Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Bayne
The pulsing thrum circulating through my system commandeers my senses.
I'm seeing every color on the spectrum. My hips piston into her heat like a savage.
My veins run hot, torn with the thought of telling her who I really am, or fucking her senseless and letting go like planned.
I cage the savage animal within me so I don't scare her too much.
She needs that primal side. Invisible chains keep her pinned to the ground.
Her body craves this type of sex. It always has.
I'm so fucking happy I'm the one to give it to her.
“Do you want to come? Or I could edge your trembling body until you lose control? So tempting.” My eyes sear her image into my brain.
Half naked in the dirt. Tear-stained face.
Her ponytail has fallen out into a wild, untamed mess.
God, I need to feel my lips on her shaking core.
I muster every ounce of mental fortitude to pull free from her depths.
I flip her body over. Her perfect hips jiggle, and it's heavenly.
My palm digs into her scalp while I push her cheek into the dirt.
I give her reprieve and yank her jean jacket from her body.
Her arms fall in front of her, limp and sore.
She digs her nails into the moist forest floor, bracing herself for the impending assault.
She knows what's coming. My cock is impatient and needs to be inside her again.
I waste no time pulling her asscheeks wide, ready to pillage her cunt again, but I hesitate the moment I spread her open.
“Look at this ass.” I cup, pull, and slap it.
It turns a delicious shade of pink. Unable to help myself, I lick up her ass crack, tasting her most forbidden parts.
“Ohh, Baby Vee, I am addicted to your nectar.
You're sweet like sugar.” I hum against her round globe.
She squeaks. “No! Not there! It's too much, it's—” She squirms before going silent.
Her core tightens, and I let my tongue massage her most forbidden hole. Don't be shy, I want all of you.
Her body goes slack, and I rise to my knees, relishing her sweetness.
I line my cock up with her cunt, slapping it against her clit.
She's already spent, but I'm nowhere near done with her.
She's a decadent chocolate that needs to be sampled.
This may be my only opportunity to have her for myself.
I hook my fingers around the dip in her hips and pull her flush against my stomach.
I fist my dick and slide inside her. She lets out a sharp exhale.
My hips swing forward into a steady rhythm.
She feels divine. Her walls clamp around my cock, testing my resolve.
Her body suctions to the dirt, her little fists digging into the raw earth beneath her.
I love her like this. Dirty, raw, unfiltered, and unequivocally mine–at least for the moment.
Sweet mewls and pleasured rumbles leave her delicate throat when the head of my dick connects with her cervix.
“I want to bury myself in you. To take what is mine.
You can say you don't want this, but your body betrays you, Little one. You need to be dismantled and dominated. The chase gets blood pumping in your veins. You hate that you love it. Every punch into your body is another form of ownership. Being forced, face down in the dirt while a stranger destroys your innocence.” I tsk, sliding my hand higher.
I pinch her nipple and tug. “But you're not innocent, are you, Little one?” she arches, securing my cock deeper inside her as she does.
A shuddering cry escapes her lips. “Oh, fuck.” She chants. I'm pushing dangerously close to the pinnacle of release. My fingers indent into her breast with how hard I cling onto her. I snap my mouth closed and grit my teeth before probing her for a response.
“That's not an answer, Little one. You're not innocent, are you?
You are Daddy's little whore, aren't you? Coming on my cock like such a good girl.” Those words tumble her over the edge.
Her body goes tight. I take the opportunity to slide my hand over her quivering cunt and pinch her clit.
She clamps down harder, and I bellow out an animalistic growl while spilling inside her.
That was definitely not part of the plan, but she hasn't stopped me thus far.
She's awestruck with the idea of VendettaXD4addy, too much so to care.
Her breathing turns shallow. Her spent body is listless against the mossy hollow ground.
The only sounds are my erratic breathing and her soft breaths.
I should have mercy on her. She is exhausted, but she asked for the full experience, and she's going to get it even if she begs me to stop.
Swiftly, I get to my feet and pull my jeans over my hips loosely, not bothering to button them.
Why bother? We've got a long way to go. I scoop up her half-naked form, letting her rest against my chest as I stroll through the dense forest. Her eyes drift in and out of sleep.
Her cheeks are ripe and pink. If anyone saw her now, they'd know she was freshly fucked.
I drag my hand across her lips and fan my hot breath along her rosy cheeks.
She doesn't stir. How far can I go? How fucked up is it if I tease a sleeping beauty?
I toy with an idea in my mind. She wants this.
While her legs dangle over the crook of my elbow, I yank her panties and jeans off, discarding them in a thorny bush.
Our combined scent is driving me mad. All she's left in is her flimsy thin t-shirt.
The outline of her hardened peaks is visible under the moonlit glow.
I want to run the flat of my tongue over her pebbles until she comes for me, but the thought of tasting her.
Tasting us. I groan. My cock stiffens in my jeans all over again.
I've already deviated from the plan; what's a little more?
I wait until the blue tint of my Range Rover comes into view to pick up the pace.
I balance her carefully while sliding my hand into my jeans to hit my key fob.
The lights blink twice. I manage to settle her body in my backseat.
For a beat, I merely watch. Watch her tits rise and fall as she breathes.
Watch her pretty pink pussy drip with my come inside of her.
Fuck, how long I've wanted to be with her.
I graze my knuckles over my tented erection before dropping to my knees.
It's too much to simply watch. No. I need to taste.