Page 27 of Mutual Prey

I try to struggle out of his grip, but it’s useless.

“It’s not exactly fair,” I mumble. “I can’t possibly stand a chance if we play like this. You’re far too strong.”

“Glad you’re finally coming to terms with that.” His free hand hikes up my dress, then slips into my panties. I gasp as he plays with my clit. I’m aware I’m soaked, and now, he knows it too, and he’s probably inwardly gloating about it.

“So…” I hiss out a needy breath when he pushes a finger inside me, starting to fuck into me with slow, powerful thrusts. “So… it’s not fair. I’m at a… uhm… disadvantage.”

“Uh huh.”

It’s really hard to concentrate as his thrusts speed up, his finger curling to touch my G-spot. My razor-sharp focus melts. His effect on my body is therealdisadvantage in all of this,though I’d never admit it.

“I was thinking…” I gulp, trying to keep the shaking out of my legs, to no avail. But then he pauses just as I’m about to fall apart, and that’s even worse. I whine in frustration.

“Yes?” he prompts, his breath tickling my ear.

“We should… make a game of it.”

“Hmm. Like hide-and-seek? Is that what you want, baby? You want to play hide-and-seek with Daddy?”

Goddammit, why does that kind of talk turn me on? He goes back to working my pussy with his finger, and far too quickly, I come apart on his hand.

“Finn…” I gasp, forgetting everything as the orgasm rolls through me.

But he doesn’t stop. He merely picks up his pace, and I start twitching in overstimulation. “Okay, Finn. You win. I came. Stop that, now.”

All he does is fuck me harder with his finger. And he adds a second one, pushing me against the trunk of the tree Billie was sitting against before, half-carrying me as his body pins me to it, his fingers continue to work me.

“Finn! Fuck! Finn!”

I’m struggling against him, but he doesn’t let up. He doesn’t do anything but breathe hard in my ear, his fingers fucking into me so fast they leave me breathless. It’s like he’s turned into a robot… like his brain has powered off, and all he can think about is getting me off.

And he does. Again, and again, and again.

One painful orgasm after another courses through me, and I give in to them at last, because what choice do I have? I sag against him, my legs shaking, his hand pulling whimpers and moans from my throat.

It’s just relentless. I wonder if it’s possible to die like this… from too many orgasms.

By the time he lets up, my pussy is literally numb. I’ve never been so… well, orgasmed-out.

“Damn it, Finn,” I gasp.

His palm has landed over my pussy again, as if that’s its natural resting place. He still leans against me, forcing me several feet up from the ground, and I feel both his ax and his cock digging into my ass. Meanwhile, his face presses against my neck, and I can feel his hot breath against my nape.

“What the hell was that?”

“Shh, baby,” he mumbles against me. “Shhh.”

His palm stays plastered against my folds, but the other hand—the one that had been pinning me to the tree—loosens its hold just enough to push between me and the bark, and toy with my nipples. I moan as I feel him start to grind his stiffness into my ass.

My pussy is still numb, but I just can’t help it. I really want his cock.

“Are you going to fuck me or what?” I grumble, after it feels like he’s been pressing against my body for ages. The ax is starting to get a little uncomfortable, and so is the rough bark. And his cock against me… well, it makes my clit pulse. Or whatever raw nerve endings remain under the numbness.

“Hmm. I’m thinking.”

“Yeah?” I snap. “Do share.”

“I just really want to kill you, baby.” He trails kisses up and down my neck, causing me to shiver. “But I also really want to fuck you.”