Page 54 of Stags

She still hesitated.

“Be a good girl for once, Tawny,” he said in a low voice, “and do as I say.”

And she ran.

But not very far, because he caught her. He bent her forward at the waist and he wasinsideher again, thick and hard and glorious, and she cried out.

His voice at her ear, insistent. “Touch yourself, Tawny. Touch your clit while I fuck you, while I give you more of me.”

She put her fingers on herself, and she was slippery as all hell, and she knew it couldn’t be just because of her wetness, that some of it was because of him, and that sent her stratospheric, the thought of their co-mingled fluids—filthy but sexy.

She was sloppily wet, she thought, as his thick, thick cock slid in and out of her, as she was bent over and steadily fucked in the woods after she’d been caught and taken.

She moaned, fingering herself, climbing for another orgasm.

“You’ll take another load from me,” he was saying, “because that’s what you need to get bred, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice thin and reedy and high.

“Good girl,” he said. “Take my cock, take my come, that’s exactly right.”

She was too turned on to say anything coherent. Then she came, and it was like the wind kicking up the leaves on the forest floor, a torrent of wild and rough intensity as she peaked and clenched again and again.

“You coming?” he said, his voice gruff.

“Yes, sir,” she panted.

“Good, good,” he muttered. “That’s just right.”

And then he followed her over the edge, pumping her full of more of him. “Just fill you right up,” he breathed. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir,” she gasped. “Thank you for coming in me.”

“Twice,” he said.

“Twice,” she said.

For several moments, all she could hear was the sound of their labored breath.

Then, she could hear the sounds of birds calling to each other in the distance, and she realized neither of them were speaking.

She let out a little, wild giggle.

He laughed too. “You okay?” he murmured, running a hand over her back.

“Mmm hmm,” she said, a little too brightly. Wow, she was incredibly embarrassed.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll…” He slowly extricated himself from her.

She pressed her legs together.

“Yeah, don’t lose that,” he said.

“Fuck you,” she said. She looked up at him, and he looked at her and they were both fucking naked—no, he had his jeans on, but they were undone and she could see his softening cock and his bare chest and then… up to his face, and he was looking at her tits.

She felt heat rush to her face. “We, um, we don’t have to… talk.”

He scratched the side of his neck. “Oh, okay, so it’s like that?”

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