Still, he watches me immobile and frozen.
Until he doesn’t.
Until he comes for my mouth and claims it in a kiss again. And then we’re devouring each other like we were only a few minutes ago. We’re writhing and pulling at each other’s hair and each other’s clothes. And then he puts me down, and spins me around. He pushes me toward the tree and I go, only because I’m all limp and loose.
Only because I’m his.
So I let him arrange me.
I let him put my arms around the tree, and set my cheek on it. I let him yank on my hips and widen my legs.
Finally, he flips up my dress and bares my ass to his reddish-brown eyes. What he sees makes him squeeze my cheeks and smack them.
Just like that.
Without any warning. Without any preamble.
If I wasn’t so out of it, I would’ve screamed at the shock. At the abrupt crack.
As it is, all I do is whimper and watch him, blinking, hugging my tree for support.
“Fuck me,” he mutters as if to himself, twisting my panties. “Pink with little hearts. I’m going to burn for this, aren’t I?”
“N-no.”
“I am. Because every time a guy like me,” he looks up, smacking my ass again, “fucks a girl like you, an angel cries in heaven.”
I would’ve said something to that if I could.
But the shock of his palm renders me speechless. Oh, and I feel him sliding my panties down my bare thighs. He makes me step out of them and picks them up.
Smelling them.
Like he did my braid.
Licking the crotch too before he pockets them and unzips his pants.
My eyes go down to where his fingers are working, waiting for the first sight of his cock. But he leans down over me, drapes his chest on my spine and kisses my cheek softly, hiding his dick from my sight again.
Probably to protect me.
“Becauseeverytime,” he yanks me back, “a Bandit raw dogs his Bubblegum’s pussy, the fucking God cries in heaven. So good for you, baby. Good for you that you kept it from me. That you denied me the pleasure of fucking you raw.”
I want to tell him no again.
That I wasn’t good. I was bad to keep it from him.
I also want to ask him what is raw dog.
But I can’t.
All I can do is gasp and moan. Because he chooses that very moment to enter me.
All bare and raw.
So I guess that’s what it means, raw dog.
Doing it without a condom.