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“You're out of your fucking mind...” I try walking around him, but he takes hold of my sleeve and spins me around, shoving me into a tree. His body presses against my back, and I can feel the hardness through his jeans as he rubs himself against me.
“You asked for it, and now, per the contract...” I cut him off.
“Fuck the contract, Fynn!”
“No, but I'm about to fuck you since you asked so nicely.” Holding me against the tree, he pushes my leggings down my legs and then slides his hand between them, “Oh, seems like someone likes it a little rough.” He chuckles as he makes slurping noises while cleaning his fingers off.
“You don't have to be an asshole,” I tell him when I hear his zipper come down.
“This isn't me being an asshole, Little Saint. If you want Asshole, I can shove you to your knees and fuck that mouth of yours roughly.” He wastes no time lining his cock up and then pushing in. It isn't too rough, but it's not gentle, either. In fact, it seems to be just right since a moan slips out, and I subconsciously push my ass back, so he has better access.
His hand fists my hair as my head is pressed against the tree bark. He grunts as he fucks me fast and hard while gripping my hip so hard that I know there will be a bruise come morning. Fynn is a furious fucker, making sure to get in nice and deep. I scrape my nails down the bark, trying to get some form of grip, but the only thing I get is bark and moss under my nails.
“Fynn...”
“What is it, Little Saint?”
“Turn me around...”
“Are you going to strip?” he asks with every thrust he gives me.
What is it with him wanting me to fucking strip? In truth, I am getting a little warm, so I let him think I'm giving in, “Fine.”
He lets go of my head, “Then do it. Take your top off first.”
It's a bit challenging, but I get the hoodie pulled over my head, and I feel him unclip my bra. He pulls out of me and steps back until my leggings are removed from my person, then he comes at me. Pinning my hands above my head, his mouth goes to my neck, where he starts sucking and biting.
Lifting my leg to his hip, he pulls back until his brown eyes burn into mine, “Beg me, Catalina,” It's the first time I've heard him say my real name, “Beg me to fuck you until my name echoes through these woods. Beg me to own this fucking sweet cunt of yours until it's battered and bruised...fucking beg me!”
He already had me with the first 'Beg me' when he used my name. How can I possibly pass this up, “I fucking beg you, Fynn! Fuck me, own me, batter me...just fuck me already!”
Like a predator, he growls and plunges into me. The tree bark scrapes at my back, but I don't care. He's brutal with his thrusts as I remain pinned with my arms over my head. He bites my neck hard, possibly drawing blood, and then he sucks hard, and I know I'll be sporting a big-ass hickey on my neck by the time he's done.
He's marking me as his, claiming ownership like I begged him. This Lord does nothing half-ass as his hips slam into me repeatedly. I feel it building with his every thrust, and all it takes is Fynn taking my nipple into his mouth and biting down, and I'm thrown over the edge and climaxing.
“OH, MY FUCKING GOD...YES, FYNN!!” Like he wanted, his name floats on the breeze as it bounces from tree to tree.
“Fuck yes, cream my cock good, you saintly slut!” He lets go of my wrists and lifts me, making me wrap my legs around his waist.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I continue to come as he hammers into me.
“I'm going to fill this slutty cunt up and then watch it drip down your leg once I'm done.” He grunts, then jerks a few more times before releasing inside me, “Do you fucking feel that, Little Saint? This cunt isn't saintly anymore, now that it's filled with Sinners.” He grunts several times before pulling out, “Don't fucking move.”
Now that we are done, the cool breeze chills me, especially when I'm covered in sweat, “Fynn, I need to get dressed.”
“No, you need to not fucking move until I tell you to.” He then drops to his knees and spreads my legs, “Fucking gorgeous! Do you feel it dripping, Little Saint? Do you feel my cum running down your beautiful thighs?”
What is it about the sick way that the Lords treat me that turns me on so much? I gaze down at him as he watches his release drip from my used vag. Then, he does something that I have never seen done before. He sticks his tongue out and drags it up the inside of my thighs, where his seed coats me.
He stands up, and I'm so mesmerized at what I just witnessed that I can't take my eyes off him as he moves in closer and smears it across my lips with his tongue. It's the closest I've come to getting a kiss from this Lord. He waits, watching me, daring me with his eyes.
“Fucking lick it. Taste our cum mixed together; it's the best thing ever.” He's cocky as he says this, but I don't care because I'm still so turned on that I do exactly what he wants.
I stick out my tongue and lick my lips, savoring our combined tastes. It's sick but sexy as hell, and as I finish the last of it, I look at him and grin, “More...”
His eyes light up, and he drops to his knees again. With another swipe of his tongue up and down my inner thighs and between my legs, Fynn then gives my lips one last swipe. I'm not sure if it's our taste or the fact that it's close to having Fynn kissing me, but I like it, and I'll let him feed me his cum this way anytime he wants.
After our little fuckfest up on the cliff, Fynn decides he's going to feed me and takes me to a nearby pizza joint. It feels natural being with Fynn, and that in itself is weird because Fynn is not a talker, but the silence is perfect, only talking when we feel like it, with no pressure from the other. It's nice, but it ends sooner than I'd like, and the next thing I know, we are headed back to the Sorority House.
