Page 109 of The Darkest Hour

Her body bucked against mine, pulsating and trembling beneath my touch. “T-thank you.”

“Aww.” I taunted her, pulling out slightly only to thrust in harder. “Does my little wildcat like that?”

“Yes. . .y-yes. . .” Her whole body was shaking now.

“Say it louder.”

“Yes!”

A growl rumbled through my chest. “And because you made me chase you, this won’t be gentle.”

With a quick thrust, I buried myself deeper, eliciting a ragged gasp from her.

I pulled out and slammed into her hard.

“Oh!” She gripped the soil beneath us so tightly that her knuckles were sinking into the dirt.

“That's it,” I growled in satisfaction, watching her body convulse under mine with every thrust. “Take your punishment.”

Just as she began to adjust to my punishing rhythm, I pulled completely out of her, leaving her panting and empty.

“N-no,” she whimpered, pushing back against me in a futile attempt to reclaim what she’d lost.

I delivered a sharp smack to her ass.

She gasped. “Ah!”

Suddenly, my cock was back inside her, slamming hard and deeper into that pussy.

And this time I gripped her hips hard, and hammered into her, until her legs shook and her moans rose in the night air and those knees began to sink several inches into the dirt too.

She yelped and bucked beneath me but I gripped her hips tight, preventing all but her most minimal movement.

And her body was a masterpiece beneath me, writhing and wriggling in the throes of ecstasy.

My other hand snaked around to press against her clit with firm intent.

She let out a low moan that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my already over stimulated nerves.

Goddamn it. She’s so perfect.

I pressed harder on her clit and quickened my pace inside her. My hips rammed into hers, eager to further dominate her.

“Oh. . .Havoc. . .” Her words came out as pained gasps, barely heard above the sounds of skin slapping against skin.

And it was all too much—the erotic dance of our bodies matched with the sultry melody of the night.

The moonlight illuminating her beautiful form writhing beneath me.

The way she arched back into me whenever I thrust harder, desperate for more.

Her soft moans of pleasure that filled the silent forest.

The primal satisfaction that surged through me was almost overwhelming.

And the realization that she was mine—completely and utterly—drove me to take her even harder.

“Oh! Oh!”

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