Him.
I want him with an absolute madness that claws at my senses. I want him with the desperation of a starved woman being offered food. I’m starving, so lost without him I’m ready to cry.
“Missed you. Please,” I beg him, and follow the request by dragging one hand to my eager center.
The other I cup my breast, and I tease the nipple while my first hand pulls my lips apart to expose my swollen clit. My tender and soaked hole, ready to get filled and abused.
“Here?” he taunts. “In the dirt, on your knees like some filthy animal?”
I should hate that.
I should be outraged and offended and embarrassed, but I’m rubbing my pussy fast and hard. Hips lifting to meet every stroke. I palm my tits, pinch the nipples.
“Anyway you want me,” I pant, back arching. “Just ... fill me. I need your cock.”
I’m so close.
If he doesn’t hurry, I’m going to finish and I need him.
His chuckle is dark. A sinister snap like the log in the flames. The sound coats me with a feeling of such pleasure I nearly purr.
“Get on your knees, my love. I’m going to use you like you’re meant to be.”
No questions asked, I turn over onto my hands and knees. My ass lifts to the creature in the distance. Knees wide in the sharp pine needles and velvet fern leaves. Fingers fist into dirt like I can anchor myself in preparation.
Every muscle quivers with anticipation. My pussy flexes and releases with greed, hunger to finally ... finally feel him. To finally get stretched and fucked and pumped full of cum. My thighs tremble and I spread them wider until I’m practically doing the splits.
Fuck me. Please. Please,I beg silently.
I’m so tense that the first smack of a whip has a scream ripping out of me. My entire body jerks forward. The area burns with white hot agony.
It comes down again on the other cheek before I can catch my breath. On the back of my thighs. The bottom of my feet. It rains in rapid succession until I’m sobbing through the pain.
“Tell me to stop,” he mocks while I snivel into the ground. “But you won’t, will you? Your cunt is leaking down your legs. The smell is intoxicating.”
My answer is to lift my ass higher.
My reward is the sharp snap of his whip straight against my mound. My clit. The sting has me howling even as I teeter. As I rock on the edge and my toes dig into the dirt and my back heaves.
“Again,” I croak. “Please. Again.”
I hear his groan. His harsh curse ofmy sweet little whore.
Then the smack.
Hard.
Again.
Again.
My screams drown the night. Even to my own ears, they are wild. Feral. They’re the screams of a woman on the cusp.
I cum.
And he gives me no peace when he slams inside me. Fills my seizing cunt with a velvet invasion of something thick, textured, but soft.
Not a penis.
