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Knowing that when he’d catch me, he’d make me pay.
A furious roar tears through the night and freezes my spine. He’s coming after me. I run faster, pumping my arms high. My legs tear through the brush. My feet scream in pain at the harsh ground. Freezing wind ices my lungs. Still, I sprint. It makes those endless laps Coach Krav has me run worth the pain.
I see it in the distance, the tree line. I’m going to make it. Victory pounds in my blood and thrills me, more potent than the triumphant feeling I get in competitions. Tristan promised it and he delivered. Part of me hates him for it, how easily he seems to know exactly what I need when no one before him ever has.
That thought makes me run faster until I’m less than fifty meters from the edge. I feel him right behind me. My breath quickens as he closes in. I’m going to make it.
A palm wraps around my arm, the warmth of his body heat jarring. A small, disappointed cry falls from my lips. It’s lost in the wind as he whips me around.
His hand tangles in my hair, he yanks me close and then his mouth comes down brutishly on mine. Heat explodes between us. Our teeth clashing, our tongues fighting for dominance. My heart is in my throat; fear, excitement, and anticipation coming together to block my airways.
“Caught you,” he growls against my mouth, pulling away only long enough to grunt those words before he’s back on me with a full-on assault. Soft lips part around sharp teeth as he bites me.
I shove at him, fighting hard as both his hands close around me, keeping me pinned to him. I rip my mouth away and scream. He chuckles darkly in response, the sound exploding terrifyingly in my ears.
“Go ahead, scream. You can be as loud as you want out here, no one will hear you.”
My nipples tighten painfully in response, my flesh squeezing around the metal of my piercing. He kicks my legs out, forcing me to my knees. His hand stays in my hair, gripping it and angling my head back to look up at him. He’s perfectly illuminated by the moon, his teeth sharp and his shoulders tight as he grins almost maniacally down at me. He’s going to be merciless, I can feel it. I want it.
I hear the jangle of his belt followed by the sound of his zipper being ripped open, but I don’t look away from his gaze. We’re stuck in a battle of glares and wills and I refuse to back down.
Out of my peripherals, I see him pull his length out and fist it in his hand.
“You’re going to apologize to my cock,” he grits through clenched teeth. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours and show me how sorry you are.”
My lips part on command, answering to his will instead of my own. He doesn’t wait for me to open wider, pressing his thick head into my mouth and stretching it himself instead. A warped groan erupts from deep in the back of his throat as he makes contact with my wet tongue for the first time.
“I already know you’re going to kill me with this mouth,” he mutters roughly, pushing his cock in further.
Drawing him in, I hollow my cheeks and suck his hard shaft. I feel him shudder at the delicious pressure. He groans his approval when I circle my tongue around his length in repetitive motions and wetness floods to my entrance in response.
His head is thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his bare, veiny forearms reaching for me. One hand is still in my hair, holding me prone for him, and the other cups my jaw possessively.
I push my mouth down further on his dick until it feels like I’m going to unhinge my jaw. I’m so full of him and yet his thick, throbbing cock is only halfway in.
“More…you can take more,” he gasps, eyes shining with dark intent as he brings his head down to look at me. “Open up your throat for me.”
My skin heats at his orders. Saliva drips down my chin and he wipes it away with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth with a manic sound of pleasure. I relax my jaw and the muscles of my throat and work to take him in deeper. He murmurs encouragingly, sweet words that are in stark contrast with the rough way he chased me down.
But he’s only patient for so long before his hand tightens in my hair and he thrusts forward, bottoming into the back of my throat. I tense, gagging a moment as wetness pools in the corner of my eyes.
“So deep,” he mutters, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “But not enough. Take me deeper.”
He pushes still further, past what I thought was my limit, until I’m sure he’s going to suffocate me to death with his dick.
What an obituary that would be.
I pull in desperate breaths through my nose, my lips tightly wrapped around him, my jaw completely loosened as his cock settles halfway down my throat.
“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, and my pussy clenches in response. I bring a hand down and rub my aching clit. Arousal leaks out of me and onto my hand reminding me that as rough as he’s being with me, I fucking love it.
He makes a disappointed noise when I retreat, letting his head come completely out of my mouth, but it’s swallowed by another groan when I push back down, taking him back entirely in one go. My hand wraps around the base of his length and squeezes. I move it up and down, my grip twisting and alternating pressure along with the movement of my mouth.
With my other hand, I keep rubbing tight circles around my throbbing clit, pushing myself closer and closer to the edge.
His gaze is hooded with desire, his breaths coming fast as I pump up and down his shaft. He doesn’t let me take the lead for long. He gathers my hair into one hand and yanks my head back so only the tip remains between my lips. My wide, innocent eyes meet his dark, sadistic ones and I shiver.
“I don’t think you’re sorry enough,” he says, and then he shoves viciously back in, mercilessly hitting the back of my throat.
