Page 19 of Pounded in the Patch
I turn around. There is no hesitation. Because the truth is, I want him to fuck me. To bury his cock so fucking deep inside me I can’t think about anything other than the building pressure in my lower stomach.
His hands are on me immediately, pulling my hips out as he frees his dick from his pants. He grunts a few times as he strokes himself, and then lines himself up at my entrance.
A whimper climbs up my throat as he presses into me. I try to suppress it, but it’s no use.
My body wants him as badly as he wants me.
He slaps his hand over my ass, making me cry out and arch deeper as the sound echoes through the pumpkin patch.
“Oh god,” I breathe when he slides the head of his dick through my folds.
He slides into me gradually, giving me time to adjust to his size, and oh fuck, he's huge. Bigger than I’ve ever experienced, stretching me until I don’t think I can take any more. I brace my hands against the pumpkin in front of me, trying to stay upright as he fills me completely.
"Fuck," he groans, his voice strained. "You feel so fucking good."
He does too. He feels like everything I've been missing, like a piece of myself I didn't know was gone. The thought should scare me, but instead it makes me push back against him, taking him even deeper.
"That's it," he murmurs, his hands gripping my hips. "Let that greedy little pussy swallow my cock."
He starts to move in and out of me, and each thrust makes it impossible to cage the sounds escaping my lips—desperate whimpers and gasps that echo through the fog.
"Fuck," he hisses against my neck, his thrusts increasing in pace and brutality. "I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, and then you’ll crawl to me on your knees while you beg for my cock to fill you one more time."
His words make me clench around him, and he groans in response, his grip on my hips tightening. The carved faces of the jack-o'-lanterns are all watching us in my peripheral vision, witnesses to my complete surrender to this madness.
But all I feel is pleasure, building and building with each stroke until I can barely breathe.
Thinking becomes impossible when he reaches around and finds my clit with his fingers, rubbing it in tight circles with his thrusts. I’m spiraling toward another orgasm.
"Come on my cock," he commands, his voice rough with his own approaching climax. "Let me feel you fall apart around me."
I do. God help me, I do. I cry out, nearly screaming as I come, meeting each of his brutal thrusts half-way.
“Fuck,” I sob, my entire body trembling.
He pounds into me faster,harderas he follows me over the edge, his hips stuttering as he finds his own release, roaring into the night.
CHAPTER 6
THE FINAL HUNT
Luke
She's so fucking beautiful when she comes apart for me, her body still trembling against the massive pumpkins as I pull out of her and tuck myself back into my pants. The way she just gave into me completely, the way shebeggedfor my cock with every desperate thrust back against me—it's everything I dreamed it would be and more.
My night monster. My obsession.
Mine.
I watch her try to catch her breath, her legs shaking so badly she can barely stand upright. The fake blood from her vampire costume has smeared across her throat and chest, mixing with the sweat from our fucking, and her corset hangs open where I tore it apart to get at her tits. She looks thoroughly claimed, thoroughly ruined, and the sight fills me with a possessive satisfaction so deep it's almost violent.
This is what she was made for. This is what she's always needed.
Someone who'll take her exactly as hard as she craves.
But even as I savor the sight of her completely undone, I can feel the familiar hunger rising in my chest again. It's not enough. It's never going to be enough until she's completely mine, until she understands that this isn't just about one night of fantasy fulfillment.
This is about forever.
