I’m too overwhelmed to argue. He grips my hips in his hands and slowly begins to fuck me. Each slow drag in and out makes me breathless. Then, before I’m even used to his presence invading my body, he moves faster and faster. I can’t believe I’m letting this happen, but it’s so fucking good, I don’t want him to stop. The rough slap of his skin against mine is fucking everything.
A moment later, though, he pauses. “I want to see what’s mine.” He slips out of me, and his voice is gruff when he growls out, “Get on the ground.”
I hesitate. I know I shouldn’t have. All the air in my lungs ejects as he brings me down there himself, putting me on hands and knees. Behind me, he yanks my shorts and panties down farther and somehow manages to get one leg free of them. He lets out a guttural noise as both hands smooth over my ass and he spreads my cheeks. My heart thuds hard and my mouth goes completely dry. Any hope of speaking is gone, as I’m convinced my brain has left my body. What am I doing? Oh god, what am I doing?
One of his hands skims along my spine to my upper back, pushing down roughly until I get the idea he wants me down on my forearms. Not only am I exposed, but I can’t see what he’s doing. Or get a read on what he’s thinking. He kneels back there, his face hovering inches from my ass, my pussy. A warped shudder runs through me, as I recognize that like so many times before, being at his mercy turns me on in a way not much else does.
I feel his breath first as it fans over my swollen, needy flesh, and then his mouth is on me. The rough stubble on his cheeks and chin scrapes over my skin, but his lips and tongue soothe. He approaches this like he’s devouring his favorite meal, the lower half of his face fully involved.
“Need more.” He urges my legs farther apart, but my ass tips to a better angle of its own volition. “That’s a good fucking girl.” It’s a good thing there’s no way he can see the beet-red color that’s just infused my face. I know it’s there because my face has never felt so hot in my entire life.
Fuck. Why does he do this to me? Why do I need him like this? I give a shake of my head as bliss washes through my body. His tongue swipes over every inch of my pussy, and his fingers toy with my clit. He rubs me in swift circles that have my arousal seeping down my inner thighs. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please.” I hate the way my voice sounds as I beg him for relief.
His cock slams into me with no warning, and my cheek hits the dirt. I gasp, my fingers clawing at the ground, looking for something to hold onto, but there’s nothing. Only leaves and twigs and the hard floor of the forest. As he picks up speed, all I can concentrate on are the groans and gruff sounds tearing from him and the deep, soul-satisfying moans that he’s pulling from me. It’s so good. Too good. I love it. God, I love it. And I hate him for it.
He smacks my ass, and I yelp. “That’s right. Take it. You’ll take whatever I give you. And then you’ll beg me for more.” His hand runs up my back, under my shirt and he flicks the clasp of my bra open. “Take it off.”
I swallow hard but tug my shirt over my head and let my bra fall down my arms. Holy fuck. How the hell did I go from a quiet walk home through the woods to being stripped naked and fucked within an inch of my life?
“This pussy is mine. Your whole body. Mine. You’ll do what I tell you to do.”
I might hate him right now for making me feel so good, but I hate myself, too, for letting him. And to my utter and complete shame, I know in my heart I will do whatever he wants because I can’t imagine not feeling this way ever again. My head goes hazy with all the emotions tumbling through me. Hate colliding with need. Lust crashing into fury. Nothing makes any fucking sense.
He curls around me, his rough hand sliding over my breasts and pinching at my nipples as his hips continue to piston, his cock filling me up with each deep, penetrating stroke. My breathing becomes labored, tension coiling in my lower belly. He’s going to pull every last bit of dignity from me and throw it into the bushes where I’ll have to scrape and crawl to find it again.
“Are you close?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my body slamming back to meet him. I claw at the ground in front of me.
“Good.” The heat of his body at my back leaves me, and a second later, his cock is no longer inside me. “Don’t fucking move.”
My body gives an all-over shudder as it gets used to the feeling of emptiness. I look over my shoulder to see him jerking himself, his jaw going rigid.Wait. What?
“Fuck. Fuuuck, Echo,” he chokes out as he comes all over my ass in violent spurts.
I blink. Oh, no. He didn’t. He wouldn’t do that to me.
But he did. Oh my fucking god, he did.
He smacks my ass, then rubs the cum into my skin, like he’s giving me a massage. “Fuck, yes. Regrets? Still nothing, little liar?”
I sputter, “What the hell are you doing?” My body is still on the verge of orgasm, and even though his hands are all over my backside, I have the horrible realization that I’ll be staying right where I am, hovering painfully on the edge of bliss. No relief in sight.
I have no idea if this was always his plan, because he did let me come earlier… but he totally denied me on purpose. I should have seen it coming. This was no thrilling dash through the woods followed by a quick fuck when he caught me. Everything about what he did was ruthless. Brutal. He intended to punish me all along.
Royal chuckles as he removes my shorts and panties from my other foot, then pats my ass as he gets up off the ground. I scramble around, my mouth bone-dry. I’m unable to speak, can’t even formulate the words I want to say but my eyes are glued to him as he begins to right himself, pulling up his shorts and tucking his mostly still hard dick inside them. My shorts and panties dangle from his hand, and he studies them carefully before tossing the shorts to me and stuffing the underwear in his pocket.
His lips quirk up at one side into a full smirk as he runs one hand through his perfectly messy hair. “Souvenir.”
“Fuck you, Royal.” If he’s waiting for me to beg him to give them back, he’s out of his fucking mind. He can have my panties. And I hope every time he touches them, he remembers what it felt like to be inside me, because it’d be some sort of divine miracle if I ever allowed that to happen again.
His eyes lock on mine as he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “Fuck. I guess my shirt is back there somewhere.” And without a care in the world, he shrugs, winks, then takes off through the trees.
TWENTY-SIX
ECHO
My eyeswiden and my mouth drops into an O as I watch Royal’s retreating figure disappear from view. Oh god. He’s actually leaving me here. I slowly push myself to stand up, clutching my shorts in my hands. Shit, I guess I’m lucky he didn’t take the rest of my clothes with him. I wouldn’t have put it past him to screw me over like that.
