I dropped her legs from my shoulders, and my hand, seemingly of its own accord, reached out and grabbed her throat, pinning her to the cushion below. Her eyes widened in fear as she struggled to breathe the harder I squeezed. Our hips never stopped moving, never stopped slamming into each other over and over again. And her pussy never stopped juicing while milking my cock.
I lowered my head, needing to taste her lips on my tongue, but the baser side of me bit her instead. “If you ever do whatever it is that you did to turn me into him again, I’ll bury you out here under this tree.” The words were harsh growls of intent, and when she didn’t answer when she just looked up at me with those lying eyes brimming over with tears; I shook her neck and head hard against the cushion while slamming my cock deep into her until her eyes rolled back in her head.
The wind got closer now, I could feel little wisps of it against my back, and in my head, I could’ve sworn I heard grandpa’s voice yelling out for me to stop. I shook it off, knowing that it wasn’t possible, that none of it could be real, until I made out the garbled sentence he was trying to say that seemed to be coming from inside my head.
It didn’t make any sense, ‘baby’ what baby? But I’m sure that’s what he said, ‘be careful and don’t hurt the baby.’ His words didn’t turn me back from my course; in fact, they only worked to make me hungrier, needier.
I licked my way down her neck to her breasts until I came to her nipples and nibbled before sucking first one and then the other between my lips and teeth. Wildness beat in my chest even as I felt myself going in and out of consciousness and the wind and the rain seemed to be spurring on something inside me.
Tenderness warred with the need to possess, and when she clamped down around my cock and cried out my name, I emptied my seed inside her until I was spent. The aftershocks for both of us lasted as long as the act itself.
My arms were wrapped around her somehow without me knowing, and even as anger simmered inside me, I found myself placing soft, gentle kisses along her cheeks and temple. Her body still moved beneath me, little jerks and spasms while her pussy twitched out the last of her orgasm around my still slightly hard cock.
I pulled out once she was done using my cock and dropped down beside her with my hand flung over my eyes. What the hell just happened? She sat up and felt around in the sudden darkness brought on by the dark clouds that covered the little bit of light that made it through the natural canopy of the tree.
Something about her innocence as she avoided my eyes made something soft and unsure shift inside my chest, and I reached out and pulled her back down beside me. “I’m not done with you yet.” Even in the dark, I could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and that too made me feel a pang of regret. And before I could ask myself why I should feel that way, I covered her lips with mine, more gently this time as I folded her body into mine.
When I slipped into her this time, it was with care and longing. Her body released some of its tension once she realized I wasn’t going to go all caveman on her again. As I looked down into her eyes, I saw something there that I hadn’t seen since the first time.
It’s what I once mistakenly thought was love. But how can she look at me like that now after….? After what? I still don’t know what’s going on here. But I know that look and the way it once made me feel. I’m a fool, I know, but something, some strange element that I cannot name, was telling me that there was more here than met the eye. And that maybe, just maybe, I should give her a chance to explain.
“Give me your tongue.” She responded to the gentleness in my tone, and it was hard to miss the innocent way in which she eased her tongue past her lips as if not knowing what to do. “Like this!” I showed her how only then realizing how bruised her lips were.
Something doesn’t make sense. Nothing is adding up. Yeah, I need to know how the little innocent had been marked and fucked six ways from Sunday and still don’t know how to kiss.
ELLIE
My heart is beating so fast it’s a wonder he didn’t hear it over the howling wind. This change is so unexpected and yet so welcomed, but can I trust it? I can feel the difference in the way he touches me now, without anger. What happened? It’s like a switch flipped from one second to the next.