And oh my God, is there any other way to do it?
Is there any other way to get fucked but stuck to a tree like I am, with your back arched and your dress all twisted up, and your guy — this hot and big and sexy guy who’s been obsessed with you for six years — giving it to you from behind?
No, I don’t think there is.
I also don’t think he was telling the truth just now.
When he said that I denied him the pleasure of fucking me raw.
Because I not only denied him, I also denied myself the pleasure and I’m so glad that I don’t have to anymore. I’m also glad that he has me trapped between him and the tree, one hand holding my hip for purchase and other squeezing my breast. I’m glad that he’s breathing right next to my mouth, grunting and moaning right alongside with me so I can revel in his ecstasy.
So I can revel in his euphoria at pumping into me bare.
And God, he definitely looks euphoric.
His eyes are closed, his mouth’s parted, his chest is shuddering at my back, and I can’t help but want to touch him. I can’t help but want to feel his happiness with my fingers.
So I do.
I somehow manage to stop scratching the bark and go to his face.
I manage to grip it with my fingers.
At which point, he wakes up.
He opens his dark, dark,so very darkand dilated eyes, and looks at me. And the moment he does, I come.
It’s so strange.
That I come just from eye contact.
Just by witnessing the depths of his obsession, his possession, but I do.
I come on his cock and if I was more experienced or if I was with someone else, I’d be embarrassed that I came by his tenth stroke probably. Tenth very deep and hard stroke but as it is, I’m not.
As it is, I’m writhing and arching under him.
My pussy is fluttering and contracting over his length.
And Jesus, he groans again.
He also speeds up his thrusting. So much so that now every time he bottoms out, his hips smack into my ass. His jean-covered thighs hit my bare ones. And his fingers tighten up and squeeze me.
My own fingers are still on his face, his hard jaw, his jutted-out cheekbones.
And so when he comes, I feel it everywhere.
I feel it in my fingers when his jaw goes slack, at my back when his chest vibrates with his deep groan.
And in my pussyandmy womb.
Where he comes.
He comes right where he told me he would. Right where he wanted to.
Deep and high in my womb.
I feel him throbbing there. And for a second I think that if I put a hand on my belly, I might feel him there too. His thick cock making an impression, pulsing just under my skin, filling me and filling me.