On the Mountain

by Riley Hart

“I’ll find you,” he said. “You can’t hide from me, little lamb. I can smell you…smell how much you want me…the muskiness of your desire, the scent of sugar that always clings to your skin. I’m going to find you, and I’m going to fuck you.”

My knees nearly gave out. That was maybe the hottest thing I’d ever heard. I bolted out from my hiding spot, but Crow was there. I tried to escape him but tripped and fell, his body landing on top of mine.

“I want to fuck you out here, just like this, like I’m an animal and you’re my prey.”

“Oh God.” I seriously almost busted a nut just hearing him say that. I arched toward him, rubbing our bodies together. The winter gear kept me from feeling him the way I needed. “Fuck me, Crow.”

“You are my sun too. My life was darkness until you gave me your light.”

“Look at me, little lamb. Look me in the eyes while you come on my cock and take what’s yours.”

“You can run, but I’ll always catch you, always claim you and remind you who you belong to.”

“Please, baby,”

Crow fucked me hard and deep, his groin smacking against my ass.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum, make you smell like me all day, going to mark you all up so everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Do you want that? Want me to fill you with my cum? Want to feel it running down your legs all day?”

“Please come inside me.”

“You only get my cum when I get yours.”

“I love you,” Crow said into the dark, stroking my hair. “You are…everything to me. My salvation, my reason for being.”

“I love you, Crow. You’re my reason too.”