Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Bayne
The desperation in her voice gives me pause, and that shit is almost impossible to control after seeing her like this.
We planned out the whole evening per her request, and damn, she doesn't disappoint.
She's grown into a voluptuous queen. A stunning creature.
One I crave skin to skin. She's a delicious delicacy, one I want to feast on endlessly.
Her curves are enough to send weaker men to their knees.
Her jeans hug her ass like a glove. Plump and round, perfect to stick my cock between.
I groan as my dick kicks in my jeans at the idea.
And to think I almost skipped out on signing up for the app altogether.
What a monumental mistake that would have been.
Sure, I am a little obsessive, but she needs to know how right I am for her. How right I've always been.
“Five…” She whispers against the low howl of the wind.
“Four…”
I lick the corner of my lips and bite down on my tongue, fighting the urge to go savage animal on her before our plan has time to commence.
Her scent surrounds the air like a suffocating aphrodisiac even through my mask.
Slow and grainy, she counts down as her body shuffles further away.
I'm salivating at the opportunity to defile her.
Her shoes slide along the gravelled path as she puts distance between us.
This is torture, but she wants the build-up, and I'm gonna give it to her.
“Three…” She fades into the darkness, leaving her phone on the gravel. I pick up on her hesitation as she nears the end. Don't stop now, baby; I don't think I can handle you changing your mind now. I've waited too fucking long for this moment,
Crouching down, I retrieve her phone. I cut the light off and pocket it, casting us in the umbral shadows.
The only sound is loose leaves and debris rustling in the distance.
A heavy murk falls over the forest, and I know she feels it too.
I blink a few times, allowing my eyes to properly adjust to the faded moonlight.
Dense fog clouds the treeline, but I don't let it deter me.
I don't wait for her to count down to number one before I sprint off after her, stalking through the dense forest and thick brush.
My insides burn with desire and a dark destruction with each step.
Snapping twigs ricochet through the forest canopy, sending a piercing echo in all directions.
My neck snaps to the right. A sly smile crests on my face when I catch a glimpse of her darkened shadow darting behind one of the swaying majestic oaks.
The primal side of me awakens, and I preen.
“Run, run, as fast as you can, sweet baby Vee,” I chant.
My strides double. Sharp thorns and loose branches against my bare arms, cutting my skin, but the pain only spurs on the fantasy that I'm just now realizing I want just as badly as she does.
Such a small price to pay. I'm already imagining all the ways I'll make her scream my name.
Sticking to the plan is now more difficult than ever.
With slow, measured steps, I approach the tree's edge.
I let my fingertips trace along the rough, scaly bark.
The forest is eerily quiet, and I just know her heartbeat is pounding wildly against her chest. I smell the residual musk of vanilla and arousal all around me.
I inhale deeply, embedding it in my core. Fucking mine.
“I smell you, little one, and you smell oh so appetizing,” I rumble.
I spring forward just as she whips around the other side of the tree to flee.
A helpless yelp leaves her throat. I cut around the other side, snatching her by her ponytail.
She snaps backwards, stumbling as we plummet to the mossy forest floor, my shoulder taking the brunt of the fall.
Her body overlaps over mine. I band my arm around her plush middle.
She opens her mouth to scream, and I silence her with two fingers jammed down her throat.
She gags. I squeeze her middle tighter against me, letting her feel how much this turns me on too.
Her heat mingles with mine. She makes me feel alive.
It takes all my strength to not defile her like a savage beast against the forest floor.
But that is exactly what she wants, isn't it?
Though…she deserves all the foreplay I can muster, which admittedly isn't much at the moment.
Her expectations are high. I've gotta deliver.
She catches me off guard and bites down on my fingers.
I suck in a hissing groan. “Bad girls get fucked, little one,” I warn.
She’s getting fucked either way. The heels of my boots dig deeper into the dirt as she squirms and writhes, desperate to be free from my grasp.
I refuse to let her go. Saliva and blood coat my fingers as her muffled begs plead with me.
“Now, are you gonna be a good girl for Daddy or will I have to gag that pretty mouth?” She whimpers, offering me those delicious tears that send me into another universe.
She nods. Spit and dark mascara soak her pretty face.
I ease up, letting my fingers fall from her mouth.
I rove up her thin scrap of a t-shirt and tweak her nipples with my thumb and forefinger to get her attention.
She stiffens against me with a soft whimper.
“That's my good girl. You love getting used.
Are you Daddy's little slut?” My soaked fingers reluctantly leave her nipples and part the stray wisps from her face that stick to her pale skin.
My pelvis kicks upward into her ass so she can feel what she does to me.
My cock pulses harder in my jeans, straining for freedom.
The head is swollen and making a wet spot along my crotch.
“Ever sucked a cock in the moonlight, Little one?”