Chasing Him (Dark Love 4)

My hand clasps onto his hard bulge causing him to gasp unexpectedly and tighten my grip.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he grunts.

The animalistic side of him takes over, exactly what I am craving, and he pushes me against the large oak tree. I’m numb to the loose bark and its rough edges as my back is grinding against the trunk. Amongst the scattered trees, no one is in sight, and the thought of fucking him here, outdoors, is seriously loosening my inhibitions.

Struggling to remain quiet, I bite into his shoulder as my ear grazes his lips.

“I know you’re soaking wet, I can smell it,” he groans.

I clench at his words, and my bite is robust, not worrying that I may have hurt him. He doesn’t seem to notice. His hands have made their way into my panties, his fingers caressing my swollen clit, followed by a slight pinch. My body reacts instantly, jerking forward as I beg him to slide them inside me.

“You want me,” he begs me to say the words.

“Yes.”

“Say it louder,” he commands.

I raise my voice. The birds that are contently resting in their nests have flown away, echoing through the night.

He is merciless, rough, and demanding, sliding his fingers alongside my clit, gliding effortlessly as he drenches them in my wetness. I grip his hand with mine, and he stops midway. His eyes are wild and dominating, hypnotizing me with the fueled desire consuming him. I want his words. I want to know his thoughts at this very moment.

I guide his finger to the entrance, letting him explore.

“Adriana, I’ve thought about this every day. I’ve wanted you more than I have wanted anyone else.”

“You want me?”

“Yes.”

“Say it louder,” I command.

He arches his back as he screams in agony, thrusting his fingers into me. I yelp in delight, directing him to go harder. The sensation tightens as he slides another finger inside me.

I demand more, and I watch him crumble. I feel the power, the dominant side of me wanting him to beg to be inside me.

“I. Need. To. Fuck. You. Now.” He is greedy, demanding, but we both want the same thing, and he takes control of my body. No gentle moves, no warning needed. In this oblivious moment, he has managed to unbutton his jeans, thrusting himself inside me in one swift move, pushing deeper than I’ve ever experienced.

The moisture between my legs builds as he thrusts further. Our eyes are battling with one another, the greed and lust equally fighting for the same finish. Amidst the frenzied passion, that need to bring us closer nags me, yet I’m in new territory, not understanding how to fulfill this void.

“This. You. Us,” he moans. “Fucking perfect.”

The swell in my belly forms, and I stare into the sky trying to delay the impending orgasm on the verge of literally throttling me.

“I can’t get enough of you. I love being inside you.”

The target is hit, and the word love makes me complete. I don’t hold back. I warn him I’m ready.

“Together,” he begs me.

I fight every which way to hold back a few more seconds, and in my greatest achievement ever, I feel his grip tighten all around me, his body clenching followed by a low grumble, and I release.

I see stars, they are bright and blinding me.

I’m barely able to breathe, gulping for air.

Holy fucking fuck!

He stays inside me for a long time, only pulling out when we hear a rustle. Fuck, I forgot we were in public. Probably some dirty old peeping Tom has jerked off watching us.