Page 68 of Run For Me
He pulls out, allowing me to gasp for air, but then he’s shoving it back in again.
“How’s my cock taste, slut?”
I try to scream, but with his dick all the way in the back of my throat, nothing comes out. He’s so big my jaw hurts, and there’s a musky but tangy taste to him.
“So much for not getting it up, huh, Sailor?” he taunts back.
His hand tightens in my hair, shoving my throat into him as he thrusts down. There’s drool everywhere. My throat burns. My jaw aches. And I can hardly breathe, but he does what he wants with me, and I’m so turned on.
He shoves me off him, and my head bangs against the ground hard enough that it’ll bruise. He turns me over again, my face hitting the ground and I get a mouthful of dirt.
“I shouldn’t even give this cock to you after what you said. But you’re a little fucking slut, and the only thing sluts are good for is taking cock. So, I’ll do you a favor and let you have it.”
The sound of clothing against clothing echoes around us and I’m not sure what he’s doing, but I move to crawl away. My heart is pounding for a chase.
“Fucking bitch,” he mutters before coming after me and gripping my ankle again. This time, he presses his whole bodyon top of mine and brings his mouth to my ear. I can’t breathe with all his weight on me like this. “I was going to go easy on you. I was going to fuck you with my fingers and ease you into it, but since you keep trying to escape, I’m no longer giving you the courtesy.”
“I—c-can’t… breathe.”
“Too. Fucking. Bad.” His words are a growl as he shifts his lower body up, sliding his cold hand between us, and then his dick is nudging between my legs. I still can’t breathe, and I whimper, gasping for breath that only comes in short little pants because he’s too heavy to allow my lungs to expand. I’m going to pass out if he doesn’t get off me soon. Seconds maybe. I can’t tell. Everything is a blur. A wonderful, fucked up blur.
“You’ll thank me after I fuck you. After I give your slutty little cunt what it wants. After I do you the favor of taking your virginity, since no one else wants to. You will say, ‘Thank you, sir.’”
That stings, but I can’t help but smile.
“Fuck,” he growls, pushing off me and I suck in air. I could use the time to try to escape again, but all I can do is gulp in air to feed my lungs. I’m so focused on it that I don’t pay attention to what he’s doing until there is a searing, burning pain between my legs that has me screaming. I’ve never felt such intense pain before. I thought cramps were bad, but this… this is awful. Tears sting my eyes, nails digging into the dirt. My body is tense, and I try to move away, but he only holds me down harder.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he hisses, pulling out of me and slamming back in.
Somehow, it hurts even more this time.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I cry out, digging my fingers into the ground to slide away. He yanks me closer to him, fucking me harder and faster. His body slams against mine, hips digging into my sides. Skin slaps against skin.
This hurts more than I can explain, a feeling I’ve never felt before. My toes and fingers curl, my teeth grit down and my whole body shakes. I try to clench my legs together, but his knees are between them so I can’t do a thing to get him off me.
I’m helpless. Completely at his mercy.
Somehow each thrust both hurts more and feels better. Like the pain is changing from sharp to just a burning. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m bleeding.
“Dirty little slut loves getting fucked in the middle of the woods by a stranger.”
I’m crying, pulling my hands closer so I can rest my head on them as he uses my body to his liking. His grunts fill the air, and through the pain, I enjoy it. I’ll remember every second of this night for the rest of my life. I love the sounds he makes, love his words, the rough touches, and if this didn’t hurt so much, I’d somehow enjoy it even more.
Pain lets you know you’re alive, and if anyone should know that, it’s me. I’ve dealt with it my whole life, and instead of staying away from it, here I am letting it chase me down and giving right in.
How many times do we have to do this for it to no longer hurt? I’m ready to enjoy this more than I am now.
I’m sobbing, my chest aching and salty tears running down my face. My mouth tastes of dirt and sweat.
“Oh, baby, I’m so fucking close.” He sounds almost disappointed and for some reason, that’s really hot too. He mutters quiet things to me as he pounds into me. “You’re so perfect. So beautiful. So tight. This pussy is mine. Slutty little cunt loves my cock. Mine. Mine. Mine.”
He comes with a roar, his body pressed against mine and his dick throbbing so hard I feel it inside me, along with the heat of his cum that drips down the inside of my thighs.
He rolls me over, and when he pulls out even more gushes out of me, and then there’s something warm and wet between my legs. His tongue. I cry out, the soft sensation so different from what I just felt.
JT is licking me, sucking on my clit like it’s his favorite popsicle, and I’m orgasming before I even know what happens.
He crawls up my body, pressing his cheek to mine. “Had you behaved, I’d have made you come before I did.”
