Page 26 of Lost to the Woods

She followed my words, her fingers moving in smooth, deliberate motions. The wet sounds were enough to drive me fucking mad.

“Look at you,” I murmured. “So fucking pretty when you obey.”

She moaned louder, her breath turning ragged. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I shoved my sweats down in one rough motion, and my cock sprang free—hard, flushed, veins thick, the glint of silver from each barbell down my underside catching the light. At the tip, a hoop ring curved through the flesh.

She gasped loudly, freezing. “Oh my God! You’re so big. And pierced…” she sounded in awe. “It’s so hot…”

“Yeah? You like Daddy’s cock, little bunny?”

She giggled, half-nervous, half-excited.

“Look at how hard I am. That’s all you. You own this.”

Her legs squirmed on the bed, mouth gaping open, chest heaving.

“And guess what I’ve got?” I reached beside me, grabbing the folded scrap of fabric. Her panties—pink, lacy, still holding her faint scent. “They smell like you, too.” I brought them under the mask, inhaling the intoxicating aroma deeply like I needed it to live. My groan was deep and unfiltered. “So sweet and fucking addictive. I jerk off to them every night thinking about your pussy.”

“Show me,” she whispered, teasing her pussy again.

“You wanna watch me stroke myself with them?”

She nodded, blushing.

I started slow but steady, wrapping the lace around my shaft. Each stroke dragged the delicate material along the pulsing length of my cock. Then, with a quiet hiss, I drew the silken crotch panel over the swollen, sensitive head—precum already beading at the tip, soaking straight into the fabric, mixing with her heady scent.

Her eyes locked on my hand, working her clit faster, legs spread wider, her arousal dripping.

“Slide two fingers in,” I directed. “Nice and deep. I want you to fuck yourself like I’d fuck you.”

She gasped, pushing in, her face tilting up as her eyes fluttered shut. I watched her stretch her pussy, the way her mouth opened on a silent cry, the camera catching every trembling movement. My cock throbbed in my fist, more precum spilling over my knuckles.

“You feel that stretch?” I couldn’t stop talking. “That’s me. Filling you. Splitting you open. Imagine my cock—thick, heavy, every barbell dragging against your walls.”

She was panting now, squishy wet sounds echoed through the speaker.

“You hear that, baby?” I groaned. “Those wet little noises? Fuck, they’re driving me insane.”

Goddamnit, she was close.

I could see it—her eyes unfocused, her movements frantic now, desperate for release. My strokes matched her rhythm as I imagined thrusting deep inside the wet heat of her tight cunt, clenching around me, squeezing hard.

“Rub your clit again,” I growled through the clenched jaw. “Harder now. That’s it. I want you messy. Loud. Let the neighbors hear.”

She did as told. Her hips gyrating against her fingers.

“I—I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “Daddy, I’m—please—”

“Let me see your face. I wanna watch you fall apart for me.”

She lifted the camera with trembling hands and angled it to her flushed face, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth open, chest rising fast.

“Say my name,” I said, on the edge of my own peak.

“Ghost,” she cried out as her orgasm hit.

Her face was a picture of raw, perfect pleasure, fingers soaked and trembling, entire body quaking under the weight of it. She looked divine—ruined, glowing, wrecked for me. And that’s what finally broke me.

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