Chapter Twenty-Six #4
Either way, it’s a beautiful sight, in spite of the decay. Reaching forward, I run my fingers over the wet rock.
But then I’m tackled to the ground.
In an instant, Trevel is on top of me, pinning me to the forest floor.
“Did you really think you could escape me, sweet fury?” he hisses, holding my arms down while I fight against him. “I’m not like the others. You can’t just flutter your pretty self in front of me then yank it away. You’re mine , Byron.”
My heart thumps wildly, chest heaving to match his. Black strands of wet hair hang in his eyes, his white t-shirt soaked through and clinging to his muscles. He looks manic. Psychotic.
Sexy… so so sexy.
I swallow, writhing beneath him as he leans over my face to breathe, “Only. Fucking. Mine.”
A soft groan leaves me, but I growl to cover it, using all of my strength to fight him off. He’s stronger than he looks, and despite my training instincts, I’m not overpowering him.
Because I’m not really trying to…
I think I like this.
“You like when it hurts…”
We’re burning so hot, puffs of steam drifting from our ragged breaths. Raindrops tumble over his lips, falling onto mine. I lick them.
I wanted him to catch me.
He’s my stalker… Chasing what he wants in the dark.
“You gonna be a good boy for me?” he growls, thrusting his big cock between my legs. My own dick is pulsing at the sensation.
“Fuck you,” I spit, eyes hooded as I gaze up at him.
“Fuck me?” he rumbles, pinning my wrists with one hand while the other runs down to cup my cock.
“ God , fuck you…” I whimper, then snarl, “Get off…”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, then kisses my lips hard, forcing his tongue between them.
I’m still fighting him, and I don’t even think it’s an act. I’m split down the middle, between wanting this and knowing with full certainty that as good as it feels right now, it’ll most likely rough me the fuck up in the end.
“I’m not yours,” I grunt hoarsely. “You don’t own me, Trevel.”
“Please,” he scoffs, flipping me effortlessly onto my stomach. “Just wait until my cock is in your fucking stomach and you’re begging me to breed you nice and deep… Then we’ll see who you belong to, won’t we, sweet whore?”
God, what the fuck…
My balls throb so hard it hurts, precum leaking from my cock at his degrading words paired with that… treasuring touch.
Trevel tugs my hands behind my back, and I whine from the pain.
But my dick is aching , trapped between my body and the mushy, saturated ground.
He rips my pants down quick, exposing my ass to the cool air, my face flushing so hot I’m melting.
I try to push back, but he stuffs me harder into leaves and dirt.
Turning my face, I glimpse him pulling out his cock and spitting into his palm.
“W-wait…” I sputter, nerves bunching me up all over.
“Nope,” he hisses, pressing wet fingers between my cheeks. “Don’t fight, furious boy. If you open up, it’ll hurt less.”
Fuck… fuck fuck fuck.
My head is spinning. I’m panting and purring and… arching up to him. But pretending I’m not.
Fuck, what is this?
I feel like… Michelangelo.
Longing to be chased and cherished, and hurt. To ache with the pleasure of being fucked like a possession.
His possession.
Trevel slams his cock into my ass, without any priming or warming me up. The force of it crushes air from my lungs, and I choke, “ Ffuck … Jesus…”
“Uhh… yes ,” he mewls above me, voice cracking as he shoves in me deeper with a powerful thrust. “Fuckin’ hell, baby… Take it.”
A guttural groan escapes my shivering lips at the intense burn. No lube, no easing me into it. Just some spit and a huge , hard cock tunneling its way inside my body.
“ Unnghh !” I whine when he drags back, driving in again, deeper . So deep his pelvis is on my cheeks. “Fuuuck… ummfff…”
“You sweet, perfect hole…” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanks my head back. “You like when I ride it raw?”
I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks with the rain and salty air as he pulls and pushes, pumping me full of cock from behind. The burn and stretch are almost insufferable. So much more intense than last time…
But my dick is engorged beneath me, arousal seeping out in pulses. Fuck, I think I’m already coming.
Trevel releases my hands to hold me by the throat, hauling my hips back so that I’m on my knees. As soon as I’m in this position, he’s fucking into me rough. Not a moment to adjust, brutal thrusts driving my body back into the ground. I can’t hold myself up, arms shaking, knees sore.
He whips his shirt off, then pulls mine off, melding his wet muscles to my back while he licks and bites my nape.
This sex is feral. We’re wild animals, fucking in the forest. Grunting, skin slapping as he takes me from behind like a menace. A beast. A wicked, insatiable fiend.
“You don’t belong to me?” he hisses as he viciously bucks his cock into my ass.
I nod, but croak, “N-no… I d-don’t…” He bites me, and I whimper, “Fuck… you… Uhh fuuuck me.”
Trevel hums, covering my mouth with his hand. “Now who’s lying? I think it’s the bitch on his knees taking a big dick.”
God… damn…
God damn god damn god damn.
I can feel myself winding, racing to an orgasm that’s oh-so close . I reach for my dick, but Trevel rips my hand away.
“Uh-uh.” His voice is as uneven as mine from the way he’s pounding me. “You come when I say you come…”
“You don’t… own my… ohhfuck .” My mumbling beneath his hand fades as the fat crown of his cock jams at my prostate.
Over, and over… and over.
“Mmm, I think I do.” His forehead drops onto my shoulder, and he groans. “Look at you… Taking this raw cock, clamping on it like a slut.”
“Unleash on me, baby…” I plead, eyes rolling back in my skull.
Everything below my waist is going numb, loins coiled up tight, ready to erupt.
But just as I’m about to get my reward for enduring this rough pounding, he pulls out. Pulling the rug out from under my climax.
“Ffuck… w-what…” I whine as I melt into the ground.
Trevel chuckles sadistically, and I really wish it wasn’t so damn sexy.
He flips me onto my back, ripping my soaking wet pants off all the way off. Then he slithers out of his, leaving us naked and panting in the forest, succumbing to the storm.
“Let me show you just how mine you really are, sweet fury.”