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I turn around to face him, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “So are you.”
He rushes toward me, pushing my curls away from my face and frowning at the new angry forming bruises on my cheeks. He grits his teeth together, snarling. “Someone ought to show that fucker what it feels like to be someone's designated punching bag.”
“Is that someone going to be you?” I lift my eyebrows in curiosity.
A piece of bark breaks from the tree when he slams his fist against it. “If I get anywhere near that asshole again, he will not live through what I do to him.” He wipes the tears from my face with a white handkerchief.
I wrap my fingers around the thin, soft fabric. “Do you always carry a handkerchief with you?”
He nods. “I'm used to cleaning bigger messes than this.”
I stare harder into his eyes. “Are you calling me a mess?”
“Sí.”
“And yet you keep coming back to it.” I shove his hand away from my face, missing the warmth.
“That's because you are the most beautiful mess I've ever seen, and I can't seem to figure you out. I always did enjoy a good puzzle. You are so much more than that though, princesa.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because you are spoiled, wear pretty silky corsets, and like being taken care of and constantly need rescuing like a little princess. Now turn around and face the tree.”
I spin around without a fight, eager to know what he will do next. I want him to show me what other ways he can take care of me–what other ways he can save me from myself. “Wrap your arms around the tree and don't move them. Spread your legs apart.” I do as he says, spreading each limb, pressing my cheek against the hard bark, smelling the fresh oak. Not knowing what he will do to me excites me more than it terrifies me. He drops his hands to the front of my pants, unbuckling them. With a quick yank of his fingers, they fall to the ground, wrapped around my shoes. With each heavy breath, I press my nose harder against the bark, digging my nails into the rough edges.
His warm hands caress each globe of my ass and I melt into his touch, loving the way it has my body vibrating. Spreading each cheek apart, leaving my hole exposed, he stands there quietly as if observing each part of me carefully. The cold air against my pucker is soon replaced with the heat of his wet tongue, swiping over it, making me shudder. He does it again, slower and in longer strides, moving his tongue up and down in between my cheeks. My moans are soft and muffled against the tree. “You make such sweet noises for me.” His tongue pushes against my entrance, sliding between my inner walls, causing my cheeks to clench.
He plunges in and out, licking and sucking on my pucker. My breaths become ragged and uneven as his tongue becomes more forceful and hungry. I squeeze my arms around the tree tighter as a rush of pleasure courses through me, muttering incoherent words. My pleas for more come out in fragments. I suck in a sharp breath when his hand cups my balls, caressing each one. His long, thick fingers wrap around my shaft, sliding up and down in rhythm with his protruding tongue. It becomes way too much. His tongue and his hands touching me at the same time have my body convulsing against the tree. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, a pleasure so intense, it warms my belly causing my balls to tighten and my hole to twitch. His tongue probes my hole deeper and faster, as if I'm his last meal. My cock strains against his fingers, dripping and on the verge of eruption. And then he releases me, removing his tongue at the same time. “Finish yourself for me. Show me how you like to make yourself cum.”
My hands release from the tree, feeling raw and dry. I spit in the palm of my hand, lathering my cock up with saliva.
“I want you touching your hole at the same time. Show me how you would get ready for me.”
With shaky hands, I reach for my hole, spreading my legs further apart, crouching lower to the ground until I land on my knees. The branches snap and scrape against my skin. I sink my finger in past my pucker, pushing past the tight ring of muscles. It's uncomfortable at first, causing a throbbing sensation when I shove it in with more force. I move it in and out, waiting for the ache in my ass to fade. My fingers glide against the velvety skin of my cock, trying to take focus off the intrusion of my ass. There's a loud clank of metal against metal and what sounds like a zipper tugging down. I keep moving my finger in and out and fucking harder into my hand, imagining Gabriel naked and hard behind me. “That's it, sweetness. Show me how you play with yourself when no one else is around.”
He spits into his hand and the sound of skin colliding confirms he's touching himself. I whine against the tree, disappointed to be missing the view. Loud grunts come from behind me, along with the sound of skin slapping. His breathing grows heavy and he moans long and loud as warm spurts of cum land on my cheeks. Every one of my muscles tighten and my head grows fuzzy, everything is spinning around me as I shoot my cum between my knees.
“Fuck.” He shouts from behind me. He leans down beside me and I frown at his already zipped up slacks. He gathers the cum from the skin of my ass with his fingers. Sticking out his cum covered hand in front of my face, he smiles. “Clean me up, my little cum dumpster.”
I nod, panting, warmth pooling in my belly at his degrading words. Except are they really degrading when I like being his cum dumpster and cum slut? Without a word, I lap my tongue against his milky white seed, enjoying the saltiness of his cum. I keep licking and sucking until the only thing his hand is wet from is my saliva. He wipes his hand against the side of his pants. “Mmm, so starved for my cum. Can't get enough of it. Next time I'll have to plug it inside you so you can feel me in there longer. Send you to dinner with your fiancé that way.”
I stand up on wobbly legs and yank my underwear and pants back up. I loosen my corset so I can breathe easier. “You should probably head back inside now.” He closes in on me, caressing my right cheek with his fingers. “I wouldn't want you to get in more trouble than you're already in. Don't come looking for me anymore. Let me come to you.”
I nod, melting against his touch. “When will I see you again?”
“Soon, mi princesa. Very soon.”
I walk up the narrow stairs, swaying back and forth, still drunk from my orgasm. My hands tremble against the doorknob and my legs shake a little less the more I walk. Tugging off my clothes and corset, I climb into bed in nothing but my underwear, not ready to wash his cum off of me. I bury my body deep underneath the covers, loving the coolness of the sheets against my heated skin. My body feels too wonderful for me to care about what it looks like right now.
I smile against my pillow, moving my face against it lazily. When I close my eyes, the usual bad memories are replaced with Gabriel's sexy smile and I can still taste myself on his fingers. I fall into an even rhythm, wishing I could fall asleep this way every night.
Morning light brightens my room but it's not the only thing waking me. My cock is hard and leaking against my underwear as I fuck against my mattress. I can smell Gabriel on my sheets. I haven't washed them since we spent our first night together. He slipped out while I was sleeping and I woke up still feeling him everywhere. I didn't want it to go away. I roll onto my back, yanking down my underwear. I sit up, adjusting my pillows behind my back and grab one of my dildos from my drawer, along with a bottle of lube.
I shove a pillow between my legs, resting the base of the dildo against it. After fingering my hole and soaking the toy with lube, I shove myself down on it, locking the pillow in place with my legs. With one hand on the headboard and the other between my legs, I lift the toy higher, pressing my body down until it's halfway inside me. I slowly fuck myself, pushing the pillow up with the heels of my feet as I grind my hips against it.
Closing my eyes, I think of Gabriel and imagine how his cock might look. Large, thick with bulging veins and a leaking tip. My body convulses as the end of the toy meets with my prostate. I wiggle my hips until I'm hitting the right spot, feeling as if an electric current is flowing through me. I imagine him shoving himself inside me again, claiming and owning me. The toy doesn't feel nearly as good as him but it'll do for now, along with my memories of how he set my soul alive. I work my legs harder to make the toy meet more in-sync with the thrust of my hips until cum is covering my stomach.
Blissed out and hot all over, my limbs relax against the bed, spreading out like a starfish as the dildo remains inside me. I don't move until my alarm goes off and I hear my parents shouting downstairs. Time to return to reality. It's easier to escape it longer when Gabriel is here to hold me while I'm coming down from my orgasmic high. It doesn't matter what's happening around me. As soon as he touches me the rest of the world disappears. Hopefully it won't be long before he comes back to help me escape again.
