Page 40 of The Wild Man

The scowl stays in place, and at first I think he’s going to force me to do what he wants, but after a moment, he lies down.

I can’t believe I’m getting ready to do what I am. My body may have turned against me when it comes to Wild Man fucking me, but I’ve never initiated the act. It’s always been him.

He keeps his gaze on me as he settles down, his hands balled into fists at his sides. His cock is long and thick, lying flat against his stomach and leaking pre-cum.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I throw one of my legs over his hips.

If he’s so intent on fucking, I’ll be damned if we don’t do it in a position that’s least likely to aggravate his injury. I didn’t nurse him back to health only for him to relapse because he was horny.

He continues to watch me, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring, as I settle my pussy directly over the length of his cock. I don’t sink down on him immediately. Instead, I slowly rock my hips back and forth, soaking his cock with my wetness.

It feels incredible. My eyes fall closed and a low moan escapes my throat. Wild Man is so hard, I feel each ridge and vein in his shaft. I gyrate my hips, enjoying the illusion of having control of my speed and the harshness in which I press against him. I’m still overly sensitive from the orgasm a few minutes ago, so I know it won’t take me long to come again.

I dip my chin down and open my eyes, wanting to see Wild Man’s expression. He’s the one who’s always in control. Taking me roughly and without constraint. Like an animal in the midst of a frenzy. I’m not under the mistaken assumption that I’m actually in control now. Even injured, Wild Man could take over at any second. I don’t know why, but he’s allowing this.

I expect to see him looking at my face, but he’s not. His eyes are pinned where we’re pressed against each other. The muscle in his jaw is so tight, it’s a wonder he hasn’t chipped a tooth. It’s then that I notice the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he breathes harshly. It’s his eyes though that has shivers of delight racing down my spine and my pussy clenching in need. They’re pitch black and flare with the knowledge that he’s barely holding onto his control. Why he’s holding it back, I’m not sure, but I know he won’t for long.

Leaning back and jutting out my chest, I rest my hands behind me on his thighs. A low rumbling growl comes from the back of Wild Man’s throat, because I know his view just got better.

I’m depraved and should probably see a therapist for enjoying my captor’s reaction so much.

I rotate my hips in circles, finding just the right rhythm to slide my clit against his hard flesh. Goosebumps rise on my arms and the muscles in my stomach contract at the sensations coursing through me.

I’m on the edge and want to fall over.

“Mmm… Wild Man,” I moan deeply.

I don’t know if it’s my moan of pleasure or if Wild Man has just had enough, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, his firm hands are wrapped around my waist.

My head snaps down to look at him. His eyes are finally on mine. He looks enraged, but I know that’s not what he’s feeling. He probably doesn’t even quite understand exactly what he’s feeling. But I do. His wants and needs are overwhelming, almost more than he can handle.

“Inside… now.” His tone is harsh and animalistic. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at his heated demand.

Sitting up, I wrap my small hand around his wet shaft and guide the head to my opening. His eyes fall back down to watch as I slowly sink down on him. I’m still not used to his size, despite the many times he’s fucked me, so it takes me a few seconds to fully seat myself. I’m left deliriously full and strangely aching for more.

He hisses out a breath, his fingers digging into my waist, once I’m fully impaled on him. I lift up a couple of inches and glide back down. The tight scrape of his shaft against my inner walls has black spots dancing in my vision.

I keep my movements slow at first, taking advantage of Wild Man’s temporary capitulation. I know it won’t last long.

I slide up then black down, pressing my clit against the course hairs and the hardness of his pubic bone. Each time I do, the stimulation has my breath catching.

My control only lasts for a few strokes before Wild Man jack knifes to a sitting position and he takes over. His hands grip me so hard that I’ll find bruises later. His growl has me shuddering. He lifts me up until just the tip of his cock is left inside. I don’t have time to prepare before he pulls me back down roughly.

I cry out at the intrusion, but it’s a cry of pleasure more than one of pain.

“Fuck me, Wild Man,” I demand, latching my fingers around his shoulders.

He lifts me again, only to bring me back down even harder. My nipples scrape against his chest, adding to the sensations already racking my body.

“God, yes!”

I should be worried about him using his injured arm, but it’s the furthest thing from my mind. All I can think about is how fucking good this feels.

Wild Man drops his head and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. His teeth bite down, and I let out a screech. His manipulation of my body doesn’t let up. He just continues to use and abuse it over and over again. He drives me up and down his cock, letting out grunts and groans as he grows closer to his release. My own release is balancing on the edge. One small push will tip me over.

It comes when he grinds me down, smashing my clit against his pubic bone.

“Wild Man!” I yell, tossing my head back with my eyes closed.