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“Still want to play, trouble?” I rasp. “Game’s not over until my cock is in your pussy. You can still try and run.”
My other hand grabs her hip, grinding her back into my cock. Fuck, she’s soaked. I can feel her heat from here.
“You should’ve fought harder.” I bite, dragging my teeth across her jaw. “You should’ve screamed louder. Should’ve kicked me in the fucking balls. Because now?”
“Go to hell.” I laugh, wiping my mask. She’s shaking.
“Darlin’,” I whisper, dragging my tongue up the shell of her ear. “I’ll take you there.”
But before I can, her hand flies towards my cheek, and she slaps me. Hard. My head snaps sideways with the hit. And I grin like a fucking maniac. “Atta girl.”
“Tell me no,” I growl, lining up.
She stares at me with her mouth parted, heaving for air. “No.” Her voice trembles. But her eyes, fuck, her eyes dare me.
I thrust in one brutal, claiming stroke, pinning her to the tree like she was made to be fucked by me and only me. She screams so loud my ears ring.
“Still think you can run?” I pant, slamming into her, each word punctuated with a thrust. “Still think you're in control?”
“Harder,” she whispers. I lose it. One hand on her throat, the other gripping her thigh, I fuck her into the bark until she’s sobbing, begging, biting down on her own fist to stay silent.
“Scream for me, baby. I want to hear how much you love it.” Or how much she loves me like this.
She shatters around me. And I don’t stop. Not until I’m buried to the hilt, spilling inside her, growling her name like a fucking prayer.
“You call that a monster, beastie?” I kiss her hard. “I’m just getting started.”
“That was fun,” she tells me. “Yeah, baby. That was fucking perfect.”
The fact she’s so into this—something we can enjoy together. Fuck. She really is perfect for me. “Let’s go back and clean up, get you warm.”
“I can think of lots of ways you can warm me up, sir.” Damn. I’ll lose my mind soon, I’m certain of it.
“Whoever wins gets to come first,” she tells me, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Oh, yeah?” Maybe I’ll lose on purpose so I have her pussy on my face first. “Yeah,” she breathes out.
“Maybe I want to lose so you can fuck my face and come all down my throat.”
“This is about to be the slowest race in history then, darlin’. Because all I want is another taste,”
“Or perhaps, we change the rules. Whoever wins gets to go down on the loser,” I mutter against her skin. “Yeah. I like that one better. I’ve been dreaming about tying you up and making you watch just how pretty I look sucking your big cock.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Hallie,” I hiss. Her hands glide past my hips and around to my ass, and she squeezes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, beastie? Being a good boy and letting me do whatever the hell I want to you.”
“For some damn reason, yes. I want all of that. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, trouble. But don’t stop.”
“I won,” I pant against his mouth.
know, darlin’. Trust me, I know.” He presses his hips against me, his hard cock pushing against my aching pussy.
Running my hands through his thick hair, I deepen the kiss. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs. “Fuck my face,” I correct him.
“I’m going to fuck every hole of yours tonight. But this first round is all yours.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me. Boss me around, baby. I’m all yours.”
“All mine. Hmm.” I tap my lip. “Follow me, beastie.”
“The cuffs better be fluffy,” he whispers. “Maybe. But they aren’t pink.” I wink.
His dick stands to attention and I lick my lips, taking a step closer and wrapping my hand around his shaft. Using my thumb, I wipe away the pre-cum, locking my eyes with his as I bring it up to my mouth and lick it clean. “I want more,”
“Hallie.” “Hmm?”
His hand lands on my ass and I shake my head. “No touching, beastie. You be a good boy for me and just let me make you feel good.” He groans. “I-I don’t know if I can. Fuck. Hallie, I need you.”
“You lost. These are my rules. You break them, you leave.”
“I’ll be good. I’m being good. I promise.”
Fuck. I’m soaking for him.
“You think if I get on my knees and suck your dick, you’ll be able to stop yourself from grabbing my hair?” I ask, stepping back. “Honestly? No.”
“Absolutely no way. You’re gorgeous, baby. Like, I could come on the spot just looking at you.”
“Might be a bit tight,” I tell him. “I don’t fucking care if I bleed.”
“You look so hot, beastie. Want to feel how wet I am?” I grin. “Oh, wait. You can’t.” I spread my legs, sliding my finger along my pussy, retrieving some of my wetness. “I bet your cunt is soaking for me, Hallie.”
Climbing onto the bed, I straddle him and push my fingers into his mouth while my pussy rests on his pulsing dick. He sucks them clean and moans, jerking his hips up, making me squeal. “Conan,” I warn.
“I can’t help it, baby. I need you. This teasing is going to make m...
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“Where’s your phone?” I ask him. “In my pocket.”
“You’re so fucking hot, beastie,” I mutter, before running my tongue along his chest, swirling it around his tattoos. “Trust me, baby. You’re way fucking hotter.”
I pull up the camera on his phone and turn it for a selfie. When I’m happy with the angle, I slowly swirl my tongue over the tip. “You’re being such a good boy, Conan. I think you’ve earned yourself a reward. Don’t you?”
“Yes, baby. I’ve been so good for you.” With my mouth now fully on his cock, I keep my eyes locked on his as I take him as deep as I can go, randomly taking action shots as I do.
“You taking pictures for me, trouble?” he asks, almost breathlessly. I change to running my tongue along the shaft. “Mmhmm. Now you get to see how pretty I am with your dick in my mouth whenever you want.”
“You misbehave, and I delete them.”
“And trust me, you’re going to want to save this collection.”
