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No… He wouldn’t.
He would.
Vicious shock barreled through me the moment his slickened fingertips pressed against it. I froze, but then he forced a single finger inside me before I could do anything to stop it. My muscles clenched around him, and cruel agony radiated deep in my core, hurtling up and down my spine with savage intensity.
I keened.
He pumped that single finger in and out of my bottom ruthlessly. It hurt. It felt wonderful. At a punishing pace, he fucked my bottom with his finger so hard that it stung. I tried to squirm forward and escape him, but he didn’t let me. His other hand grasped the side of my hip, holding me in place so that he could punish me more mercilessly than before.
I cried out. I moaned.
My hips rocked, trying to escape him, and inadvertently rubbing against the rough blanket beneath me.
His fingers moved faster, more punishing and more terrible, and my body reacted in kind. Heat spiraled through my system with ruthless abandon and nothing I could do or think would make it stop. My pussy grew even wetter, my need greater, and I cried out.
It sounded like a strangled moan.
I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t want to come like this. Having his fingers in my bottom was wrong, right? It felt dirty and wicked and entirely too taboo, but I wanted more of it.
I should want it to stop, and I didn’t.
When I opened my lips, I told myself I was going to tell him this was wrong, but I didn’t say that either.
“Please. Harder,” I begged.
“Such a bad little girl. Are you going to come for me?”
My entire body shuddered with raw need. His finger pumped inside me faster. It hurt, but it aroused me even more. My body started moving of its own accord, lewdly riding the tree. I imagined it was his cock, rocking my hips back and forth in a way that teased my clit enough to drive me wild.
I cried out, rising higher and higher until I finally approached the edge.
“Come hard, my bad little girl.”
My body rocketed toward orgasm as if his words had been all I’d needed all along. My core imploded, squeezing so tight that I screamed.
I came so hard that I saw stars.
I tried not to think that it was because his finger was in my bottom, but I failed. My inner walls fluttered hard, almost as if they were frustrated that another hole was being filled instead.
Blinded by white-hot bliss, my legs trembled. In front of me, my fingers dug into the tree trunk, clawing on for balance and support. My hips writhed back and forth, practically riding his finger as I came for him.
When my orgasm finally began to fade, I slumped over the tree.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered, enjoying the buzzing satisfaction as it made its way through every limb.
“We’re not done, bad girl,” he demanded.
Before I knew what was happening, he thrust a second finger into my bottom. At once, the burning stretch caught me off guard. It was hot, terrible, and so wrong it was right. His other hand slipped beneath me, cupping my overly sensitive clit. Overwhelming sensation hurtled through me, and I tried to lift my pussy away from his hand, but I only succeeded in taking his fingers deeper in my bottom.
I whimpered, the burning stretch hurting more than before. My muscles tightened reflexively, which only made the cruel agony worse. I tried to force myself to relax, but it was impossible no matter how hard I tried.
Eventually, the pain crested, and I sucked in a breath. What was happening?
“Wait! I already came,” I begged. I hadn’t expected him to keep going. Was he not going to stop now?
“Bad girls come the hardest when their tightest hole is sore,” he warned.
A vicious spike of fear drove through me straight down to my clit. His fingers danced over my pussy with merciless intent. I couldn’t escape them. No matter how I squirmed, lifted my hips, or rocked them back and forth, his fingers were there inside a place they weren’t supposed to be.
