Page 32 of The Wild Man

Instead of answering, I pull her to the log I was sitting on and force her down until her butt is on the ground. She was too far away where she was sitting. I want her closer to me.

The ground is covered in crushed leaves, so it won’t scrape her skin. She huffs out a breath, and her eyes say that if she had a weapon right now, she’d use it against me. Part of me wants her to try, to feel her fight me, just so I can overpower her and prove to her again that I’m the stronger one. That I’m the alpha.

Once she settles down, her body going soft, I sit on the log. I’m reaching for the stick over the fire with the meat on it when she starts pulling her legs up again. Like she intends to sit the way she was a moment ago. I grab her arms before she can wrap them around her legs and push them back down to her sides.

“No.”

She presses her lips together at my demand. I wait a moment before I let her arms go, but I still don’t like her position. I push her knees until her legs are straight in front of her. I have a clear view of her breasts, but I want to see more of her. Taking one of her feet, I move it away from the other so her legs are spread open.

She tries to close her legs. “What the hell are you doing?”

I slap the inside of her thigh and she freezes, a small sound leaving her throat. She looks at me with surprise, her eyes big circles and her lips open. I see her pink tongue pressed against the inside of her bottom teeth. I really want to slide my own tongue against hers. To press it inside her mouth. To suck it and take a couple of small bites.

I don’t know if she stays still with her legs open because of shock or because she finally understands what I want and knows I won’t allow anything else. I release her leg and she still doesn’t move. Not even her eyes. They stare up at me with a look I don’t understand.

Without taking my eyes away from her, I remove the meat from the fire and set it to the side. My eyes slowly move from her face and go down. Her chest moves faster than normal and it makes the mounds jiggle. The tips are hard little points. Her stomach is flat and the small hole on the lower part—I think it’s called a belly button—looks deep.

My gaze tracks further down, to the part I’m most interested in. The hair that covers her female parts is thinner and shorter than the hair that surrounds my thing. It looks like it was cut and is starting to grow back. Just below that, my gaze focuses on soft, pink lips. They look dry from the outside, but between them, I see a drop of clear liquid forming. I want to lick that drop away. I know what she tastes like from the time I licked her from my fingers, but I want to eat her directly between the legs. To taste only her, not mixed with my seed.

My thing moves between my legs, growing in length and width, readying itself to take my female again, to plant my seed inside her womb.

“Touch,” I grunt.

She doesn’t move, so I lift my head to look at her. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth and there’s a line between her eyes.

“I don’t understand,” she says.

I look back between her legs and grunt again, “Touch.”

“Y-you want me to touch myself… down there?” Her question sounds like she doesn’t believe what she’s saying.

“Yes.”

I expect her to say no or start fighting me, even if it would be pointless. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t do anything at first. It’s like she’s frozen.

I grow impatient and I’m just about to force her hand between her legs, but then she moves. It’s slow at first, but her hand moves down her stomach, past the hair between her legs. She presses two fingers on either side of her lips. My thing gives another jerk. Her lips down there open more, and I see more liquid seeping from her. It slides down and disappears under her bottom to the ground.

I can’t look away as she takes two fingers and glides them between the lips to her hole. My eyes jerk up when a small sound comes from her. Her eyes look halfway closed and redness covers her cheeks. She’s breathing heavier now. Living in the wilderness, I know there are things that I don’t know, but I’d have to be dead to not understand the look on my female’s face. What she’s doing with her fingers feels good.

I move my eyes back down. Her legs are wider and she slips one of her fingers inside her hole. When she pulls it out, it’s covered in her clear liquid. She drags that same finger between the lips and stops when she reaches the little bump at the top, where she swirls it around. This must feel really good because the noises coming from her become louder.

Feeling my thing jump, I wrap my fingers around it. I’ve stroked myself plenty of times, but doing it in front of her feels different. Better, more sensitive.

Noticing where my hand is, her eyes move there and her tongue darts out to lick her lips.

Is she thinking the same thing as me? About my thing sliding inside her mouth. It wouldn’t be as tight as the hole between her legs, but I’d bet it would still feel good.

I slide my hand up and down. When a drop of liquid appears at the slit, I swipe it with my finger. I get to my knees in front of her, moving forward until my thighs are between hers. It would be so easy to fall forward and thrust inside her. She’s spread out in front of me, open and appearing like she may want it too.

But I stop myself.

I lift my finger that has the liquid on it to her lips. Her mouth is already open, so I slip it inside and touch her wet tongue. Surprising us both, her lips close around my finger and she starts sucking on it. I push more of my finger inside and touch the back of her throat. Her eyes widen a little, but she doesn’t pull away. I go further and the muscles in her throat tighten. She gags like she’s trying to not throw up.

I bet that would feel good against my thing. I want to jam it inside her mouth to find out how tight and warm it is.

Her hand has stopped moving, so I pull my finger from her mouth and move it back to my thing. When I pointedly look between her legs, her hand moves again. I settle back on my heels, slowly moving my hand up and down. The more I watch the female in front of me, the harder I get, and the harder it becomes to not fall on top of her and rut between her legs.

She pushes two of her fingers deep inside her. So far that the rest of her hand is the only thing stopping more from going in. When she pulls them free, the need to taste her is too much to ignore. So, I grab her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth. The taste of her is like eating my favorite meal. I swipe my tongue between her fingers, making sure to get it all.