4. Hawk
4
HAWK
Being an ex-collegiate long-distance runner means I am blessed with many things. First, I have good habits that allow me to stay in shape and stay healthy. But more importantly, I have the ability required to chase down my beautiful obsession, Penelope.
I’ve watched her from afar for so long. And now, to have her over my shoulder, roped up like a helpless baby sheep…it’s like a dream come true.
In all the time I’ve been watching her, I’ve seen men crane their necks when she walked by to get a better look at her. I’ve seen her customers at work checking out her ass when she passed their table, and I had to restrain myself from marching in there and breaking their faces to keep their eyes off what is mine.
Now I can’t help but smile because I have this innocent beauty in my arms. No man will ever touch Penelope. Not as long as I’m still breathing.
Carrying her in this position means her precious thighs are pressed against my cheek, and with each inhale, I get a delicious whiff of the scent of her pussy.
The effect is like a drug. I can’t get enough.
The scent is so perfect it’s like it was designed just for me and forces my cock to pump and swell under my jeans as I stride up the mountain.
How can one single girl be so perfect?
I’ve got to give it to Penelope, though. She sure knows how to run. She even thought she could stop me with that little fallen-trunk trap she attempted, but let’s face it, she was never getting away from me.
Like a sheep dog, I herded her through the woods by slightly altering my course, backing off and moving in again, until she was far away from the hiking trails she’s used to. I never expected her to think about jumping off the cliff into the water, but I guess she’s a much more serious girl than I had anticipated.
I like that.
It will make what I have planned for her so much more fun.
My cock swells thicker and thicker, impeding the speed of my ascent. I swell even more when Penelope begins thrashing around like a fish out of water, screaming futilely into the gag I tied around her mouth.
“Stop!” I bark. She doesn’t. Time to drive the point home.
I set Penelope down on her back and lean over her. She writhes and twists, kicking the ground like she thinks she can worm herself away from me. I watch for a moment, admiring her gusto, watching her tits bounce.
The top of her halter has come down some, exposing her ample cleavage. Her left breast is almost falling out, and as much as I love the view, she can’t continue to struggle like this. She’ll only end up hurting herself.
I grab her by the thigh and squeeze, then pull my knife from its sheath on my belt. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. I twist it side to side, causing the glint from the sun to move across her face.
“See this knife?” I ask her. “Now I can use this knife to cut your bindings, or I can use it to cut you. Which would you prefer?”
Penelope instantly stops moving.
“That’s a good girl.”
This time, she doesn’t squirm at all as I lift her onto my shoulder and continue through the woods.
Penelope has such a tiny little waist and her skin is so soft compared to my rough, callused hands. The warmth from her body on my arm is driving me crazy.
I’m inflamed beyond anything I ever thought possible as I continue to carry her. And as we grow closer and closer to my destination, my lust for her nearly reaches its peak.
It’s not long before I see my cabin through the trees.
“Here we are.” I smile, causing Penelope to raise her head and look up. When she sees the wooden shack, she lets out a helpless squeal that is swallowed by her gag.
The steps creak as I take them to the front porch, then using the key in my pocket, I unlock the door and step inside.
Once again, Penelope begins to squirm against me as I kick the door shut behind me and walk directly into the bedroom.
“What were you thinking, Penelope?” I ask as I set her down on the bed and watch as she scans the room with her beautiful, frightened eyes. “Out in the woods all alone looking so goddamn sexy like you do?”
I drag my eyes up her heavenly body. Her plump teardrop titties are nearly spilling out of her halter top, and her hips are so sumptuous and wide that thoughts of breeding her invade my mind.
Fuck, I’m starting to lose control.
I lean over her, close enough that I can smell the scent of the shampoo in her hair, and pull the straps of her shirt down over her shoulders. I want to just tear the thing right off, but that would be mean. Then she’d have to replace it. So instead, I simply tug at the neckline, revealing more of the silky-smooth skin of her breasts.
My God, this girl is the definition of sexy.
“You know all the men you wait on want to fuck you, right?” I ask her. Her eyes are filled with terror as she looks back at me, but there’s something else in them too.
“Right?” I press her.
She hesitates, not wanting to answer.
I get it. Women never like to admit that they know men want them.
“Just admit it, Penelope.” I smile as I pull down her halter top enough to allow her glorious breasts to spill out. So soft, yet so firm, retaining their perfect shape.
Her little pink nipples are hard as well, signifying her lust for me.
She wants me. She can’t hide it anymore.
“You know those men all want to fuck you, don’t you?” I repeat.
Penelope just stares back at me.
My cock is screaming beneath my jeans. The pain of having it crammed down in there is growing unbearable.
“Admit it!” I growl.
Her eyes widen, and she nods and lets out a moan of confirmation. I smile.
“Of course you know.”
I sit up, and with one quick jerk, undo the buttons of my fly. My massive bulge springs forth, barely held back by my boxer-briefs.
“Look what you’ve done to me with that body…” I run my hand slowly up her thighs, causing her to twist beneath me on the bed. “These legs…this glorious ass…” I continue, copping a handful of her right cheek through her stretch pants. “These flawless breasts... There’s not a single flaw on you, gorgeous.”
My erection is raging. Penelope’s face is flushed, and she’s pumping out heat like a portable space-heater. And although her legs are pressed together, I already know she’s dripping wet for me.
I lick my lips.
I need to taste her. I need to have her. I simply cannot wait another second.
Reaching down, I grab the waist of her pants and yank them to her ankles, revealing an innocent little pair of white panties beneath.
Penelope lets out a helpless moan as I force her legs apart, revealing a cute little wet spot signaling her arousal for me.
Christ, look how sexy she is. Even with all that squirming and fighting, she wants me. She needs me. Her body is blatantly telling me so.
And why wouldn’t she be loving this? It’s exactly what she needs.
I slide my briefs down, releasing my swollen erection.
This is it. The culmination of my addiction. My obsession. This is the moment where I finally get what I’ve been craving.
No, wait–this is the moment where we finally get what we’ve been craving.
“Look how badly you want me,” I whisper as I press my fingers against her mound, massaging her through the thin fabric of her panties. Penelope moans as I pull them aside, revealing her glistening treasure.
The lips of her pussy are slick with her desire. She doesn’t need any more warming up. She’s good to go.
I lean down and drag my tongue up her soaked valley. Her juices are delectable and coat my lips as I lick her, causing her back to arch off the bed, an obvious moan of pleasure escaping her throat before being caught by her mouth gag.
I’d love to eat her pussy for hours–give her so many orgasms she can’t even think straight. But I can’t hold out any longer. I can’t.
I must be inside her.
“Prepare yourself, Penelope,” I growl as I move up on top of her and press the tip of my cock against her entrance. “I know you’re a virgin, so this might hurt a bit.”
And then, I thrust my cock inside of her.