It’s huge. I spot a dark, bulging crown that’s stiff and erect, just for me, and it’s so eager to be plunged deep into my cunt. He takes me in both hands, and instinctively, I start to wrap my legs around his abdomen, even though I’m not even down on his cock yet. But it’s perched on my lips, and judging by how high up I still am, there’s a lot of cock under me to take in.
“You’re not ready for this, doll,” he says, a simple statement of fact. I bite my lip, my pussy absolutely aching for more of him inside me, and if I don’t get it soon, I feel like I’m going to burst.
“I know,” I gasp, “but I’ve got to have it, Tristan, you can’t fucking take me out in the wilderness like this and hold out on me!”
“Sounds like I’ve got you at a disadvantage,” he teases, and before I can protest, he leans me forward so he can get to my breasts, and his mouth goes to my tits, stiff and needy for attention.
His teeth graze and nearly bite at them, and I feel my body electrified by the sensation, from my breasts to my cunt. But my cunt is still torturously perched on his dick, and I want so badly to just thrust myself downward onto it, fulfill every dream I’ve ever had about a man inside me, fucking me until I can’t breathe, but he just keeps swirling his tongue around my nipples and teasing my body with something at the same time sweeter and more infuriating than a solid cock in my pussy.
“Fuck you,” I whimper, “fuck you, Tristan!”
“You should have known better than to trust a stranger, Sienna,” he says playfully, his breath hot on my breasts. But fuck, the way he’s looking at them, looking at a part of my body, makes me feel so fucking wanted that I almost don’t want to stop him.
I’ve always been an average girl, but for someone like Tristan to come and just about literally sweep me off my feet and out into the wilderness like this? This is insane. It’s got to be a dream.
But no, the feeling of his pulsing cock at my lips as he holds me up—no sign of his arms tiring—tells me that this is very real, and I never want it to end.
He starts rubbing his teeth together, nearly biting on my nipples as his tongue lashes across the stiffened tips, and keyed up as I am, I feel my abdomen tightening blissfully. “Oh god, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I breathe, “I didn’t even know that could make you-”
I’m cut off as the sensation becomes too much, and I come right there atop his cock, just from the feeling of his mouth on my breasts. My pussy is already wet, but I can feel it drenching his crown. But at last, whether he’s simply decided to end my torment or his cock really is too needy to ignore anymore, his teasing comes to an end.
In one fluid, swift motion, he lowers me onto his cock.
I’ve heard my friends talk about how some people are “screamers” in bed. I never knew really what that meant until the feeling of that massive, throbbing, thick cock driving all the way up inside me make me let out a scream of pure, overwhelming ecstasy that rings out across the mountains, my whole body wracked with an earth-shattering orgasm.
I have sex toys. None of them compare to the hot, living, bulging manhood within me. I’ve never felt so alive, so whole in my life, and only once I’m on him does he start thrusting up.
“See, Sienna?” he muses, holding a bunch of my hair in his hand as he rocks me on his cock, leaving me utterly useless in his grasp, “you’ve got some life in you after all. You just need to tap into it—let loose.”
As I find the strength in me to start pushing my hips in, grabbing his chest and desperately grinding against his hot cock, I understand what he means. I’m naked in the middle of nowhere, giving into primal, animalistic instincts. And by the look in his eyes, I can tell he is, too.
He laughs at my efforts—for everything that I’m doing, it’s nothing compared to what he could do with me, and he demonstrates as he adjusts himself on the hood and I nearly fall over, if not for his hands steadying me.
He uses his grip on my hair to bring me in close so he can whisper into my ear.
“I’m going to breed you, doll. Do you want that? Do you want me to breed you out here in the wilderness, plant my seed in you so far away from the rest of the world?”
I know what I should say. I know what any rational and responsible person would say. But if I wanted to be the rational person, I wouldn’t have put myself in this man’s possession and let him take me out here.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” I gasp, and I mean every syllable of it.
He starts bouncing me harder and faster, and before long, I’m completely useless, just a toy to be fucked however he wants. But he wants me, and he wants me badly. He’s bucking up harder and more rhythmically, and I don’t need to be experienced to know he’s driving himself to climax. My instincts tell me that.
His scent is so strong in my nostrils, and I want nothing more than to be his for as long as he desires. I clench my cunt, trying to draw it out of him, but as I do, he tightens his grip on my hair, and I feel a deep chuckle in his chest.
“Nice try,” he says, “but you’re just making me want to draw it out longer, you horny little American. I’ll let you off when I’m done with you.” His growling words are so fierce, so firm, that I feel my stomach tightening again, and my muscles release in blissful orgasm once again, and my efforts are all for naught as he keeps spearing me.
I’m in a post orgasmic trance, my entire body feeling light and tingly when I feel his balls tightening, his whole cock stiffening and swelling even bigger than it was before. I wonder for a second if this is what it feels like when a man gets close and then he lets out the deeper, more fulfilled groan I’ve ever heard come from a man, and I know I’m right. He has to put an arm under him to keep his huge bulk from falling back as I feel a hot jet of seed explode up into my needy, thirsty cunt.
“Yes, Tristan!” I gasp, the pearly cum showering my inner walls feeling like they’re fulfilling a hunger I never knew I had, “ohhhh, god!”
“Sienna,” he says i
n a broken yet fierce voice mid-orgasm, his fingers tightening around my waist as he comes inside me, letting all of his virile seed out into my fertile young body as I ride him. I’m utterly his, and now, he’s proven it.
Finally, the orgasm subsides, and he slowly pulls me off him, letting me slump on the car beside him. But I’m not done quite yet. I want to make me as unforgettable as he is.
I reach over to his cock, that glistening spear still shining in the last light of the afternoon, and I bring my mouth over to it, hungry for the sweet substance on the crown.