He eases on me, sliding out to grab the ledge onto land. He lowers his hand. “I need to mount.”
He hoists me from the hot spring. The stagnant, humid air tempts me to be filthy.
It invites me to act primal and savage.
I lower onto the grass and crawl toward him. He stands, observing, silent and bold. I take his cock, tracing my palm across the throbbing shaft. I spit and spread my saliva across him.
I spit again, making sure he’s covered in my fluids.
Leaning my bag against a tree, I spread my legs and show him my pussy.
“I wish you could see what I see,” he says, gruffly.
“I’m not that groomed,” I say, face turning hot with shame.
I’ve tried to maintain it, but there didn’t seem to be a point. I grew it out, and now, I’m embarrassed with how I look.
He reassures me this not just what he needs. This is what he wants, too. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he growls.
Gripping his cock, he strokes and spills pre-cum.
He lowers over me like a panther, licking and tasting my nipples. Kissing my stomach, he reaches my pelvis. He bucks forward and slides his shaft through my pubes.
“You drive me crazy with lust,” he moans, biting his lip as the pleasure seems to him.
Did I mention the word primal? With him, I don’t have to give a fuck about any standards. I can be whatever I want.
He eases up and down, dropping his face to kiss mine. I grind my hips up, feeling the bark scrape against my back. The earth cakes underneath my ass, and his hands grab my dirty skin, spreading mud.
This is something I would never do. This is filth.
I live for it.
He forces my legs open, abdomen pressed against mine. His arms wrap around the base of the tree, trapping me.
One dark look in the eyes, and he whispers, “I will breed you, tiny one.”
My jaw falls open.
Help?
He penetrates me.
His thick and prodding head, growing larger as desire brings us together, forcing me open. There’s nothing I can do except hold on for the ride.
I trace my palms across his impressive abdomen, feeling every single ripple harden underneath my fingertips.
His biceps tighten around me, chest pressed against my cheek. Driving into me, he quivers and stops, cock bobbing inside of me.
“No,” he growls. “Not, yet.”
He pulls out and pinches the head of his cock, breathing.
My pussy is throbbing.
“Please,” I beg. “Give me what you promised me.”
This is all so reckless, but I’ve weighed the pros and cons.