“Chewy!” I feel her hand around my arm as I start to pull it back, and the guy in front of me is already flinching, holding up his hands. “Stop, please!”
I growl as I turn to her. “They need to learn some respect.”
“I think they’ve learned. Come on.” She slips her hand into mine and I’m powerless against that touch.
A moment later, we’re back at our own blanket, and she’s pulling me down as my eyes keep darting to our audience. They’re grinning again, acting like they weren’t scared, but I saw how close to pissing themselves they were.
“You don’t have to always be an overprotective monster, you know,” she says, smiling as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me. The way we’re sitting, nobody can see but me as her sundress pulls up her thighs, damp panties revealed as she grinds herself against my hardening rod. “The only person I’m interested in is you. So let them look, because that’s all they get.”
I growl. “Mine. This is mine.” I slide my hand down between us, touching her cunt, visible beneath the clinging strip of fabric. “These are mine.” I pinch a nipple through the thin cotton of the sundress.
“Yes,” she responds as her eyes drift closed. “All yours.”
“Mine,” I repeat as she rocks against me, a little mewl escaping her lips.
The thought that they heard her drives me crazy, but before I can dwell on it, she gasps, rising on her knees, rubbing herself against the bulge in my pants.
She whimpers as she moves against me, pushing herself forward, leaning her head into my chest as her ass moves up and down in my hands. Her voice is getting louder now as she draws near to a climax, moving slowly against me.
“Chewy!” She cries out as her body trembles, and I hear the laughter from behind me and that’s it. There’s no stopping me.
As the red mist descends, I move on automatic, rising to my feet and turning in their direction. Breaking into a run, I don’t think I’ve ever seen three people more afraid in my life. I barrel in their direction, throwing one aside as a punch lands on a second who’s grin is wiped right off his face. The third says something pleading, but it falls on deaf ears as the back of my hand connects with his face.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I murmur, and see them all nod, their feet scrabbling at the ground in their rush to get away, the blanket forgotten as they pile into their fucking clown car.
A second later, I’m on Annie, hearing her yelp as I drag her, kicking, away from our own picnic spot.
“You need to learn who I am,” I tell her, pushing her ahead of me among the trees.
She laughs. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Oh, I’ll show you,” I tell her as I find a suitable fallen tree. “I’ll show you right here.”
A second later, she’s bent over the trunk and I flip her sundress up over her ass, landing a heavy hand on her butt cheek as she cries out. A red welt rises satisfyingly on the soft flesh as I rip her panties down.
“You’re mine,” I tell her. “All this is mine. Nobody watches you cum except me, you hear?”
“Mmm hmm.”
I growl. “What the fuck is mmm hmmm? Tell me you understand, Annie.”
“Yes.”
I land a smack on her ass as my belt clatters loose and I drop my jeans, lining my cock up with her opening. “Tell me you understand.”
“Ow! I understand!”
“Say it again,” I tell her as I slap her ass harder, pushing the head of my cock between her sweet lips.
She gasps, a little moan falling from her lips. “I understand. All of this is yours and yours alone.”
“Damn right. And when we’re done here, you’re coming to live with me.”
“What?”
Another hard slap as I sink deep inside her, grabbing her hips as she grunts with taking me. “Don’t ask what. Just accept it. My baby needs a home.” I let my hand drift to her belly as I say the words, wondering just how true that word is right now. Have I already planted my seed inside her? Is she already carrying my literal baby. The thought spurs me on and I thrust harder inside her, making her start to yelp. “I’ll get us a place, you won’t have to live over a garage. You want that, baby?”
“Yes, wherever you are I want to be.” she screams, though whether it’s enthusiasm for the plan or simply a cry of pleasure I’m not sure.
Doesn’t matter.
I’m not asking her what she wants, I’m telling her what’s best.
“You’re mine, Annie. Mine. All of this belongs to me and I take care of what is mine, you get that?”
“Yes, Chewy. Ow…” She moans as I thrust in and out, building momentum until she tips over into an orgasm.