Sneak Peek Cabin Fever
In this excerpt, Talon and Kat roleplay as The Huntsman and Red Riding Hood.
“Talon,” she moaned, the name breaking the character for a split second, a raw plea.
“What was that, Little Red?” I asked, my tongue darting out for a quick, teasing taste of her juices.
She shuddered. “Ah, that’s better. Begging for it already.
” I stood and quickly undid the lacings of my trousers.
My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already beading with pre-cum.
It was hard as iron, a weapon of pure steel, ready to plunder.
I gripped the base, stroking it once, twice. “Look at this,” I commanded. “This is my axe, and I’m going to use it to split your cunt open.”
Kat turned her head, her gaze locking onto my shaft. A true, unbidden moan escaped her lips. “It’s so big, Sir Huntsman! Please be gentle.”
“Big enough to chop down this forest,” I grunted, lining the head up with her slick entrance. I didn’t push in right away. I just rested it there, letting her feel the heat and weight of my member. “Tell me what you want, Red Riding Hood. Tell the woodsman what you need.”
“You,” she gasped, her knuckles white where she gripped the bark of the tree. “I need you inside me. Please use your axe on me.”
With a guttural groan, I drove forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful thrust. The wet heat of her cunt engulfed me, her inner walls clamping down like a velvet vise. I stayed still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being completely sheathed in her tight, willing body.
“Fuck,” I snarled, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You feel that? That’s a real woodsman’s axe splitting you wide.”
“Yes!” Kat cried out as I began to move. “Oh god, yes! Split me with your huge axe!”
I set a brutal, driving rhythm, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, my hips smacking against the soft flesh of her ass with every thrust. The forest around us filled with the sounds of our coupling—my grunts, her cries, the slick, wet slap of flesh on flesh.
I watched my cock, glistening with shiny arousal, pistoning in and out of her, a reddened, furious tool claiming her again and again.
Her breasts bounced with the force of my movements, constrained by her dress.
I wanted to see them, to feel them. I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and spun her around.
Her cloak fell from her shoulders, pooling on the mossy ground.
I yanked the front of her dress down, exposing her large, perfect tits, the nipples tight and rosy.
I bent my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard, laving it with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other.
“Talon,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my dark hair, holding me to her chest. “Oh, fuck, Talon.”
“That’s it,” I muttered against her skin. “Say my name. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
“Talon! You are! Your axe feels so good!” my blonde beauty wailed.
I lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I braced her back against the tree trunk, using it for leverage, and slammed into her again.
This new angle was deeper, more intense.
Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as I drove into her, hitting that secret spot inside that made her entire body tremble.
“I’m going to come,” she choked out, her eyes rolling back. “Oh god, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”
“Come for me, you little slut,” I growled, pounding into her relentlessly. “Come all over my big axe. Milk it with that tight cunt.”
To be continued…