Page 12 of The Wild Man
I cry out at the sudden sharp pain, my body tensing, trying to expel him. He’s too fucking big. Even if I were fully prepared and willing, there is no preparing for a man of his size. It feels like he’s in my stomach, rearranging my organs to accommodate him.
Knowing it’s useless, I try again to get away. I’m held back by my wrists and my hip.
Thankfully, Wild Man doesn’t move. He holds still, grinding his hips into my ass. My nails dig into my hands, no doubt leaving crescent marks in my palms, and I turn my head to the side. Out the corner of my eye, I see him with his head tipped down, looking at the place he’s violating me, his hair falling forward. His gaze appears crazed, more hungry than he was before.
He lets my waist go and moves his hand to the back of my neck. All too soon, he pulls his hips back slowly, only to thrust back in just as hard as the first time. The growl he lets out sounds animalistic. Another low cry leaves me and more tears stream down my face. The pain isn’t as bad, but it’s still there, stealing my breath and searing into my soul.
Resolve firms my spine. I can get through this. I can endure this savage brutality, and once it’s over, leave this place and forget my stupid fascination with Wild Man.
He picks up speed, his deep grunts and groans filling the small space around us. Each slap of his hips against my ass has me rocking forward, and with each one, he pulls me back by my wrists and neck, holding me in place.
The only thing I can do is lay there and take it. Let this man use my body for his sick pleasure.
And that’s what I do. With my head laying sideways, I stare across the small room, ignoring the way my body jerks and wincing every few thrusts when Wild Man hits a spot too deep. My stomach cramps at the invasion of my body and low sobs escape my lips. The slide of his too-large shaft scrapes against dry walls, sending shards of pain through me.
After what feels like hours later, but could only be minutes, he buries himself deep inside me, smashing our bodies together. “Mine,” he snarls and lets out a guttural growl. Warmth coats my insides.
I’m both grateful it seems to be over, but disgusted to have this man’s cum inside me.
He holds me still for several seconds before he lets me go. I fall to my stomach and then roll to my side, tucking my knees up to my chest. My eyes immediately go to him.
He’s still on his knees in the same place. His eyes are pointed down at his glistening cock before lifting to mine. Heat fills them and my stomach clenches painfully when I realize he may not be done with me.
Then another thought occurs. Was that the first time he’s had sex? It has to be, right?
I crab crawl backward, the rough bark of the tree meeting my back, when he gets to his feet. A couple of long steps and he’s standing over me, leering down. His half hard cock sways right in front of my face, but I ignore it. His expression is blank, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or bad.
He just stands there a moment before he turns on his heel and leaves the structure. I feel disgusted and my body hurts everywhere. Bile rises in my throat when I feel his cum leak out of me and slide down my thighs. I want a blistering hot shower and a scoring pad to scrub away every drop of him.
Wild Man returns. In his hand and trailing behind him is a rope about a quarter inch thick. My gaze snaps up, meeting his. Before I have a chance to even think about getting away from him, he’s down on his knees before me.
“Stop!” I screech, clawing at his hands when he reaches forward and winds the rope around my waist.
It’s like a fucking baby is attacking him with all my attempt it’s doing to him.
Once he has the rope secured around my waist, he ties it, using a knot I’ve never seen before. My breath stutters out and dread coats my insides when he takes the other end of the rope and ties it around his wrist.
Are you fucking kidding me? He’s attaching me to him? There goes my chance of escaping while he’s asleep. Unless I can untie the knot or figure out a way to cut the rope. I look at it and the knot looks complicated as hell. Hopefully he’s a heavy sleeper.
Once he’s satisfied, he sits back on his heels, looking pleased with himself.
Grabbing the length of the rope, I tug on it so hard it lifts his arm. “Release me,” I demand. “Now.”
I know he understands me—I can see it in his eyes—but he only does his stupid grunt thing.
Quick as lightning, he darts his arm out, and before I realize what’s happening, we’re both down on the blankets on our sides. I grit my teeth and bite back my own growl when I feel the whole front of his body plastered to the back of mine. His semi-hard dick included. He shifts his hips until the length of his shaft is wedged between my buttcheeks. I’d much rather take this spooning shit than have him fuck me again.
Reaching down, he pulls one of the thinner blankets over the top of us to our hips. The arm I’m lying on curls around my torso so his fingers wrap around my shoulder, effectively holding me in place. His other arm is around my waist with his hand going down my body. He cups his entire hand over my sore pussy possessively.
After he’s done with all of that, his face goes into my hair and he inhales deeply.
Seriously, what is up with him sniffing me?
His voice, when he speaks, is deep and dark and it sends creepy vibes sliding down my spine.
“Mine.”
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