Page 108 of The Darkest Hour

“No. . .please. . .” Her desperation was even more intoxicating than her wet pussy that was barely an inch from my fingertips.

And I loved this moment so much because I had her right where I wanted her, on all fours in the forest and begging for my cock.

Fuck yes.

Finally, I slipped my fingers deeper, caressing the slick heat between her thighs.

The moan that escaped her was pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body jerked against mine.

Her fingers dug deep into the soil beneath her hands, grounding herself in the storm of sensation.

Right there, I played with her pussy, among the trees, moonlight, and the little creatures surely witnessing her surrender.

So greedy, she moved those hips, soaking my fingers with her arousal.

“Oh, you want it bad.” I fucked her with two fingers. “Don’t you, wildcat?”

“Y-yes.” Her voice was a breathy whisper in the night, and it sent a jolt of pure desire shooting straight to my groin.

I smirked.

Her wet walls clenched tight around my fingers.

Her hips bucked wildly against my hand, but I held firm, refusing to give her what she so desperately sought.

“No. No. You’ve been a bad wildcat.” I pulled my fingers from her pussy.

“Havoc, stop it.”

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

“You said you were going to catch me and then fuck me—”

“But I never said I would let you cum.” I rubbed her clit and then circled that throbbing bud. “I’ll just get you close, stop, and get you close again.”

“No. . .” She moaned low in frustration and I could feel her struggling against my hold.

But she knew better than to fight anymore.

“Do you like when I play with your pussy?”

“Havoc,” she gasped through gritted teeth, her nails digging deeper into the dirt beneath us. Her body arched against me begging for release.

“You think you deserve an orgasm?”

“I-I…” She whimpered as I teased her clit with my thumb and plunged two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. “P-please. . .”

“That’s right,” My heart pounded against my ribcage. “Beg for it, wildcat. Fucking beg for this cock.”

“Please, Havoc. . .please.”

“You're mine now, Onyx.” With my other hand, I dove into my pants and pulled out my hard cock. “Every part of you now belongs to me. Your mind. Your body. Your soul.”

“And most of all,” I continued, my voice dropping to a husky rumble as I aligned my engorged cock with her slick entrance. “Your sweet, tight pussy is all mine too.”

Her breath hitched, and then a feverish whine rose from her throat as I pierced her wetness slowly, stretching her to accommodate all of me.

“There you go, wildcat,” I groaned. “Now say, thank you.”

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