Page 230 of The Devil We Crave
Found you.
Yelena is just up ahead, trying to move as silently as she can vaguely in the direction of The Garrison.
She’s not going to make it that far.
Not tonight.
Instead of just running up behind her, I decide to make claiming her even more fun by jacking her adrenaline even higher before tackling her to the ground, ripping off her clothes, and stuffing my cock into her wet pussy.
I flank her, moving off at an angle then quickening my pace to overtake her.
I’m faster. I’m also lot quieter. So Yelena, good as she’s become at this game, doesn’t even spot me as I easily move ahead of her to wait behind a tree.
My pulse thuds.
My hand flexes around the handle of my razor-sharp knife as I stuff snow into my mouth to mask the white plume of my exhalations.
My dick is so hard that precum is leaking into my boxers.
I hear the soft, furtive crunch of her size six boots crunching quietly in the snow as she approaches the other side of the tree.
She steps past me, her wide eyes stabbing into the night ahead of her.
Wrong direction, baby.
I could clamp a hand over her mouth, but my cocklovesit when she screams. So I just let the sound of her fear and arousal smash into me when I grab her.
“Got you, little prey.”
Yelenaobviouslyknows it’s me. Still, the body’s response to being freaked the fuck out like this, especially at night in the woods, taps into that primal part of her lizard brain and makes the fear genuine.
It closes her throat beneath my hand.
It makes her body stiff and yet utterly pliant as I whirl us around and pin her hard against the tree trunk with me at her back, my erection digging into her ass.
It sets her nerve endings on fire, so that when I bite down on the shell of her ear and then rake my teeth down her throat, her body comes alive for me. Her nipples are pebbled and achingly hard from much more than the cold when I yank her coat open and slide my hand up under her sweater, holding the knife to her jugular as I bite her ear again.
“Wrong night for a stroll in the woods, baby.”
Yelena squeals when I pinch her nipples roughly, twisting on the sensitive buds as she writhes between me and the tree.
I normally enjoy dragging this out, and I’ve actually had a fantasy recently involving fucking her throat while the back ofher head is against a tree and her hands are pinned above her head.
But it’s fuckingcoldout here, and I’m so turned on by the impromptu nature of this chase that my dick isachingto plunge into her hot cunt.
“Please!” Yelena pleads. I just chuckle darkly into her ear, feeding our shared insanity as I drag the edge of my knife against her throat.
“Too late for that.”
I don’t even bother unbuttoning her jeans, just shove them down over her hips before tugging them to her knees.
“My my my,” I snarl darkly into her ear. “Not even any panties…”
She whimpers.
“Did you come out for your walkhopingto get grabbed and fucked like a bad girl?” I hiss as my hand slides between her thighs.
Fuck me, she’sdripping. Like literally coating my fingers as I barely touch her. Then I sink two fingers deep inside her molten pussy.
