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I shove him away. “Well, maybe I don’t fucking take orders from you!”
His body presses into mine farther, his face so close that the tip of his nose touches mine. He growls, “Well maybe you should.”
I straighten my shoulders in defiance. “I will never take orders from you.”
He thrusts into me harder this time, so hard that I can feel the outline of his jean-clad cock pressing itself against me. “Is that a challenge?” I hate that even when I’m angry with him, completely fucking furious, I still want to tear his clothes off. Nate is pure sex and defiance. He’s the feeling of adrenalin roaring through your veins.
“If it was, it wouldn’t be yours for the taking.” Everything in the air shifts as he grips onto my thighs, lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist. Even though his face is still painted with the mask, I can make out his expressions in the dim darkness. All that’s giving us light is the flashing of dry lightning and the shade of my phone spotlight that is still switched on. It’s going to rain down and I’d rather be in the car when it does.
He moves over me, enough to cause friction over my core. I bite down on my lip to stop from moaning, but it’s a shit attempt because a breathy moan sneaks out.
“Don’t ever get this twisted, Tillie,” he mutters as he swipes my shorts to the side, his finger slipping under my panties and circling inside of me. He puts me back down to my feet before yanking my shorts and panties down—leaving me feeling very exposed and very cold. “I am the only taker when it comes to this.” He picks me back up, my head falling backward and smacking against the cabin wall. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but everything is heightened and all I want to do is run, fuck, and fuck some more. Maybe they were right, and I did take something. Maybe I can blame my feelings on some random drug that I took.
I grab the back of Nate’s neck and smash his lips against mine.
Yeah, I’ll go with that.
His mouth opens as his tongue separates mine, licking my own. I suck his bottom lip into mine and then run my tongue across the rim. His own dives back into my mouth and I feel the silver ball skate over my teeth. Nate tugs on the top of my shirt and yanks it down, exposing my nipples to the cold air. He sucks them into his mouth and then comes back up, the bitter air slashing against them violently at his departure. Unzipping his pants, I bite at his neck, and grip his heavy cock in my hand, rubbing him roughly. I’m angry. I’m needing to be fucked.
“Nate, I need you to fuck yourself out of my system,” I say, as he slams himself inside of me. I scream as his fist grips my hair.
“No can do. I’m here to fucking stay. Who owns you?”
I don’t answer, wrapping my arm around his neck as he slows his pace and vigorously thrusts his cock inside of me with gentle force, my head smashing against the wall to a silent rhythm.
Slam. “Who fucking owns you, Tillie? Whose cock does this sweet little pussy weep for?”
He flicks my nipple so hard that I scream in pleasure but cry out in pain.
“Answer me.”
He circles his hips, his arm hooking around my back as he pulls out. He spins me around and snaps my back until I’m touching my toes. He enters me from behind and I have to stay on tippy toes to reach his height. His fingers dig into my hips and he pulls me back a little, more obviously so that we’re directly in front of the doorway.
“Who do you think of when you fuck yourself, baby? Who? Who fucking owns this ass and always will?” He thrusts into me slowly now. I feel every inch of him rubbing against me, working me higher and higher. Closer and closer. “Who do you come back to like a good little girl?”
He picks up his pace until he’s relentlessly thrashing me. His fingers dig deeper. I need to let go. I can let go. My core tightens as I hit the very tip of my pleasure. “You’re mine.”
I scream out through my orgasm just as thunder claps through and rain starts to pelt down on the tin roof. “I’m fucking yours!”
He loses it, pulls out and empties himself over my ass. I’m still trying to catch my breath when I feel his hand rubbing his warm cum into my ass cheek. “Mmm, fucking missed this view.” Then he tugs my head backward by my hair roughly with his other hand and brings the same fingers that were rubbing his cum into me to my mouth. “This is what you think about when you fuck yourself, Tillie, and this is why no matter what happens, you will always…” His eyes flick to the inside of the cabin as I suck his cum off his finger. He smirks. “Be mine.”