Page 73 of Covert Desires

I gasp, digging my fingers deeper into the dirt as they rip my pants down without bothering to undo the belt.

The cold air stings my exposed skin, but it’s nothing compared to the discomfort of the gloved finger that suddenly pushes inside my ass, violating me without warning.

Oh god, it’s so cold!

I cry out in surprise as the sudden pain mixes with the humiliation that burns through me.

“You’re going to like this, whether you want to or not,” the Hunter tells me, forcing a second finger inside, stretching me painfully.

When a third fills me to the brim, I can’t help but buck my hips into their hand. I don’t want to; I don’t wantthis—but I do.

What’s wrong with you, Domenico?

“Look how needy you are. You like this,” the Hunter chuckles, reaching a gloved hand to my cock to run their fingers over my hardness. It feels foreign, plastic, so strange to have that latex hand on me.

I grunt despite myself, hating how aroused I am.

My cock is virtually leaking into my assailant’s hand.

When they suddenly pull their fingers out of my ass, I gasp loudly, feeling empty.

It’s over.

But it’s not over; it has just begun.

When I feel the cold, hard tip pressing against my entrance, I swear my heart stops for a second.

Oh, Dio mio!

“Have you had enough yet?” the Hunter asks.

I know it’s a check-in, a rehearsed one, but it sounds like a threat, keeping me in the scene while throwing me a lifeline should I need it.

“No, n-no, please…” I whine.

Despite everything, I don’t want to stop.

“Hmm…Now be a good boy and let me in,” the masked Hunter whispers as she shoves her cock into me—roughly, in one go, smashing into my ass like she’s trying to rip me apart.

The pain is immense, immediate, muddled with discomfort, as she fucks me into the dirt, gloved hand palming my leaking cock until I’m delirious, circuits overloaded.

Again and again, she thrusts into me until I’m crying, unable to stop myself, shaking in the dirt.

All thought dissipates like mist until nothing but sensation remains, nothing but pain and pleasure.

My mind is blank as I give into the moment, fully surrendering myself to the Hunter.

With a whining sound that sounds more animalistic than human, I spill my cum over the gloved hand as the Hunter fucks me into oblivion.

It’s the most intense orgasm of my life that rips through my body, adrenaline adding to the rush as the world blurs away.

When there’s not a single drop of liquid left in my body,

I go limp. I want to collapse into the cold dirt, to let it swallow me whole, but the masked Hunter holds me up, refusing to release me as they continue to milk my overstimulated cock.

Crying, I mutter words of nonsense, losing my mind as the discomfort burns through my mind.

Too much.

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