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“Or is it that you would prefer me to touch you here?”
His hand slowly dips down between my legs. Sliding his finger over my clit before plunging it deep inside me.
Stifling the moans of pleasure racking through my body.
"No, I don't want you touching me anywhere” I grit out.
Pumping his finger inside me a few more times, he runs his finger around my clit a few times before bringing it to his lips. Groaning as he cleans my arousal from his hand, as he grinds his hard cock into my stomach to show me just how much he wants me.
“Do you see what you do to me, pup? How hard you make me when I am in your presence?” he asks, pushing further into me.
“Honestly, it's kinda hard to miss that monstrous fucker trying to drill a new hole in my stomach for it to bury itself into."
My words catch him off guard and he steps back and laughs. A real genuine laugh, which causes my heart to constrict because I'm about to cause him some pain yet again. Thinking twice about my original plan since I don't want to damage that magnificent cock.
While he is lost in his laughter, I pull my arm back and swing. My fist connects with his jaw. My hand screams at the impact, but it's enough to throw him off enough for me to wrench his hand free from my hair.
And then I run.
Chapter twenty-two
Damien
Icannotbelievethisfucking woman. I should have expected it though, considering the last time I had her in this predicament, she stabbed me in the shoulder. But I assumed she'd be all for it this time. Looks like I was wrong, but I will not be giving up on her.
She is mine to take. Mine to fuck. Mine to claim. And yet she ran from me again. She should know better than to run from a born hunter. It makes everything so much more fun to chase my prey.
Giving her a five-second head start, I take off after her and it doesn't take long until she is within reach again. I let her think she may get away, by slowing down just enough so that she can still hear me.
“Oh come on, pup, you should know better than to run from me,” I yell out to her.
She falters just long enough, her head swings in all directions, looking for me, when her foot catches on a tree root sticking up through the forest floor. She's not able to catch herself and ends up sprawled out in the vegetation.
“You motherfucker! Any normal guy would fuck off after getting socked in the jaw. Not chase the person who did it. Fuck off, old man!” She screams at me while getting back to her feet.
My laugh echoes through the trees as I continue to step toward her.
“But you should know by now that I am no normal guy. All you are doing when you attack me is turning me on more. I mean, come on, look at me right now. Here I am chasing you through the woods, naked, with a fucking hard-on.”
Darting to her left, in what seems to be an attempt to lose me, I follow slowly behind as she limps along, cradling her hurt hand to her chest. I don't need her hurting herself anymore while we are out here. That would make getting back into town a lot harder than it will already be.
Ducking behind a tree, she stops. Breathing unevenly, I can hear a pained whimper escape from her. I know exactly where she is, but since she can't see me, I play along with her.
“It's funny you think you can hide from me, pup. I can hear you breathing, how your heartbeat picks up the closer I get. The smell of that wet pussy of yours as it weeps for me to fill it.”
Peering around the side of the tree she is hiding behind, I make my presence known to her, waiting for another punch but it doesn't come. Instead, I find her examining her hand with a scowl on her face.
“I wasn't hiding from you. I just wanted to go home until I realized a naked woman walking through Denver would cause a lot of commotion. I don't feel like getting arrested today, so I'm going to have to wait until nightfall before heading in. And I think your fucking fat face broke my hand.”
The scowl on her face doesn't let up until she turns to look at me. Eyes traveling from my feet, she stops at the sight of my hard cock before traveling up the rest of me, finally meeting my eyes.
“And I'm not aroused from being chased by you, no matter what you think. You don’t make me wet. You're just an asshole.”
Challenge accepted. Grabbing her by her uninjured hand, I twirl her around and twist her arm behind her back, shoving her into the tree.
Leaning in close, I whisper, “If you are not aroused by the mere thought of me ravaging this pussy, then what has you so wet, pup?”
“I'm not fucking wet,” she huffs. Like she's trying to convince herself more than me.
