She twisted her head, moaning softly. He moved his hands to her jaw and kept her face steady while he fucked her mouth with his tongue. He plucked at her lips forcefully with his own and bit the lower one, scraping the sensitive skin between his teeth. Alice quaked against him.
“Always rebelling, even when you don’t know what against. I ought to spank your ass red, do you know that?” he breathed out in a husky whisper next to her parted lips. Arousal shot through her at his dark threat. His eyes glittered with angry lust between narrowed eyelids. She squirmed against him and tried to break her chin free of his hold on her face. He grasped her more firmly, the feeling of the soft, well-worn leather against her skin only amplifying her excitement. “I ought to spank you good and hard and then fuck you even harder.” He plucked at her mouth hungrily and she felt his cock swell against her belly. “I ought to fuck you so deep and come so hard, you feel me inside you as a constant reminder as you go about your day of rebelling. Would you like that, Alice?”
“No.”
“Yes, you would,” he growled, recognizing her lie instantly. Holding her stare, he reached between them and began to jerk down her running shorts. Her heart leapt.
“If you spank me, whoever you had follow me will hear it,” she said in a panicked, choked whisper.
“Then I’ll have to save the spanking for later. The other part isn’t going to wait, though. If that incompetent jerk is stupid enough to come back here while I’m having you, he can just be fired sooner versus later.”
“But—”
He shoved unceremoniously at her clothing and she felt her shorts and panties fall against her shins to her ankles. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his erection. She bit her lower lip, air hissing between her teeth. Her hand moved of its own accord, cupping and massaging large, round testicles, and then the heavy, protruding staff of his cock. He snarled at her touch. “You’ve asked for it before against a tree in the woods. Ask for it now, little girl,” he taunted. “Ask for the nice hard fuck you deserve.”
His crudity was arousing her. He knew it had on other occasions in the past. Her cheeks burned and her breathing was coming fast and erratic. The ability to think rationally was fogged by lust.
“Say it,” he bit out softly, nuzzling her lips with his nose and then his mouth.
“I deserve a nice. Hard. Fuck.”
If there was such a thing as defiant begging, Alice had just done it.
He grunted softly, his mouth slanting into a hard line. He turned her in front of him forcefully. When she staggered because her clothing had gotten twisted on her ankles, he steadied her, his hands cupping her shoulders. He pressed his face to her neck, his hot, openmouthed kiss making her gasp and put her hands on the tree trunk to steady her swaying world. She sensed him working to unfasten his fly.
A moment later, his naked cock slid between her thighs, the top of the rigid shaft rubbing against her sensitive, damp outer sex. He gave a restrained, rough groan that vibrated in his throat. Biting her lower lip to suppress her own arousal, she leaned into the tree, bending at the waist. The feeling of the bulbous head of his cock pushing into her channel felt exciting and forbidden.
So damn good.
He held her hips steady with his hands and firmly pumped his cock into her. The fact that she couldn’t scream her pleasure made her want to yowl like a cat in heat. Her choked wail burned her throat. His cock felt huge and heavy inside her. When he finally pressed his full testicles to her outer sex and paused, squeezing her to him, she opened her mouth in a silent scream.
“Quiet,” he muttered tensely behind her, and Alice wondered confusedly if she’d whimpered aloud after all. In the distance, she heard the footsteps on the path. Her follower had realized he’d lost her and was retracing his steps, his pace faster than it had been previously.
They went still in a tableau of frozen, incendiary pleasure. It was unbearable. Dylan throbbed inside her, his cock steaming into her flesh. God, she needed to move. She couldn’t stop her muscles from convulsing around him, from squeezing his rigid length. Behind her, she heard him make a small, choked sound. Somehow it helped, knowing she didn’t suffer alone.
But not much.
Her follower’s footsteps faded while they mutually sweated. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he began to thrust in and out of her, his strokes deep and even a little harsh. Alice loved it. Her body jolted at the impact of him against her. His unrelenting cock plunging into her and the sharp friction he created became her sole focus. Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. She chanted his name in her head like a mantra every time his pelvis thumped against her. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and counterstroked with a firm, fluid pump of her hips. It felt hot and forbidden. So right.
She was so deep in the zone, it jarred her to the core when Dylan suddenly stilled her bobbing hips, his thumbs digging into her buttocks. She heard distant footsteps approaching. The man was back, retracing his trail.