I swallowed, then licked my lips. He was here. He’d found me. Hunted me. There was nothing else I could do, wanted to do.
“Yes.”
He dropped to his knees before me, tugged the boots from my feet, the pants from my body so I was bare from the waist down. He was as swift in this as he was in chasing me. In an instant, my legs were over his shoulders and his mouth was on me. There.
His body pressed me into the tree. I was elevated, off the ground with no purchase, nothing to grip but his head, my fingers tangling in his hair. He licked into me, parting me. Finding my clit, circling it.
A primitive sound rumbled from his chest as he pushed me into orgasm. I knew I dripped onto his face,
I was so eager, the climax so intense.
“Why?” I asked when I could catch my breath. He didn’t move his head as he kissed the inside of my thigh, but only lifted his eyes to meet mine.
“Why am I kneeling before you when it is you who will submit?”
I nodded, my back bumping against the rough bark.
“Your body, your pleasure, is mine. You are mine. While I might be the one on my knees, you’re giving me everything.”
I couldn’t see the thick outline of his cock, but I knew it was hard. Eager to fuck.
“What about you?”
In a flash, I was laid upon the soft ground, my legs still thrown over his shoulders.
He shifted to open his pants, pull out his cock, to align himself to my entrance and thrust deep.
“Yes!” I cried at the fullness. The feel of him in me. Stretching me. Claiming me.
“There’s the word again. Your consent. Your submission.”
He pulled out and I whimpered, but I was upon my hands and knees with him mounting me from one blink to the next. He took me then. Deep. Hard.
His strong body curved over my back, his mouth at my neck, nipping at my racing pulse, biting at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Mine.”
I gripped the damp ground for purchase, but there was none. He moved us across the forest floor, the sounds of our skin slapping together, the wet slide of his cock in and out of my pussy all that could be heard. We’d scared the animals away.
We were the animals. Wild and frantic. He rutted into me and I cried out, ready to come again.
“Such a greedy pussy. So wet. Perfect for me. You’re perfect for me. Mine.”
“Yes.”
“Give it to me.”
I knew what he was talking about. Not just my orgasm, but my body. My soul.
My inner walls clenched him like a fist, pulling him in, wanting him, needing every thick inch of him.
I screamed as I came, the sound echoing across the forest, over the land where he’d hunted me.
He thrust deep. Tensed. Groaned. Came. I felt the heat of his seed as it filled me, as it made me his.
And he was mine, for while he was the dominant one, I had given him the ultimate pleasure. He would not be complete without me.
And I… I submitted to it all. Willingly. Happily. Completely.
My eyes flew open and I gasped.