Brute used his greasy hands from the animal we just ate to lube up his rod. Reaching around me, he clutched my breasts in his oily hands. I sighed in pleasure as he squeezed them. The savage used them for grip as he stabbed the head of his dick into my wrinkly pit.
“Wait,” I bellowed since I’d never done anal before. Not that Chris hadn’t begged.
Brute ignored me and growled before powerfully punching forward.
O.M.G.
Before I knew it, his huge dick was in. I tried to get away, but it was useless. Brute held me firm, determined to fuck my ass. My wiggling seemed to arouse him even more. Give him a challenge until he was all the way in my ass.
Then he moved.
Fuck.
But the more it hurt, the better it felt. And the more he moved, the more my pleasure grew. My pussy wept, wanting some action. As if he realized, Brute ran his hand down to work my clit. As much as I fought it, I enjoyed it. I came way before he did.
Groaning, Brute came quicker than usual.
Afterwards, I rested my head on his massive chest, which felt like a giant, slippery rock. He wrapped me in his steel arms. He held me like he owned me, like he was proud of what he’d done. I tried to tell myself it was love, or something close. But a thought slithered in, uninvited. What if next time I said no… and he didn’t stop? What if I wasn’t so horny and conflicted? What if I wasn’t enjoying it?
“You know, that was my first time. I was a butt virgin.”
Anal was my only sexual act gone undone. The only one I’d saved for my future husband. At least that was the excuse I’d given Chris.
I always rambled on after Brute fucked me, to keep my mind off the fact I was lost. I went on about how I thought I’d be marrying Chris someday until even the savage seemed annoyed.
He shifted about until I was no longer lying on him.
I shut up about Chris.
After about a minute, Brute carted me over to cuddle against him again. Listening to his heartbeat in the silent, pitch-black cave, I didn’t think anyone could’ve scored a more agreeable, sexier savage than I had in Brute.
8
That night, I dreamed of Chris. Only he wasn’t Chris. His face shifted as he hovered over me, one moment Brute’s wild, tanned features, the next Chris’s smug city-boy smirk. I begged him to stop, but he whispered, ‘You let me in.’ I woke drenched in sweat, my thighs clenched and aching with need and guilt. I didn’t know which man I’d been calling out for in my sleep. I didn’t want to know.
In the morning, after Brute left, I realized I didn’t miss my cup of joe. Then I got bored. The last couple of weeks, I’d slept off jet lag, my hangover, my lack of coffee, and an exhausting new sex routine. Today I felt wide awake. I needed to think of a way to leave Brute and return to my real life.
With the way our fight had gone and me missing for nearly two weeks, Chris had to be distraught by now. Right? Indeed, my mother would be beside herself. Poor Margo, she’d blame herself for my disappearance.
Assessing my ankle and finding it much improved, I planned my departure for the following morning.
When night fell, Brute burst into the cave with his usual offerings but blood bathed his naked form. Scratches covered his body.
I rushed to him. “What happened? Are you okay?”
Of course, he didn’t answer. Coming at me, he was high on adrenaline from his hunt and wanted to fuck me right away. As he approached, my pussy dripped in anticipation.
In weeks, I’d become addicted to his enormous cock and company. He pressed down on my shoulder. I got to my knees quickly, the rough ground barely bothering me anymore. Brute stood before me, injured but pointing his stiff dick toward my mouth. I parted my lips as he gripped the back of my head. Without finesse, he rammed it inside my mouth, skidding it to the back of my throat. Brute’s dick went deeper, gagging me for a moment. He yanked it back, relieving me.
I ran my hands up to clutch his hard ass. With a full mouth, I sucked and licked, wanting to please him as he petted my hair. Hot cum shot into my mouth, and I drank it like a bitch.
He zipped me around to his knees and entered my soaking pussy from behind like an animal. Heaving my hair back and biting at my shoulder, he milled into me as I drove my body back to meet him. He roared like a caveman as he filled me with more of his seed.
I started bleeding the following day and thanked God for my IUD.
Brute didn’t care. He rolled over on top of me when he first woke and fucked me missionary style. Already covered in blood, his lips curved into a satisfied smile when he heaved out and saw his bloody cock. When he led me out to relieve myself, he noticed I could walk. That my ankle was much better. I thought about my plans to leave him and felt ashamed for a moment. Still, I kept them in the back of my mind.
Brute took us on a longer trip down to a larger spring where we could bathe, one big enough to completely submerge ourselves in. It felt like heaven on earth. With an eager grin, he dove in beside me and popped up like a rocket. Caressing his slick muscles, I helped him clean his bloody body. Then he washed me, rubbing his colossal hands all over me, over my breasts, and down the curve of my hips, rousing me again.
