Page 47 of Dare You to Run
Hendrix works to rid him of his shirt and struggles to pull it over his helmet, but I dare not tell him to remove it. He finally gets it off and tosses it carelessly. I hear the zipper of his jeans sliding down like a warning that he’s about to strike. He takes my hand and guides me to where his cock stands thick and already dripping. I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft and slide up and down the velvet steel.
Unlike how he removed my shirt and bra with tenderness, he rips my leggings and panties down my legs, trapping my ankles. He drops to his knees and I hear the click of his visor raising. Through the sound of the woods’ creatures, I hear him inhale my scent.
In the deep dark woods, I stand here ripped free from my clothing with a hungry man at my feet. I wait for him to take the first bite with nerves coursing through my veins.
His hand skates down my leg and he begins working my shoe off then my bottoms. He doesn’t let my bare foot touch the cool Earth, but rather holds it in his hand when he stands. I drapemy leg on his waist and he grabs the other, placing it on the other side. The bark that I thought was painful before now feels like searing hot pokers. It hurts, but not enough for me to stop Hendrix from what he’s about to do.
The engorged head of his bulging cock slides between my drenched pussy lips before plunging deep and hard.
“Oh god,” I cry out, digging my nails into his bare shoulders, adding a mark of my own to mingle with his tattoos.
He moves in and out of me, grunting and groaning with each thrust. His helmeted head presses against mine and I grab at it, trying to rip it off.
“I need to kiss you,” I plead with him, but he ignores me and continues to sink into my swollen pussy. “Please Hendrix.”
He pulls his head back and gives me a short nod. My fingers scramble to pull it off, but I don’t drop it. Instead, I grip it tight with one hand and hold onto him with the other. My mouth anchors itself to his and our tongues begin a sensual dance.
The smell of Hendrix’s cologne -musky and manly– mixes with the smell of pines and dry brush surrounding us. It’s an aphrodisiac that will stay with me always.
“Your pussy feels like heaven wrapped around me.” He murmurs against my lips and I swallow every word. “I think my little mouse liked being captured. You like the chase, don’t you. The thrill and the fear turns you on.”
I nod with a breathy “yes” as the adrenaline rushes through me. My feet taking me through the dark woods, the fear that I didn’t know which corner he was lurking behind had me craving that flutter in my belly that whisperedhe’s coming. I was definitely the girl in the horror film, but I wanted to be caught. I needed to be in the clutches of danger and feel how the darkness consumed me.
“Drop that fucking helmet and beg me. Beg me, Dagen. Beg for what you need.”
My eyes are sealed shut as I let myself feel the pain, the pleasure, and the thrill of terror. I can’t speak when bliss blooms inside of me, so I claw at his hand and show him. I place it around my throat and let him figure out the rest of himself.
“You want to touch the other side? Then open your eyes, little mouse. Stare at the evil that will take you there.”
He squeezes my throat and my eyelids fly up like a broken shade. I can’t see anything. Not even the man that is only inches away. He fucks me harder and harder, roaring into the ebony sky. I breathe, but the air I suck in is thin and barely reaches my lungs.
My hands scratch at his arms and back and anything I can muster the strength to touch. I blink, his face only coming into focus for only a moment before my head lols back when I feel the intoxication of my orgasm explode.
My mind is foggy as it tries to fight between the gluttony of wanting more and dragging me back into the luster of life.
My arms fall heavy and weak and I feel them crash against the harsh tree that I’m pinned to. Just when I think I may never experience the warmth of the sun, I heave for a scrap of air when he releases me.
“Welcome to my slice of hell, little mouse,” he chokes out before pouring himself inside of me.
His cum floods me like a barren river thirsting for water, and my damn greedy pussy drinks it all in. I feel pain sear my flesh and realize he’s clamped onto my shoulder and bitten through my skin. Just like he told me, he tastes my blood and I’m shaken by the whole thing.
Is this some satan-like sacrifice I’m making? Have I danced a little too closely with the devil?
When he draws back, I think he sees the panic in my eyes, because he says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I got carried away. It just felt so good.”
I shake from the lack of oxygen and lack of reassurance I feel, despite what he said. Still holding me tight, he pushes my sweat drenched hair from my face and kisses my lips. “It won’t happen again. I promise. Please don’t be afraid of me.”
I gulp, my throat dry and scratchy. “I thought…I thought you wanted me to be.”
“Not like that,” he confesses, shaking his head. “Not actually. It was just a game, little mouse and I took it too far.”
I languidly hoist my arms up over his shoulders and search his eyes for truth. It’s there, strong and sure. I know the weight of Hendrix’s cock buried deep inside of me more than I know his true emotions. But I recognize what truth and genuine remorse looks like, and it swims turbulently in his blue ocean.
“Okay. I believe you,” I admit softly and clamp onto his neck tightly.
“Why don’t we go back. I think we need to wash off.” I nod and he bends to scoop up all of our stuff.
“Put me down and I’ll get my things. I need to put my clothes on.” I wiggle in his arms but he only holds me tighter.
