Page 50 of Lost to the Woods

Like it wasme.

I adjusted in my chair, pulled down the waistband of my sweats, and wrapped my hand around my hard length with a low hiss.

God, she was spectacular.

Her flushed skin. Her tits swaying in sync with her hips. The tension in her thighs. I only saw glimpses as she rubbed against the synthetic fur, but her panties were now drenched with her sweet juices.

I could almost smell her if I let myself imagine hard enough.

She was panting, biting at her lip so hard it looked like it might bleed. Her hips moved even faster. Her whole petite body shivered with every slow, grinding thrust.

And then she said my fucking name. Soft. Desperate. Like she was praying to it.

“Ghost…”

My eyes nearly rolled back, but I couldn’t miss even a split second of the action on the screen. Precum was dripping down my shaft along the engorged veins, and I used it as a lube, stroking myself painfully slow. I didn’t want to finish too fast, but I also couldn’t ignore the throbbing need any longer.

Bunny shifted on the bed, climbing higher, hands pressing into the sheets for leverage. My breath caught as she straddled the plush muzzle, her thighs bracketing its oversized head, like she wanted to smother it with her cunt.

Her fingers hooked under the crotch panel of her panties and slid them aside. Not off. Just to the side. As if taking them off would make it real, make it wrong. Her bare wet pussyglistened in the low light as she ground down onto the bear’s snout like it could breathe her in. Like it could taste her. Like it was hungry for her.

I couldn’t fucking move.

I imagined being under her like that. Not the bear.Me. My mouth buried in her, my pierced tongue lapping at her, my hands gripping her hips tight enough to bruise.

I’d keep her there. Hold her still. Make her stay seated until she’d beg for mercy. But I wouldn’t stop, greedily eating her out till my last breath.

My hand was tight around my cock, movements fast and rough, The screen showed everything—her slick inner thighs rubbing against the fur, the way her hips rocked in rhythm, little whines catching in her throat like she couldn’t control them.

Her fingers found her clit again, rubbing quick little circles as she gasped, back arching. She rode harder now, faster, her moans coming louder, slipping through her teeth like curses. The glow from her pink lights shimmered off the sweat on her chest, her breasts bouncing with each grind.

“Oh, Daddy…” Her breath caught in that tiny, choked sound I’d die to hear in person. “I’m coming…”

And I lost it.

Cum spilled hot over my hand as I stared, helpless to do anything but watch her fall apart—panting, twitching, eyes fluttering shut as she bucked once, twice more against the bear’s head before collapsing into a shaking, flushed heap.

Her hands curled around the plush ears, clinging to them like a lifeline. Her thighs trembled as aftershocks rocked through her. Her breathing slowed. And the way she looked afterward—used up, dazed, content—made something feral snap in my chest.

Goddamnit, I wanted her like that on me.

“Hey, bro.”

I nearly jump when I hear Dev’s voice behind me, snapping me out of my daydreaming.

Nate walks down the stairs just behind him, avoiding looking at me.

I smile behind my mask, knowing exactly what’s eating at him.

He saw me fingering Bunny on the porch yesterday.

And I bet that loser was up all night, beating his pathetic meat while she moaned my name until she couldn’t breathe, as I made her come over and over again.

Dev isn’t any better. He’s been smitten with her for her long before I even knew she existed.

It’s not a coincidence they’re both here right now.

None of this is a coincidence.

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