Rhona tumbles over a stump, and when I smash through the underbrush after her, I know I’ve got her. I lunge as she scrambles to her feet again, and when my arm circles her waist, she screams as I yank her back against me. She whirls, hands flailing as if to hit me, but I dodge them as I whirl us and shove her back against the big trunk of a tree. She struggles, lashing out at me again, but when I press into her, pinning her to the tree behind her and molding my body to hers, her struggling stops.
And I swear I hear her moan.
I lean in, and her breath catches eagerly as my lips brush her ear.
“There’s no running from me, my little bird,” I growl. My lips trace over her jaw, her gasps coming deep and hungry. And when my mouth brushes hers, it’s her lips that find mine. I groan as she kisses me hungrily, my hands sliding over her hips and tugging her against me as I growl into her lips. I can feel her hands rest on my arms—tentative at first, but then bolder as I claim her mouth. Her fingers slide up my arms until her arms circle my neck, and my kiss only grows fiercer when she does.
My mouth pulls away, the both of us panting before I move my lips to her jaw, making her whimper. I kiss and bite and suck my way down to her neck, her moans filling my ears in the silence of the woods as our bodies grind together. I nip at her neck, raking my teeth over her tender skin as she shivers and whimpers for me. My hands tighten on her tiny waist, her small body molding to my huge frame as I groan, hungry for more.
I tug at her dress, hands pulling it higher up her legs as she moans quietly. I tug it higher, and higher still, her breaths getting higher and higher right along with it. I pause with her dress right beneath the treasure between her legs, and I can feel her trembling against me.
And gods am I hungry for her.
“I won’t hurt you, little bird,” I growl, kissing her deeply.
“I—I know you won’t,” she whispers back fiercely.
“Do you?”
She answers without hesitation.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
My hands tug the dress up, and when my hand slides up her bare, smooth thigh, Rhona gasps quietly. I growl, blood roaring in my veins like fire as my fingers trace closer and closer to my prize. And when they brush against her at last, her whole body shivers in excitement, her moans tumbling from her lips. My fingers slip over her, teasing over her velvet soft lips and parting them. I drag one thick finger between them, grunting at how wet she is.
How eager.
How ready.
I know she’s untouched, and I smirk to myself, knowing that the little princely Lord Chauntleroy was probably excepting to claim that first moment for himself.
Too bad, because it’s going to be me who feels this sweet, soft, tight little cunt open for me for the very first time. It’ll be me who takes her maidenhead. My cock that sinks into her, stretching her and filling her up like she’s never even imagined. With how small she is, and with her never having been with a man, part of me even wonders if I’ll be able to even fit inside of her, given my size.
But you can be damn sure I’m going to try anyways.
But that comes later. For now, I want to explore her. I want to memorize every damn inch of her body with my hands, and with my tongue. I want her aching for me, lusting for my cock before I finally let her have it. My fingers stroke through her slick lips, making her whimper. I tease against her opening, feeling her slick het drench my fingers before I slide higher, rubbing that slickness over her hard-little bud.
And oh, does she cry out when I do that. Rhona sags against me, panting, her auburn hair tussled against my face. Her hands clutch at my arm, her moans fill my ears.
“So nice and wet for me,” I grunt into her ear, rolling my fingers over her clit again and again as she gasps in pleasure.
“Such an eager, needy little cunt you’ve got, don’t you?”
She cries out, pleasure rippling through her as she clutches at my arm and moans. And damn if she doesn’t nod.
“And this needy little messy cunt is mine, isn’t it?”
Rhona cries out sharply, wet heat from her pussy dripping down my fingers as she nods eagerly, clinging to me. Gods, she’s already so close. I’m dying to make her come, and I’m dying to taste what her while she does.
I push harder, pinning her to the tree, her legs spread and her dress around her waist as I play with her little cunt—teasing her higher and higher, until I can feel her start to tremble for me.