Page 114 of Savage Keepsakes

“Relax, soak my fingers with your come.”

As his gritty voice fills my ears, I feel the rough bark of the tree pressing against my back even harder while his digits continue to move. My core clenches with desire, craving more from him, but Isurrender to the bliss that surges through me and floods over his fingers.

He withdraws, and a sucking sound fills the air as he drinks my offering.

“Run, Lou,” he breathes and pulls away from me.

I sprint through the forest with determination, the smell of pine and earth filling my nostrils, until I finally reach the clearing where we shared our first picnic.

With no trees to block its light, the moon beams down on the area, creating an eerie ambiance and a sense of unease in the wide-open space.

When I lean down to catch my breath, I’m reminded of how this intense cardio workout both fills me with fear and pumps excitement through my veins.

As I glance up to figure out which way to run, Billy struts out of the forest. The moonlight casts an ethereal glow on the silver mask, concealing his features, and with a subtle movement, he tilts his head.

Filled with panic, I turn and sprint into the comforting embrace of the woods, aware of the futility of my escape. In my haste, I stumble over a fallen log.

Crawling on my hands and knees, I make my way toward the edge to hide under the brush. While I peer out into the open, I scan for any sign of him.

When I kneel back to stand up, a sudden, sharp pain shoots through my scalp as my hair is gripped from behind.

“I always find you, but this dance is my favourite,” he snarls.

His hard cock is against my lips, slapping me with it a couple of times before I open my mouth.

He slams into my throat, making me gag and sputter around it.

“Don’t bite me,” he growls, and my core clenches.

With a firm grip on my hair, he thrusts into my throat, causing me to struggle for breath. Ignoring the safe signal, I continue until my vision blurs with black dots and my chest feels as if it’s being seared by a white hot poker.

A thrilling shiver of pleasure courses through me as the wind lifts my skirt and the cool air glides across my pussy.

Billy pulls out and jerks his cock in front of me. At the edge of the forest, the moon shines down enough to outline his figure and allow me to watch the desire coursing through him.

He stalks toward me, gripping my hair as he pulls me along and I crawl beside him.

“Lean back. Spread your thighs and let me see how fucking wet you are.”

Doing exactly what he asks. I quiver under his gaze and lower my hand to my clit.

“Didn’t say play with yourself, fucking whore.”

I ache for him, and grip the forest floor as the coldness of the night drifts over me.

He spits against my pussy, and I shudder at the warmth.

“See how hard you make my fucking cock?”

“Yes,” I whisper. My voice hardly sounds like mine, it’s so muted.

“Show me how you played with my sweet cunt when I was away,” he utters.

Without hesitation, I rub my clit and watch him stroke his cock. I’m so close to the edge and I arch my back, but he stops me with his touch.

When I open my eyes, I see the mask on his head staring at me. His fingers slide through my folds, his tongue latching onto my clit.

Billy reaches behind himself and pulls out a bigger knife than usual, sliding the handle into my soaking cunt.

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