Dark Need by Clarissa Wild

Chapter 27

April

I scrambleto my feet and run off without a second thought.

I don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going.

I just know I need to run away from whatever the hell just happened.

From whatever the fuck I just did.

Because I just rubbed myself in front of someone and climaxed.

And not just anyone. My captor, no less. The man I should despise.

Instead, I let myself get away with my own excitement over that dream … and from his cock swelling under my hand.

It just happened. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean for things to get out of hand so quickly.

I was supposed to remain a virgin until my wedding.

And I was definitely not supposed to give myself an actual orgasm.

What’s happening to me? Why am I letting myself go like this?

When I look over my shoulder, there he is right in my footsteps, barging straight at me with that same hunger in his eyes that I know all too well. And it makes me gulp for air as I run through the grass, wishing I could undo what I just did.

But the beast is already unchained, and he is coming for me, whether I like it or not.

The second I touch the nearest tree, he’s already got me cornered, and I squeal when he pins me down to the wood.

“Bad Kitty,” he growls. “You want to run after what you just did?”

I spin on my heels, but he’s right in front of me, breathing in my face like an animal, and it’s hard not to get turned on when he just watched me make a fool out of myself.

Still, I brave the storm. “It was a mistake.”

He smashes his hand on the tree behind me, almost making me jolt up and down. “That … was no mistake.” His voice is dark and full of unspoken desires, the kind that makes you swallow and whimper. Especially when his eyes swoop up and down my body, taking ample time to soak it in. Particularly the part where I’m wearing nothing but a bra and some flimsy panties. And the look he gives me makes me break out in a sweat because he’s completely consumed by lust.

I stammer, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I was dreaming, and then I woke up, and I was already—”

He plants an index finger against my lips, shushing me. “Enough.”

I blink, but I can’t look away, no matter how hard I try. The way he looks at me commands attention. Like he wants me to know that I’ve unleashed something I shouldn’t have. And that he’s going to make me regret every second of it.

He leans in, his face so close to mine that I can smell his scent, and it’s making me feel heady. Oh God, what has this man done to me? I’ve never acted like this in front of anyone, nor have I ever felt so … horny.

I gulp again, wishing the feelings away, but no matter how hard I try, the thumping in my pussy refuses to disappear.

Suddenly, he twists me around, shoving me against the tree face-first. My squeal is silenced by his dick poking me in the ass straight through the fabric of his pants, and it makes my legs tremble.

“You’ve tempted me long enough,” he whispers in my ear. “You want my cock? Then take it.”

I gasp as he grunts and rips down my panties in one go. Before I know it, he’s pulled out his cock and shoved it right up against my entrance. Without warning, he enters me, and my mouth forms an o-shape as he buries himself to the hilt. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head from the sheer size of him. And when it swells inside me, that same moan leaves my mouth.

“That’s it, Kitty. Stop fighting it,” he groans, the sound of his voice forcing me out of this world and into the next.

I can’t handle it. It’s so much that I can’t even respond, let alone act. All I can do is clench my legs and take him, all of him, while trying to hold on tight. He’s huge, menacing, overpowering, fucking me like a beast out of control while my head is squashed against the tree. He slams into me with full force, not giving a shit whether or not I’m able to stand, as I’m tiptoeing around to stay put. And when he wraps his hand around my throat, I almost lose myself again.

“Show me again,” he says, clenching my waist tight as he buries himself inside. “I want to see you unravel.”

His words are as slick as his thickness inside me, and I can’t help but moan.

I’ve never felt like this before.

Like I’m lost to ecstasy.

Like I can’t say no.

Like I actually want to be fucked.

He fucks me from behind like I’m just a fuck doll he can use for his pleasure.

And I don’t even mind.

In fact, I’m so close to coming that I start to whimper just from his hand as it travels down my chest and clutches my breast, squeezing tight.

“Do it!” he growls.

And as he slams into me, he twists my nipple so roughly that I fall apart right then and there.

I buck and pant as the orgasmic waves rush into my body, overpowering me. And he whisks me into his arm with a lusty groan, pushing me down so I bend over. But instead, my knees collapse underneath me, and I sink to the ground.

I turn around to face that monster cock of his, dripping with my wetness.

The wetness he stole from me.

The wetness I gave to him.

I have to do something.

I have to stop this before something bad happens that can’t be undone.

So I quickly grab his length and bring it to my mouth. He looks down at me from underneath his lashes in a way that makes me question myself, but I persist. With his penetrative gaze on me, my tongue dips out, and I lick the head. His thighs clench as he towers over me, balls tightening as his cock bounces up and down just from the touch of my tongue. He moans with delight when I do it again, so I do it again, and again, and again, each time going a little bit farther.

All while his gaze is continuously on me, as though he’s afraid I’ll try to run again when he looks away. But there is no running from the beast. He’ll always catch up with you.

Instead, I opt to tame him a different way. By giving him exactly what he wants.

Release.

So I circle his dick and suck on it until he groans again. For some reason, it brings a smile to my face. So much power in a small lick. Every touch makes him tense up, and every suck makes his breath a little headier.

Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?

My ex always begged, but I refused to give it up for him, and now look at me, dishing it out like a greedy girl looking for a fix.

But I can’t help myself.

When I look at this man, this unchained beast filled with a deadly concoction of rage and desire, all I see is someone in need.

Someone who desperately wants … me.

And that’s more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life.

So much that I can’t help leaning in closer until my lips fully wrap around his dick and take him inside. That deep grumble emanates from his chest again, and it pushes all my buttons. Even though I just came twice, I still get turned on by the mere sound of his approval.

But when a guy this handsome wants to fuck you into oblivion, how are you supposed to resist?

It’s impossible.

So much so that I actually start enjoying it when he hardens in my mouth. Even as he slams his hand into the tree behind me from the sheer force of his lust … and even when he grips my hair to push me farther toward the base.

I try to take it. But I’ve never done this before. I’m not good at it. And the second he hits the back of my throat, I choke and cough.

Still, I refuse to give up.

It won’t do me any good.

Not now.

Not after what I’ve done … what I’ve set off in him.

Because I see the greed reflected in his eyes, the tortured hunger, the blazing fire churning in his body, and it evokes a need within me to satiate him. To give him exactly what he wants. To let him go deeper. And deeper … and deeper.

Until the tears spring into my eyes. Until I can feel his pre-cum drip down my throat.

Until he pulls back and shoves back in all by himself.

“Fuck,” he groans as I swivel my tongue around him. “I’m going to release my seed inside your mouth.”

I don’t struggle. I don’t fight him off. Even as he buries himself inside me. Even as he grabs my hair, twists it into a bun, and forces me to swallow him.

I sit and take it like I want it … because I do.

I’ve wanted him since the moment he jerked himself off right in front of me.

Even when I told myself I didn’t, I was lying to protect myself.

But when I touched his dick and pleasured myself, I knew it was too late to stop this.

And when he roars out loud and comes inside my mouth, I gulp it down as best as I can, choking on the sheer amount of his cum. It keeps coming and coming like a wave overpowering me, and when he pulls out, I heave. His cum drips from my mouth as his cock bounces in front of my face. Still hard.

His eyes are filled with unbridled lust.

And he grabs my face and pushes me against the tree, only to thrust right back into my mouth again. I don’t even know what’s happening. All I can feel is his thickness slamming into me over and over again until my eyes almost roll into the back of my head because of the pure raunchy debauchery happening right now.

My mouth is his new toy, and now that he’s discovered it, there’s no way he’s going to give it up without blowing his load at least once … maybe two or three more times.

And the mere thought of that is making me drenched all over.

What is happening to me?

Why does my body respond this way to him?

Why do I … enjoy this?

I can’t even think straight as he fucks my mouth over and over until he roars out loud a second time, filling me up once more. I choke and swallow at the same time, trying to get it all down.

“Yes, swallow it,” he groans.

His filthy words send me into the next world.

I’ve never been treated in such a vulgar way.

Yet I want nothing more than for him to take… take … take…

And he doesn’t stop.

Not until he’s done it three times.

Three loads of sloppy cum slipping down my throat, spit dripping down my chin, splashing onto my breasts. By the time he steps away, I’m covered from head to toe.

He pants out loud, muscles quacking, cock finally deflating.

“Hmmm …” The satisfied groan leaving his lips covers my body in goose bumps. And he leans over to run his thumb across my lips, pushing it inside my mouth along with some leftover cum. “Don’t spill.”

His eyes connect with mine as he pushes his thumb down onto my tongue, his gaze never leaving mine as he tilts my chin up with his index finger at the same time, coaxing me to stand. So I do what he wants, standing tall and proud even though I’m covered in dirt and filthy juices.

Until he speaks the words that make even my bones quiver.

“Don’t ever run from me again.”