Page 52 of Dare You to Run
Inhaling and exhaling I tell her, “I really want to feel that soft mouth of yours wrapped around my thick cock.” She bites her lips and her pulse jumps. “Oh you like that, don’t you little mouse? You can’t wait to feel the searing pain of my dick forcing its way down your throat. Fuck, I want to see those big green eyes staring up at me with tears pooling in them.”
I glide my finger across her lips and she sticks her tongue out as it passes. This woman is feisty and it makes me want to see just how far I can push her.
The first finger slides into her mouth and she sucks it in willingly. Then I feed her a second and a third, pushing them further back in her throat. I can feel the way it spasms with a gag, but Dagen is a good little mouse and she doesn’t pull away or tell me to stop.
“Get on your knees, Dagen.” She languidly drops to her knees and strains her neck to keep her gaze focused on mine.
I wait for her to unzip my pants and pull me out, but she’s frozen in her stance.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you what to do. Pull out my fucking cock and choke on it, Dagen. Swallow it down.”
With trembling hands, she undoes my pants and works her hand into my boxer briefs, running her hand up and down my shaft before pushing the pesky fabric away and suctioning her mouth to my throbbing head.
A growl echoes through the crisp air and she drives down deeper until I fill her mouth. A gush of air billows out of her nose and I feel it against my groin. She moves back and forth, sucking and slurping as she goes. I break, not able to take this slow ebband flow, and yank on her hair, pulling on the roots and locking her into place.
My hips thrust and I’m more forceful than I intend to be, but she feels so good. The sound of her gagging sends a chill up my spine and it sets my balls tingling and drawing up. I take no care yanking myself free from her mouth and hauling her to her feet. She heaves for air as she tries to catch her balance, placing her hands on my arms to steady herself.
“Turn around,” I bark while pushing my pants to my ankles and choking my dick to stop it from exploding all over my unsuspecting flowers.
She stumbles over her feet as she spins around, and I grip onto her hips quickly unbuttoning her jeans and working them over her ass. When I yank her back to me, she tips forward and braces her hands on the wall.
I lick my fingers, soaking them with the saliva that builds in my mouth, and rub them between her dripping pussy. She moans when I play between her lips, wiggling her hips and silently begging for more. I give her more by slapping my hand over her tender clit and she yelps.
“Don’t act like that didn’t get you wet, Dagen.” I plunge my fingers harshly inside of her.
They scissor and curl, pulling whine after mewl. I can feel the way her pussy convulses and spasms, and I need to feel it quake around my dick. I remove my fingers and replace them swiftly with my throbbing cock.
“Aaahh.” She cries out and lets her head sag between her outstretched arms.
I place my hand back over her mouth and shush her. “Quiet, little mouse. You don’t want the neighbors to know you’re getting fucked like an animal in the wild.”
She nods and her groans vibrate against my hand. I thrust harder and faster and her muffled cries continue to bounce offmy palm. Her body begins to tremble and my guess is that she’s close.
I let my hand fall away from her mouth and begin rubbing furiously over her nub. She goes rigid, pushing back and locking out her arms.
“Shhhhit,” she cries and actual tears fall, landing in my arm with a soft drop.
Working her through the orgasm I don’t ease up, slamming against her with fervor and fury until I’m pouring into her hot womb.
Together we make the sounds of savages, feasting on their conquest and relishing in their prize. My hand is gripped tightly around Dagen’s throat and I feel it constrict as she gasps for air. Emptying the last of myself deep inside of her, I remove my hand and tug her upright. I grip her jaw and turn her head towards me, then take her mouth in a ruthless kiss.
My dick softens and I pull out of her then tuck myself back into my jeans and help guide Dagen’s back up her legs and over her hips. I pick up the discarded items from the cold dirt and she finally turns to face me.
“Are you okay, little mouse?” I ask and she nods, completely out of breath and spent. “Did I scare you?” Another nod. “Did you like it?” This time a big and rapid nod.
I savor the sweet taste of my victory. No other man will ever be able to satisfy her craving for the demented that I’ve shown her, and in that sense she will always be mine.
TWENTY-ONE
“So arewe doing bonfire and beers at the beach tonight?” Malik comes walking into Hendrix’s house without any warning and I jump off the stool I sit perched on, screeching as I run to hide behind my tattooed wall of safety.
“Fucking christ, Mal. You really need to, oh I don’t know, ring the goddamn doorbell.” Hendrix shields my body, clad only in his white t-shirt and nothing else.
And when I say nothing else I meannothingelse. I’m positive my nipples peek through the thin fabric as does a hint of my bare ass.
“Why? I never have before. And if you didn’t want me to just walk straight in, you shouldn’t have given me your garage code.” He walks over to the island and pulls a banana from the bunch that sits in a bowl. “Hey Day. Can I call you Day? Kins said that I could.”
I peek my head out from behind Hendrix and tell him, “Hi. Uh, sure. Day is fine. It’s what most of my friends and family back home call me.”
