Page 45 of On Her Terms
Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breaths. “Yes,” she murmurs without any sort of hesitation. The low rumble of her voice vibrates through me and wraps around my dick. For a fast second I feel a measure of guilt. I’d never do anything to hurt her, but I haven’t been totally honest. My omission of the truth would shatter her trust in seconds flat.
“Hands behind your back,” I say, and when she angles her head to see me, I show her the tie. Her eyes go wide, brim with the hottest flames I’ve ever seen. This take-charge girl who does things on her terms is excited about me taking care of her body, having my way with her. I’m floored by it, really, and take the responsibility seriously. For a girl who had to do almost everything on her own, it can’t be easy to just relinquish all control.
She puts her hands behind her back, and my dick thickens even more at her eagerness. “A pretty girl like you, out in these woods alone, I can’t help but think you’re looking for trouble.”
“Are you trouble?” she rasps, her voice breathless as I secure her hands, binding them loosely so she can get free if she wants to, but from the way her body is quivering, I’m guessing she doesn’t.
“Yeah, I’m trouble,” I say, putting my mouth close to her ear to breathe in her sweet scent. It tears through me, fires every nerve in my body. “And I’m going to do all kinds of dirty things to you.” Once I have her tied, I turn her to face me and step back, my gaze raking over her body once again. Her nipples are rock-hard, and my mouth waters for a taste. “You’re cooled off then?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, regarding me with suspicion, all an act, because this is what she wants.
“What if I told you I was going to make you so hot, you’re going to start panting, begging me to fuck you?”
“How...how do you plan to do that?” she asks.
Instead of answering, I say, “What if I don’t answer your pleas? What if I leave you aching for my cock, punishment for not listening?”
She gulps, her body quaking with excitement. “You wouldn’t?”
“Open your legs.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to, and you’re going to do everything I say.” I nod toward her tied arms. “It’s not like you can run.”
Her chest rises and falls as she widens her legs, and I grin at her compliance.
I step up to her, put my hand between her legs and insert one finger. Our moans merge as her hips jerk forward to force me in deeper. Her tight walls close around me, and my dick throbs against my zipper.
“Hot,” I say. “But not hot enough. Not yet, anyway.”
“Luca...” she says, and goddammit I love the sound of my name on her tongue.
I pull my finger out and she groans. Reaching over my head I pull my shirt off and drop
it onto the ground before her. “On your knees,” I command. She goes down, and I tear into my shorts, releasing my dick. “Open your mouth.” Her eyes heat even more at my bossy commands as she widens her lips for me. I run my cock over her bottom lip and she whimpers. My God, seeing her on her knees like this, eager to take my cock in her mouth, is a total mind fuck. I feed her my cock, an inch at a time, and she widens her mouth even more. Gripping a fistful of her long, damp hair, I hold on as my cock slides into her throat. She chokes a little and I pull back, but she won’t have any of that. She leans into me, and I let loose a groan that frightens a bird in a nearby tree as I slide into her throat.
“Gesù,” I murmur as she fucks me with her ravenous mouth. She sucks me in, and I grow impossibly thicker. I give a low, deep groan and she inches back, my tip bobbing in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around my crown and licks the cum from my slit, and then she moans like she’s never tasted anything better. The sight of her worshipping my cock and enjoying every second of it stirs the want that I have for this woman. She continues to pleasure me, and I tug on her hair. “Brianna,” I murmur. If she doesn’t soon stop, I’m going to come down her throat and right now my dick wants—no, needs—to be inside her body.
I pull my dick from her mouth, bend down and help her to her feet. She wobbles a little and I hold her to me, and her glazed eyes flicker to my shirt as I retrieve it and toss it over my shoulder. After a quick glance around I find the perfect log to bend her over. I guide her to it, toss my top back on the ground and remove my shorts, laying them over the rough bark to protect her body from injury.
“On your knees, ass in the air,” I command, and she drops to the ground, understanding exactly how I plan to take her—like a goddamn animal in heat. She obliges and I take a minute to look at her. Wide-open and bare. Totally handing herself over to me. She’s so perfect, and no way could I leave her hanging, begging for my cock. No, this woman, well, I want to give her everything she never knew she wanted. Those dirty words were just to heighten her arousal.
I drop down behind her, run my hand along her back and then go lower to squeeze her beautiful ass. She wiggles and I nearly shoot my load off. I run my hand between her legs and brush my finger over her wet clit to prepare her for my girth. She moves against me, her sweet ass swaying as she takes what she needs. I slide a finger into her, and she bucks against me, so damn ready for me to slam home.
“More,” she cries out, and I grip my cock, stroke it a few times and position it at her hot entrance.
I give her my crown. “Is this what you want?” I ask as her fingers twist in the binds behind her back.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “I want all of you inside of me. Fuck me, please. Hard. Punish me for invading your spot.”
I grip her hips for leverage, curl my body into hers and then drive high inside her. Breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as her tight channel squeezes me, messes with my ability to take this slow, draw it out and savor the moment.
But the way she’s moving, the dirty words on her tongue, well, a man only has so much control. I pull out and slam back home, hard, punishing, blunt strokes so raw and needy, it’s all I can do to hang on. In seconds her hot release is coating my throbbing dick, and my balls tighten.
“That’s it, fuck me just like that,” she groans, as she unleashes the animal in me. When I said she might find herself up against the Big Bad Wolf, I wasn’t kidding. Everything about this setup has brought out the beast in me. Then again maybe it’s because I know our time is almost up, and I’ve yet to get my fill of her, yet to get deep enough into her body. Gesù, will I survive this?
She begins panting, crying, and I pound into her, giving her everything, every part of me until I’m lost in her, so lost I’m not sure I’ll ever find my way out.