Chapter2
Demon
Grabbing hold of her hips, I pull her up so that she’s on all fours. Her body is still shaking from her orgasm and her knees are trembling as I push them further apart, spreading her wide open for me.
Fuck, she is a beautiful sight. Her tiny red cheerleader skirt pushed up over her waist and those sweet cotton panties all dirty from the mud. I pull them to one side exposing half of her juicy round ass to me. I want to fuck her ass and her pussy but there isn’t time now. The others are patiently waiting their turn and the rain is getting heavier. We don’t have much longer before we’ll need to get her out of the cold.
Reaching for my zipper, I open it and pull out my cock while she waits there for me. I rub my free hand over her ass. “Such a good girl waiting for my cock, Angel,” I say and she shivers, making me smile.
I am so fucking hard for her. I’ve been desperate to bury myself inside her since I saw her getting out of the car in this damn cheerleaders outfit. And the pigtails too? Fuck, my cock was weeping just looking at her.
I line myself up at her entrance. She pushes her ass back slightly and I slap it. Hard. The breathy little moan she lets out makes me close my eyes and suck in a breath. I’m going to last all of five seconds in her sweet little cunt if I don’t calm down.
Something about chasing her through the woods and then pinning her down and making her come when I caught her makes me feel like some kind of animal. I want to nail her into oblivion. I want to fuck her so hard, she won’t be able to get up and run away when I’m done. But that would spoil the other’s fun, and what can I say, I’m a team player.
I grab an ass cheek with one hand and her pigtails with the other and then I drive my cock into her. She moans loudly and her pussy squeezes me like a vise as I sink deep into her smooth, wet heat.
“You feel so fucking good,” I hiss as I pull out and drive back into her even harder.
“So do you,” she pants as she wiggles her beautiful ass against me. So, she thinks she can tease me, does she?
I pull her pigtails hard, tilting her head up so that I can lean over and press my face against her neck. She smells so fucking good. If I didn’t have this mask on, I would sink my teeth into her neck and suck her so hard she’d have a bruise as big as an apple.
Her tiny little whimpers vibrate through her body as I rail into her. Taking my own pleasure with no thought for hers this time. No doubt she’ll come anyway, because she loves my cock and the way she’s milking me with her greedy little squeezes tells me she’s on the edge already.
“Oh, fuck,” she hisses as she comes and my balls draw up into my stomach. I pick up my pace, sinking into her over and over as she coats me in her slick juices.
I grab her ass harder, letting go of her hair so that I can slide my other hand down to her pussy. I palm her mound in my hand. “Who does this belong to?”
“You,” she breathes and she tips me over the edge until I’m filling her with my release. I hold her against me, pumping every last drop into her so that when she runs off in a moments time, my cum will be dripping out of her.
I pull out of her even though I’d prefer to pin her on the ground and fuck her senseless as soon as my cock is hard enough again — which would be in about two minutes flat.
Sitting back on my heels, I drink in the sight of her. Freshly fucked. Her clothes and legs covered in mud. Her neat pigtails now falling out of their braids.
She pushes herself to her knees. Her breathing hard and fast. I sense her about to make her escape, but I’m not about to stop her. There is no escape from us. She knows that too, but all the fun is in the chase right? We know exactly where she is at all times. She’s carrying her cell in her purse and we track that. She also has a tracker in her arm and we can monitor that on an app on our cell phones too. Not to mention we have night vision lenses in our masks.
The hot little cheerleader belongs to us and there is no way we would ever let her go.
Chapter3
Jessie
The demon kneels behind me. I straighten my purse on my shoulder, careful not to make it too obvious because I don’t want him to take it from me. I hear him breathing heavily as he fastens his trousers and know that this is the best moment I have to make my escape.
I rock back onto my heels before jumping up and making a run for it.
“I’ll just catch you again,” he shouts after me.
“Then do it, asshole,” I shout back as I weave through the trees, smiling to myself at my own genius at escaping his clutches. My triumph doesn’t last long though as I run straight into a pair of giant arms attached to a solid chest.
Damn!
Suddenly, his face is illuminated and I am staring up at the face of a super creepy looking clown. I’m not scared of clowns at all, but I do wonder why anyone, especially kids, would find them funny. I mean they are so freaking weird looking.
“Gotcha,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I struggle in his grip and he laughs at my effort. He has biceps like boulders and I’m not going anywhere.
“What do you want?” I scowl at him.