Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Ah, yes.” He sounds pained. My inner muscles are rolling, milking his cock. “Fuck yes, bunny. You have such a sweet”—thrust—“little”—thrust—“cunt.”
Why am I so wet? Why does this thrill me? Why am I so excited and closer to another orgasm faster than I’ve ever been?
It has to be the after-effect of adrenaline. In a study I read, people say they feel more attracted to someone when they meet during a stressful time. Like the adrenaline response, heightened heart rate, and sweaty palms come together in a perfect combination. Is it arousal? Or is it fear?
The body is easily confused.
My thoughts are gone, and my body is taking over. It probably thinks it’s about to die; it’s ready and going to ride every wave of pleasure before it goes. This is the survival response in its most amped-up, crazed form.
If I survive this night, I’ll never forget being fucked by a monster in the deep woods. It’ll be enshrined forever as the best fuck of my life.
Godsdammit.
Finally, the hunter grinds his hips against my ass and shudders. In a series of subtle jerks, his cock pumps cum into me, filling me up and setting off more deep flutters inside my belly.
He eases off me enough that I can push up to a sitting position on my left hip. Dirt is ground into my bare skin, and my hair is full of leaves and debris from the forest floor. I’m shivering and wincing from the bruises left by his rough handling. My sex is throbbing from his punishing thrusts, and so is my right ankle and not in a good way.
I try to rise, and my ankle twinges. It won’t take my weight, but I’m desperate to get away. Without his warmth, I’m freezing, and cum is trickling down my leg. I crawl on my hands and knees until a shadow falls over me. His boots pace to my side, and he reaches down to dig his fingers into my messy curls. The tug sends pain shooting through my scalp as he draws my head back. “Going somewhere, bunny?”
I lash out, punching his knee and thighs, flailing in my attempt to hit his dick. He drags me to my knees and tries to lift me to my feet, but as soon as I put weight on my right ankle, I scream in pain and fall.
I end up back on my hands and knees, with him leaning over me. Something soft and warm falls over my head. Suffocating black fabric. He’s taken off his hood and pulled it over my head. Blindfolding me.
Inside the hood, it’s hot and smells like him. He’s everywhere, his scent and touch my whole world. I thrash, but he’s at my back, pinning me, finding my entrance, and pushing inside me again. I’m sore but sopping wet.
He subdues me, and my body gives in, lubricating to ease his way. The rougher he gets, the faster my orgasm rises. Grass and rocks tear into my naked flesh as he grinds me into the earth, and the bite of pain sends pleasure flaring through me. The harder he pounds into me, the harder I fight my own surging need. My orgasm is coming, inexorable. A nuclear explosion that will obliterate everything I am.
It’s too much, but it’s no use. The white-hot edge of pleasure slices into me, and I am undone.
I dig my fingers into the muddy earth and scream. Ecstasy crackles through me, breaking me apart. I can’t escape. It surges again and again. I sob into the hood. The fabric is sodden, sticking to my face. It’s stifling, but I’m grateful for a place to hide because I can’t escape the pleasure pulsing through me.
“Yes, little red. You’re so good, taking my cock like this. You feel so good,” the Wolf keeps murmuring into my neck. My mind is fragmented; I’m drifting in the dark. I pull his sweet nothings around me like a shelter.
“You take me so well.” His cock swells, and he cums, spurting inside me over and over again. I lie there, taking it, and feel a faint sense of satisfaction. His cum is hot, and he’s so deep he’s battering my cervix. No man’s ever filled me like this before.
He rises off me. Immediately, I miss his warmth, his weight. The sweat cools on my skin, and I shiver, coming back to myself. I’m bruised and chilled.
Before I can move, he pulls me up. I’m still in the dark, hot world of his hood. I can’t see, so I’m reaching out to orient me, but he lifts me off my feet. The world tilts, and I cry out. I end up upside down, my hair and arms hanging down. He must have thrown me over his shoulder.
I tear off the hood and suck in fresh air, but it’s all I can do. I’m in no position to do more than brace against his jean-clad ass and try to push myself up. He folds an arm over my legs and steadies me with a hand on my bare ass as he strides through the trees.