Page 31 of Backstroke

“Nu uh,” he tsks as he slips out of me. I’m left panting and cursing at this son of a bitch.

“I’ll just finish myself,” I breathe out as I slip my dirty fingers to my core. Before I can make contact, I’m flipped roughly to my back. The wind gets knocked from my lungs, causing me to cough.

“You don’t get to come unless I’m the one that brings you to it,” he sneers above me. I can just make out his silhouette from the moon behind him. An aggravated groan falls from my lips as I try to get away. Remy slams my wrists above my head with one of his hands and brings his other around my throat.

“Does my little fox understand the game now?” I try to look away, but his grasp remains firm. My fight drains as stars dance behind my eyes from the lack of oxygen. Remy leans over me, his slick cock resting on my stomach.

“Now, I’ll ask you one more time,” he murmurs into my ear. “Who owns this pussy?” Self preservation kicks in and I give him the answer he wants.

“Y-you,” I wheeze. He chuckles, then releases my throat. I don’t have time to prepare before he slams back inside me. Theburn from the stretch is once again replaced, as he continues fucking me so hard that I’m right back on the brink again.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he groans. All I can do is take his punishing thrusts. The ground scratches against my back, but I can’t seem to care. With one hand on my wrists, his other comes between us, finding my clit.

“So responsive,” he praises, “Such a good little toy for me to play with.”

“Oh, God,” I cry.

“Not God, Fallon,” he murmurs against my lips. “Only saymyname when you come.“ I arch my back, my nipples rubbing against his hard chest with each thrust. I want him to stop, but Ineedhim to keep going.

“So close,” I moan, closing my eyes because the sensations are so overwhelming that I might die from pleasure.

Obsessively Incessant.

With maddening hunger.

He envelops me to the point of suffocation, but I need it. I need it more than the air.

“Beg me to come,” he demands, and my resistance snaps. I need it so bad.

“Please, Remy! Please let me-fuck! Please let me come!” My words come out in sharp pants, but I know he got it. It seems like a switch was flipped inside him, making his cock hammer into me without any regard. I can feel the pleasure growing, threatening to devour me whole. The impact of his hard thrusts reverberates through my body, driving me further into a frenzy of desire.

“I like hearing you beg. Mmm, my little slut,” he groans, circling my clit, then pinching down. That’s all it takes to throw me over the edge. My screams fill the air around us until Remy’s lips find mine. It’s desperate and unforgiving, but so addicting.Electricity surges through my body, across my skin and dives deep into my bones.

A pitiful whimper comes out of my mouth after he stills inside me. I can feel his cum filling me up and dripping down my ass. I should be repulsed or angry, but the only emotion I can muster is shock. I think I’m too overwhelmed with everything, and it’s all hitting me at once.

Remy pulls out, but the ache of him still remains. He wasn’t gentle. He was everything I didn’t want, but somehow more than what I ever dreamed. The thought scares the shit out of me, and for the first time tonight, I feel naked. Not just my body, but my heart.

He releases my hands as he rests on his knees. I’m thankful that I can’t see his expression, because I feel vulnerable enough as it is. I need to find my clothes and get the hell out of here. Get the hell away from Remy.

I scramble back, my eyes darting around for all my clothes. My shirt and bra are first in my sight, so I crawl over to them, not trusting my legs at the moment.

“Fallon.” His voice is a whisper, almost lost in the rustle of the leaves. I grab my shirt and pull it over my head, my fingers trembling. I can feel his eyes on me, but I can’t bring myself to look at him.

“Fallon.” This time his voice seems dangerous, and it makes me flinch. I find my shorts next, half-hidden under a bush. As I pull them on, I hear him shift, the sound of leaves crunching under his weight. I feel his hands wrap around my waist, pulling my back against his hard chest. He must have pulled on his clothes while I was busy finding mine. Remy leans over as his warm breath ghosts across my skin, then he twists me around to face him.

“Don’t run from this.” His grip tightens slightly, and I can feel the heat of his body seeping into mine. My heart races, a mix offear and something else I can’t quite name. I try to pull away, but his hold is firm.

He leans closer, and the chaos intensifies. Our breaths mingle-a symphony of longing. His touch ignites sparks along my skin, each point of contact a collision of atoms, a fusion of desire. I taste the chaos on his lips—a heady blend of fire and vulnerability.

“I can’t do this right now,” I whimper, pulling my mouth from his. My wavering voice betrays the cool indifference that I wish to portray. “I need to get back. I’m sure my roommates are look–,” but I don’t get to finish before he pulls my attention back to him.

“I don’t give a fuck about your roommates. Talk to me,” he orders. His eyes are dark, filled with a storm of emotions.

“Let me go, Remy. This was a mistake.” I try to look anywhere but his handsome face. His grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“This wasn’t a fucking mistake,” he growls in warning. The forest feels like it’s closing in, the air thick with unspoken emotions. I push away from him, because being this close has my mind heady with desire. I’ve got to put space between us, whether he likes it or not.

“I’m not done with you.” His threat lingers in the air between us. I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. The intensity in his eyes is almost too much to bear. I need to get away, to clear my head.

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