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“Why don’t we find out?” I suggest.
“Dante, but my friends…” She starts, but I cut her off with a finger on her lips.
“Ssshhh... it’s okay,” I soothe her. “Just let go.” My fingers delve into the silk of her panties, feeling her soaking wet cunt. The slick wetness that greets my probing finger nearly makes me growl in satisfaction. “God, you’re soaking,” I rasp.
My grip around her waist tightens, my breath hitching in rhythm with her whimper. “You didn’t know how wet your cunt is?” I taunt, my voice thick with lust. “Or you didn’t want to admit how much being stalked turns you on?” I pull my fingers away, slipping them into my mouth and tasting her. “You want more, don’t you?” I tease, my voice a husky whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she admits.
“But not here.” I pull back, leaving her gasping in surprise. “Run.”
“What?” Her eyes snap to meet mine, wide and confused.
“Run,” I repeat, my voice more commanding. “Further into the woods.”
“But...” She starts to protest but I cut her off.
“No buts, little doe. Run.” I give her a little push, and after hesitation, she bolts, disappearing into the dense forest away from her friends.
I watch her go, my heart pounding with anticipation. The chase is on.
As she vanishes into the undergrowth, the thrill of the chase surges through me. My heart pounds in rhythm with my arousal. My jeans feel tight, my arousal a throbbing pulse that seems to echo in every fiber of my body. There’s a primal satisfaction in the hunter pursuing the hunted. A game as old as time itself.
I can’t help but smirk, the taste of anticipation sweet on my tongue. “Let’s see how far you can get, little doe,” I mutter, starting off at a jog.
The trees close in around me, their branches creating intricate patterns of shadows in the daylight. My senses sharpen, every rustle of leaves, every snapped twig reverberating in the stillness. My little doe’s fear is a tangible presence in the air, each gasping breath she takes echoing through the forest like a beacon calling me.
“Can’t hide your fear, can you?” I call out.
I pick up my pace, my boots crunching against the fallen leaves. My heartbeat is a staccato rhythm in my ears, its frantic tempo matching the erratic rhythm of her breathing.
And then I find her. Just as I expected, she’s there, back pressed against a gnarled old tree, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to regain control of her panicked breathing. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, a telltale sign of her futile attempt to quiet her fear.
I can’t help but grin at the sight, my heart thumping against my ribcage in a rhythmic beat that seems to harmonize with her terror. “Hiding won’t save you,” I murmur, my voice barely more than a whisper as I approach her, the leaves crunching beneath my weight.
She startles, her body jerking in surprise as my voice slices through the silence, but she’s not quick enough. My pulse surges, adrenaline coursing through my veins, fueling my movements. In a split second, I’m upon her. My hands close around her waist, gripping her tight. “Gotcha,” I murmur, a triumphant smirk playing on my lips as she gasps, her body freezing in shock under my hold.
“Now, what shall I do with you?” I tease, releasing her only to push her gently down again.
The forest floor is a bed of fallen leaves beneath her, nature’s carpet softening her fall. She shivers under my touch, her trembling body betraying her fear. My hand slides up her thigh and underneath her dress, tracing a path with my fingers along her skin until they find her cunt.
She’s wet, even more so than before. The realization sends a jolt of satisfaction through me. “Oh, look at that,” I murmur, my voice a low purr, “It seems you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” My smirk widens at her gasp, the sound swallowed up by the dense foliage surrounding us. I’m lost now to my full, dark, and twisted desires. I slam three fingers inside her, and she moans, back arching off the floor.
The air around us feels thick with raw desire. “Tell me how much you enjoy this,” I demand. My thrusts grow more insistent, matching the rhythm of her gasps. “Tell me what a dirty little whore you are for me.” Her body tenses, a whimper escaping her. But she remains silent. I pull back, my gaze pinning her under its intensity. “Say it,” I command, the words a low growl echoing through the quiet woods.
“I... I am,” she stammers, her voice trembling. “I’m your dirty little whore.” The words echo around us, swallowed up by the silence of the woods.
The confession makes my heart race, my cock throbbing against my pants in anticipation. I can’t help but let out a low chuckle. “Good girl,” I murmur, my fingers curling around her throat, the pulse under my touch beating frantically. “Now it’s time for me to claim my prize.”
Unzipping my pants, I free my throbbing cock from its confines. There’s no hesitation as I slide into Madison, her tight cunt stretching to accommodate me. A low growl escapes from deep within my chest as I fuck her with wild abandon, losing myself in the sensation of her around me. Her moans only serve to spur me further, each sound a testament to the pleasure I’m giving her.
“You take me so well,” I grit out, my voice rough with unchecked desire. I lean forward, my breath hot against her ear. “Do you like how I fill you?” Each word is punctuated with a deep thrust, my cock driving into her again and again. I can feel her walls clamping around me, her body responding instinctively to my primal need.
“Yes...yes...” she gasps out, her nails digging into my back as she arches up against me. “I love how you fill me...so deep...” Her voice is laden with raw desire. Each word she speaks is laced with the intoxicating filth I crave. “Harder. Fuck me harder,” she begs.
In the quiet of the woods, her voice is the sexiest sound imaginable. The world narrows to the feel of her beneath me, the sounds of our heavy breathing, and the slap of our bodies coming together. There’s no tenderness here, only raw need—the kind that makes a man lose himself completely. And while I fuck her into the ground, I know without a doubt that I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Suddenly, I pull out, leaving her gasping and whimpering. With a firm grip on her hips, I flip her onto her stomach. She barely has time to adjust before I’m slamming back into her, taking her from behind. My pace is brutal, relentless—the kind of fucking that borders on madness. She moans wildly, inciting me further. The new angle allows me to drive deeper. I can tell she loves it by how her body shakes.
