“Wasting no time I see,” I murmured, but once his fingers grazed through my heat, my sass-filled words escaped me, immediately being replaced by a breathy moan.
“I don’t need to waste a moment when you’re already soaked like a little whore and ready to take my cock, darling,” he growled. My thighs clenched around his hand, and he chuckled darkly. “You like that? Being called a little whore?” he asked as he shoved two fingers into my soaked pussy. I let out a muffled groan as he started roughly finger fucking me. “Ugh, feel that tight cunt wrap around my fingers. So eager for everything I can give you, just like the dirty little whore that you are. I bet you’re going to beg for my cock, aren’t you.”
He said it as a statement, not a question, and something about it pissed me off. The cocky attitude made me want to sass him, make him work harder for it.
I shoved back against him, catching him off guard. He took a staggering step back, and I turned so my back was against the tree as I glared up at him—hoping he could see me in the dim light of the forest and beneath this mask. “I don’t beg for shit,” I finally said. He took a step closer to me, forcing me to look up into his eyes. I couldn’t tell what color they were in the dark like this, but I had no doubt they would be fierce as fuck right now.
He stuck the two fingers he’d just had inside of me into his mouth and slowly pulled them back out, licking the evidence of my arousal clean. “Is that so?” he asked, a smirk on his face.
I nodded, not trusting my voice with how much that entire move turned me on. As if I wasn’t already wet enough.Who the fuck was this man, and why was everything he did so damn hot?He took another step closer, and before I could say or do anything, his hand was wrapped around my throat, my body sandwiched between his rock-hard chest and the tree behind us.
“You’ll do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, because ifyou don’t? I’ll fucking force you to do it like the good little whore that you are. Make sense?” Something about his voice made my insides want to curl up and fucking purr. It was dominant, gravely, and pure male. His hand tightened around my throat until small black spots started popping up around my vision. My hands came up to grab at him, but he released the pressure, allowing me to take a breath. “Now, on your knees.”
I glared at him through my mask, a smirk still spread across his face. The look made me want to bite him. He was straddling the line between pissing me the fuck off and making me horny as hell. It wasn’t a combination I was used to, and I was unsure how I felt about it as a whole. I leisurely lowered myself to my knees and gazed up at him.
He chuckled, looking down at me, the moonlight cascading across my face. “Poison Ivy, huh?”
“Yeah, Batman. We match. Are you going to take your cock out, or do you want to braid my hair first?” I replied. I knew what his screen name referred to after I stared at our messages for over an hour contemplating if I was truly going through with this. ‘I’m vengeance’ was a popular Batman line and he made it dirty. Of course my plan to be Poison Ivy in a few weeks for Halloween made this a perfect opportunity to wear the mask that came with my costume.
Did I think it would impress him? No.
Did I hope it would impress him? Also no.
This was just sex. Hopefully really good sex that gave me solid material for months to come.
I glared up at the man in question as he slowly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans before lowering the zipper—never breaking eye contact with me. Something about a man who loved eye contact had me even more revved upthan the situation as a whole. But this truly was a game for the both of us and it made it that much sweeter.
“Mouth open like a good little whore. Now.”
I parted my lips as he pulled his cock out of his jeans and holy fuck, I wasn’t prepared at all. I tried to keep a straight face—totally normal. As if I see cocks like his all the damn time. First off, it was fucking huge. At least bigger than anyone I’d had prior experience with, and if that wasn’t enough? He had a piercing through the tip of it. Gods above help me, I swear I could feel my leggings getting wet just staring at him.
“Tongue out,” he said, his voice already thick with arousal. I didn’t know how I could tell, but I just knew this wasn’t how he normally sounded. He was enjoying this as much as I was.
Good, asshole.
Choosing to save my bratty attitude for later, I stuck my tongue out flat and gazed up at him. Part of me, the princess part that craved love, affection, and approval—a small part, but still there—wanted him to know just how much I wanted this. How much I wanted his cock, almost to the point of desperation.
I thought he’d go slow, maybe ease into my mouth, but that wasn’t what he did. He took my ponytail into his hand, wrapped it around his fist, and slammed his cock down my throat. With no time to adjust, I gagged around his thick length, my thighs clenched tighter, and my hands pressed against his thighs, trying to find air where there was none to spare.
“Ahh fuck, that’s right. Let me hear you choke around my cock.” I tried slapping his thigh, but that just made him chuckle as he started fucking my throat. Pulling himself out long enough for me to get a quarter of an inhale, only to bechoked again by the length of him. He didn’t slow down or give me time to breathe. He didn’t seem to care. The small metal balls of his piercings were rubbing against my tongue and the roof of my mouth, immediately making me think of how they’d feel inside of me.
I swear, I could’ve come just like that. On the dirty forest floor, his cock down my throat, and not a single thing touching my pussy except my soaked underwear. I felt myself moan around his length, and the vibration from my mouth had him groaning.
“Fuck me,” he muttered as he pulled out of my mouth. He looked down at me, his hand buried in my hair now, and I knew I looked like a mess. My eyes were watering, leaving wet paths down my cheeks. Through my mask, there was drool from when he pulled out so suddenly, and I was panting heavily, trying to catch my breath again for the first time in the last few minutes. “Are you ready to see how useful your other holes are?”
“Earn it fucker,” I growled.
He chuckled before he squatted down in front of me. “Is there a certain way you’d like me to do so?” His voice was quiet now, soft, yet still filled with anticipation. The same anticipation that was flowing through my veins. Fuck I wanted this man. Me…the workaholic woman who never gave men a second look unless it was to hand them a cup of coffee.
His question ran through my head, and I realized I wasn’t done playing yet. I didn’t want this to end so soon. I didn’t want to just lie down and let him fuck me and part ways, to never speak again. I wanted more, and I wanted it now. My gaze locked with his, and I felt the smile creep across my face. He hadn’t shoved himself back in his jeans yet, whichmeant he expected me to just lie in the dirt and let him have his way with me.
Joke’s on him—I wasn’t that easy.
I jumped up to my feet, the sudden movement knocking him off balance, and took off back in the general direction we’d come from. I didn’t turn to see his face or what he was doing. But I did hear the solid ‘fuck’and ‘vixen’fall from his lips, which made me giggle in the midst of my jumping over branches and trying to make my path less straight and narrow this time. My heart rate had skyrocketed, my panties were soaked, and I was already covered in sweat—but fuck I wanted more. I’d never be able to run again without thinking of this man.
This unknown man I’d never see again.
It didn’t take long for me to hear his footsteps clomping through the forest behind me. He had long legs, and though I felt like I had a solid head start, speed only went so far when you were up against a man with legs almost twice the length of yours.
