Page 56 of Roguefinder

I gasped through my raw throat. Rain drenched my face as I dug my heels in the mud and lifted my hips, chasing his fingers the way I’d chased his mouth. His cock was flushed red, thick veins bulging around the shaft. His eyes were brighter than the lightning, his pupils two pinpricks of black in the glowing gold.

He pushed three fingers inside me, and the burn flared hot again. At the same moment, he bent and sucked my cock into his mouth. My world narrowed to his slick tongue on my shaft and his thick fingers stretching my ring. He swirled and sucked, bobbing on my dick as he pushed deeper and found my gland.

My back came off the ground, and my shout shook the trees. My hole clamped, doing its own thing while coherent thought packed its bags and left. Jesse worked me from the inside, massaging my prostate while he slurped up and down my dick.

Pressure. Bliss. Goddamn bliss straight from the tap. Too fast. Too much. I squirmed, jaw hanging open and my body dangling by the thinnest rope.

“I can’t…” I gasped. “Oh god.” Desperation lashed me, and I clawed at the cold mud on either side of my hips. I couldn’t come without permission, but he was so, so good. Everything was bright and good, my orgasm a shiny comet barreling toward me, ready to nail me in the center of the chest. “Jesse, stop. I’m gonna⁠—”

He pulled off with a slick sound. “Come,” he ordered, and swallowed me back down.

My muscles clenched, and I came on a hoarse cry, my release tearing up my spine. I screamed, legs shaking and vision whiting out.

Jesse’s mouth worked around me. Then his fingers left my ass, and the world flipped. I landed on my stomach and gasped against the ground as he forced my legs wide and palmed my ass. He spread me, pushing my hips deeper into the mud. Rain hit my cleft. Stubble scraped my cheeks.

Then something hot flowed over my hole. Something so much wetter than the rain. My own release, warm and slick, drizzling from Jesse’s lips and pooling around my opening. It dripped down my crack and trickled over my balls.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

“Fuck,” I whined, pine needles sticking to my lips. Lightning flashed, and the forest flared bright green against the black sky. Jesse’s weight landed on my back, and his hot breath hit my nape as he wedged his erection between my semen-soaked cheeks.

“You have one chance.” He rocked his hips, and we both moaned as his shaft dragged over my hole. “Safeword now or I’m taking this ass until I’m done with it.” He rocked again, fucking his cock up and down my cleft. Slicking me from my balls to the top of my crack.

“Fuck me,” I said, rocking with him. My dick was trapped between the dirt and my stomach, every inch throbbing and miserable.

He dropped his forehead to the back of my neck. Sweat stung my eyes, and the damp, mineral scent of mud invaded my lungs. He worked his hips against me a few more times, his powerful thighs flexing against mine. “You want it bad, don’t you, puppy? Such a dirty boy, begging for this dick out here where anyone can see.”

“Yes, sir.” I tried to turn my head so I could kiss him, but he kept me pinned, using my body like I was a doll. He seemed to guess my intent—and my frustration—because he rocked harder, swiveling his hips and grinding his shaft over my hole.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he said, voice rasping with confidence. “Pinned down in the dark with my cock stretching you out. That’s what you wanted this whole time, isn’t it? You wanted to be put in the dirt and bounced on the end of my dick.”

Well, he had me pegged. Which surprised no one.

“Yes,” I said through clenched teeth. I tried to lift my hips and got nowhere. Dropping my forehead to the mud, I writhed under his weight, desperate for friction on my cock or hole or, fuck, just anywhere. “Now. Please. Jesse, sir, I need it so bad. I⁠—”

“You’re getting it,” he growled. Sharp teeth nipped my ear, then his tip prodded my opening and he pushed inside, his baseball bat of a dick stretching and stretching me, leaving me trembling on the edge of “fuck, yes” and “this is a horrible idea.”

My groan probably sent every animal in the forest running for cover. Jesse kept coming, entering me in one long, merciless push until his hot sack nestled against the back of mine. He was hot everywhere, his chest flush to my back and his thick arms bracketing my shoulders.

For a moment, he didn’t move, letting me adjust. Then his lips brushed the skin under my ear.

“Okay?” he murmured.

His shaft idled against my prostate, engine hot and rumbling. “Yeah. Come on.”

Sharp teeth nipped my neck. “That’s not how good boys speak to me.”

“Sir,” I said. “Yes, sir. Please fuck me.”

He licked the spot where he’d bitten me, then worked his hips against my ass, damn near fucking his balls inside me. Cum squished against my hole and drizzled down my nuts. “Better,” he grunted. “Again.”

Fuck. I wriggled harder, humping the ground. Pleasure zinged through me, but it wasn’t enough. “Please, sir,” I said, lips against the dirt.

“Again,” he ordered, grinding on my ass. He lifted away and punctuated the order with a sharp slap on one of my cheeks. Pain spiked, followed by a rush of heat that had my dick ready to drill the ground for oil. My parents had never spanked me. They were jerks, but they’d opted for modern shit like time-outs and quiet discussions about Being Less of an Asshole. So I had no idea why Jesse’s hand on my cheeks sent me into orbit. I wasn’t going to examine it too closely. Sometimes you just told the universe thank you and moved on.

Jesse’s hand came down harder, the smack jolting me. My ass clamped hard around his dick, and his moan vibrated my spine. His weight shifted on my back, and he used his knee to shove one of mine wider. “Cat got your tongue, puppy? I thought you wanted to be fucked. Ask me nicely or this hole goes hungry.”