Chapter Twenty-Five #4
Anger flashes in her eyes and when her hand flies out to slap me I grab it and yank her to me. “Now, that’s not very nice, is it, mute?”
Chest heaving she struggles in my grasp and it fucking fuels me.
I like her anger, her fight. I love to see the lioness she hides so well behind her mousey facade and yet I want to tame this hellcat.
“I think you like it when I’m mean to you, don’t you?
I bet if I reach into your leggings I’ll find you already wet and aching to get fucked in the woods by a man you barely know. ”
Siren struggles against me when I slip my free hand into the waistband of her leggings, slipping into her panties and we both inhale sharply when I cup her pussy and find her slick with both her sweat and her arousal.
“Did you walk around wet all day remembering how full you felt seated on my cock?”
I shove two fingers inside roughly, watching as her jaw drops open, those fucking lips, those eyes, widening then closing.
“Were you disappointed we were interrupted? I was,” I admit, “all day I walked around with your scent in my nose, your flavor on my lips and tongue, remembering the feel of you and how I was denied feeling this pristine pussy milk me.”
I withdraw my fingers and rub her essence across her bottom lip, and then push them past onto her waiting tongue, fucking her mouth with my fingers.
“I could have killed him for ruining that sacred moment between us…” I run my tongue along her lips and into her open mouth, tasting the delicacy that is Raven Olivia Monroe and I groan into her mouth.
“I want you to run, Raven. When I catch you, remember there is no one out here to hear you or stop me. I’m going to fuck you like the beast I am, on the ground or against a tree, but I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little whore you are.”
I release her arm and without a backwards glance, she takes off into the trees. I have three things on my side: 1) I’ve been running in this forest for the last three years. 2) She’s fast, but I’m faster. 3) She’ll get tired or exhaust her leg and have to stop .
After two minutes I go after her, dashing between the trees, only squatting now and then to look at the pattern her feet leave, tracking my prey.
Letting instinct take over, I ignore the hooting of the owls nestled overhead, the last chittering of cicadas that haven’t gotten the memo that summer is over.
The last rays of the sun are still glowing when I hear twigs snapping to my left.
It's quiet.
I can't hear her but in a demented way I've become accustomed to, I can sense her. I can feel her fear, her excitement, her need to abandon the demons in her mind, mirroring my own sentiments.
She needs to be fucked. Hard. Owned entirely.
Another snap, this time behind me, sneaky little minx, trying to get back to the trail. I turn in time to see her take off in a sprint and I give chase, catching her in a tackle and when we fall to the soft earth, she struggles and my dick hardens to stone.
She fights me, clawing where she can reach until I shove her down and when she gasps, I roll her onto her stomach, straddling her lush thighs, pulling down her tights to mid-thigh to reveal her red thong, which I snap off, leaving angry, irritated stripes on her hips.
Fuck, I love that. I use it to tie her hands behind her back, then spank her once, twice, over and over again, unrelenting until her fleshy ass is pink and hot to the touch.
Taste. Feast. Rut.
I pull her up by her hips, and dive my tongue into her, tasting both holes like before only this time the saltiness of her sweat invades my taste buds, feeding my fucking obsession.
Whether she’s fighting me or encouraging me, I’m not sure.
I tug my cock out of my sweatpants and then rise, up on my knees.
I spread her ass and position myself at her wet entrance and in one jarring thrust I shove my entire cock into her until I hit a wall.
I grunt, eyes crossing, stars in my subconscious aligning for once at the sound of that gasp.
“Fuck yes.” I growl.
I bend over her, tucking her shoulder beneath my chin, pounding into her from behind and lick up her jaw like a wild animal.
Forgetting every inhibition I’ve ever had, reach over and under to pinch her clit between my fingers.
Every muscle in this position burns but the tingling in my balls, turns into an ache to release .
“Always in those little fucking skirts. Nipples hard, flaunting this perfect ass. This is what you wanted isn’t it, Raven? You don’t want to be treated like a broken doll, fragile. No you want to be fucking broken because you aren’t.” I grunt.
“Do you like tormenting me? Hmm?” Even in this state her need to fight back is essential but every twist and struggle only spurs me on, taking me deeper. She needs to be claimed. Owned.
“You need to get fucked like the bitch in heat you are, don’t you, Siren?”
The moan. It’s a moan that’s the equivalent to a mind unraveling.
“I’m going to give you every drop of my cum, Raven. Do you know what’s deranged? I’ve imagined fucking you so much, these tits, this ass, this fertile little cunt and the sicker part is how fucking hard I get imagining you big and swollen with my child.”
Another gasp, and she’s fucking me back, meeting me thrust for thrust to find friction against my fingers tips rubbing across her clit.
“Filthy, filthy fucking girl, getting fucked on the dirty ground. You hate that you love this, don’t you, Siren?
How full my cock makes you feel, oh fuck, this pussy is too fucking good. ”
Claim. Claim. CLAIM .
I’m barreling towards insanity, chasing this euphoria, groaning when I feel her pussy pulsate around me, gripping me like a vise.
She’s gasping for me, a cacophony in the midst of the woods surrounding us and all its nocturnal creatures awakening.
“That’s right. You love the way I fuck you, don’t you?
You take my cock so fucking well,” thrust “so wet,” thrust “so hot," thrust “so tight” thrust “so” thrust “fucking" thrust “perfect.” Thrust .
“Give me your orgasm, Siren. God yes, just like that. Good fucking girl.”
I roar when my hips still then jerk once, twice and like a lion dominating his lioness, I bite her shoulder and we erupt together.
I empty all of me into her, only withdrawing when I’m fully soft and disengage.
I tuck myself back into my sweats, pull up her leggings terribly and untie her hands, pocketing her ripped thong.
She falls limply on the bed of fallen leaves and I fall beside her, breath ragged.
I tug her to me, rubbing her arm, her wrists, touching her beautiful face, as the sun finally sinks and there’s nothing but stars glittering against Indigo like tiny diamonds and a sliver of the moon.
Whether seconds or minutes pass, I’m unsure. “C'mon,” I interrupt our silence, fully feeling the cold of the late September breeze Massachusetts has to offer. “Let’s get you home so I can clean you up.”
Raven sits up and winces, the sight of her with broken leaves and twigs in her dark, unruly hair, dirt on her smiling face, shadows dance across her features, that soft shine of the moon, makes her look ethereal in her satiated state.
She reminds me of a fallen angel that chose to dive out of heaven and land here, with me.
She looks unreal.
She looks…
She looks mine .
My heart stops and I have to reach out to her.
I have to touch her to verify she isn’t a figment of my imagination and what just transpired between us was real and not just another dream where I’ll wake up fucking my fist. I cup her face in my hands and she leans into my touch like a tamed hellcat being petted by her demon.
My dick stands at attention again.
I should’ve known once wasn’t going to be enough. That I would need more. Ache for more in her presence.
I lean forward and kiss her lips. Simple and yet somehow even more binding.
And my heart beats again.
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When I notice her limp, I offer to carry her on my back, a simple gesture but she climbs on, and we make it back to the dark two-lane road. I set her down and when we get to her house, she punches in the same code: 94732.
We get to her front porch she turns and pulls me in for a kiss.
A kiss that turns into something needy. We close then lock the door behind us, she sets in her code and leads me past the couches, past the basement door, and to the last room on the right.
Our clothes come off quickly, a heap by the bed, and she tugs me down and in a flurry of motions I’m inside of her wet heat, slick with my cum .
My mark.
The beast inside purrs.
We’re a torrent of naked flesh against flesh, of tongues, teeth, lips, of hands finding each other in the dark, one using the other for pleasure and I love it.
I want it. I want all of it. Like this. This passion, this sickness that’s maddening outside of her arms and yet while inside of her body it quells and quiets any thoughts I have unless it’s about her.
They’re all about her. All the time.
It doesn’t take us long. Raven rips through an orgasm with whimpers but reaches down between us, her hips rocking, searching for another and I climb my peak, encouraging her to find her pinnacle of madness, to find me there with her and we fall, fall, fall, two ships crashing in the night and sinking into her depths together.
And then I smell smoke.
I stand up fully, withdrawing, an orange glow coming through the open doorway. I step out into the hallway to see the entire front of the house in flames. “Put your clothes on, we need to get out!”
She races, throwing on her clothes, and I put mine on, but by the time we’ve gotten dressed, the fire has accelerated into the hallway. I try to open the window and notice the screws.
Goddammit!