
I’m beside myself with need, and I can sense the same wildness running through him. He’s going to make me come again, but his cock isn’t inside me, and I want it to be. So badly. I hold back my pleasure, waiting, wanting, begging for him to fill me, and when I think I can’t take any more, he launches himself upward and jams his thick cock back inside me.
I’m so wet, and the sound of him pounding me is obscene. Coupled with Melvin’s moans, Jason’s primal grunts are a soundtrack that brings me a crazed urgency to be used for this exact purpose. I am woman in her most basic form, and Jason is a man turned beast, fucking me on the dirty ground, next to his beaten rival.
I’m Jason’s woman now, and I love every fucking second of it.
My core tightens with every thrust of his huge cock, my whole body tensing with pleasure, until he has to force himself deeper, where I hold him, trapped. He rumbles happily, a willing captive. With a tilt of his hips, he angles deeper still, and then keeps himself in place.
He nuzzles at my breast, takes my nipple into his mouth, and tugs hard as he suckles. The effect is glorious.
I clamp so hard and fast around his cock, I might never release him. My pussy flutters, and I teeter on the edge of climax, until Jason sinks his teeth into my breast and unleashes a guttural moan, as his cock swells and pulses.
A rush of pressure and warmth hits me inside and sends me headlong into waves of swirling, writhing pleasure.
The forest sings with my praise, until my toes curl so hard they start to cramp. I cry out, and Jason hooks my leg up, pushing himself deeper as his cock jolts inside me again. When he finally stills, I’m bursting with his cum. It leaks out and slides down to tickle my asshole, making me shiver and spasm around him in fresh new bursts of sensation.
He releases my leg and falls onto me with a pained moan, crushing me with his weight. I melt happily beneath him, limp and trembling until he lifts himself from my spent body, to assess the damage.
I’m rouged and ravaged. Beautifully so. I feel used and achy, unbelievably calm, soothed, and sated.
From the look on Jason’s face, he’s enjoying the state of me, and he doesn’t seem ready to stop enjoying me, either. He continues to fuck my messy cunt, slowly and gently. Each time he drags his slippery cock back and forth, more cum seeps from my pussy. He spreads it over my thighs and belly, marking me with it in a strange ritual I don’t understand beyond knowing that I love it.
I’m his. His seed is inside me, and it feels right. I didn’t even think about condoms, but I have no regrets. It wouldn’t seem right to have anything between us, and if I fall pregnant, it’ll be one more claim he’ll stake on a body that already belongs to him.
His cock strains inside me, and I stifle a whimper as my battered flesh ripples in a pleasurable wave of mild discomfort.
Jason kisses the shell of my ear, his breath tickling in a way that makes me twitch around his cock again. “Do you feel better now, Princess? Does it hurt the way you wanted it to?” I can hear the smile in his whisper.
I nod, and he kisses me long and hard on the mouth. I kiss him back, but the more I try to give, the more he smothers my attempts and limits my options.
He overpowers me at every turn, so I can only take what he gives me, and it leaves me breathless in the best way.
“If you ever think life’s not worth living, you come find me, Princess. I’ll give you the love you need.”
I smile, adrift in my bliss. If he thinks I’ll ever not need his kind of love, he’s deluded.