Page 22 of Beg For Me (Morally Gray #3)
I dart through the woodland paradise, panting in panic, running blindly away from that beastly laughter that still echoes around the trees. My breasts bounce with every step. My hair is loose and long, flying around my face as I flee.
I leap over a mossy, fallen log and am caught in midair by the satyr. He pulls me against his strong chest and chuckles as I struggle to get free, my feet kicking uselessly.
“Sweet little nymph, you can’t escape. You were made for me.”
He sits on the log and traps me on his lap there with him, fondling my breasts with one big rough hand as I squeal and struggle. His muscular, furry thighs tickle my bottom. His monstrous erection pokes between my legs.
He’s huge and hot everywhere, and I know exactly what he’s going to do with me.
“Please! Let me go!”
He pinches my nipples through the silk, laughing in delight when I cry out. The he rips the dress off, his strong fingers tearing through it with ease, baring my breasts. He leans down to greedily suck on my nipples while he gropes my bottom.
My struggles and cries of distress are useless. They seem only to excite him. He takes my mouth in a savage kiss, rips the rest of the dress off my body, then puts his calloused hand between my legs and pets me there, stroking his fingers over my exposed pussy.
“ Wet little nymph,” he says, laughing.
I make sounds of protest, begging him to set me free, but gasp when he thrusts his fingers inside me. He works them in and out, ruthlessly delving into my tender flesh as he bends down again to lick my aching nipples.
The pleasure is exquisite, but my fear of what he’s going to do to me burns like fire in my veins. If he tries to fit that enormous cock inside me, I’ll surely die.
He flips me over on his lap and holds me there as he fondles and spanks my bare bottom, enjoying playing with his trapped pet. Between my legs, I’m wet and throbbing. I can’t catch my breath.
“Please! Please! Let me go, you beast!”
He laughs and tweaks my swollen clitoris, making me gasp and jerk. When he strums his fingers back and forth over it, a helpless moan slips past my lips. His engorged organ rubs against my entrance. My hips start to undulate obscenely.
“You don’t want me to let you go, sweet nymph. You want me to fill your pink hole with my hard cock and fuck you until you’re screaming, don’t you?”
I babble a denial, which only makes him laugh again.
“I think we need to put something into that mouth.”
He pushes me to my knees so I’m kneeling between his hairy thighs, then holds me by the neck as he forces his huge cock past my lips. I want to protest, but can’t. When he thrusts his hips, I open my mouth and take him down my throat.
His cock is enormous. Hot and thick, tasting faintly of salt and smelling of musky animal.
I should be gagging on it. Instead, I’m sucking and bobbing my head to try to take it deeper, inching it down my throat. He sinks a hand into my hair and growls in approval, thrusting his hips. I grab his hairy thighs and grip them as he fucks my mouth lustily.
He pulls and pinches my nipples as I suckle him, slapping my breasts until they ache. He fondles my shoulders and back, grumbling in pleasure. The jerking of his hips grows faster as I suck and suck and suck. My pussy aches with need.
“My pretty little nymph wants to taste her satyr’s seed, doesn’t she?”
I whimper, feasting greedily on his huge cock, and cup his hairy testicles. Then I curl both hands around the base of his shaft and stroke it as I suck the crown.
He climaxes with a roar.
Hot fluid spills over my tongue and down my throat, such great spurts of it, it leaks from my mouth and drips down my chin. I swallow his semen over and over, breathing through my nose as I lap it up.
“Very good, little nymph. Time to take that cock in your tender little cunt now.”
He drags me up with his hands under my armpits and pushes me down on my belly onto the log. He spanks me smartly several more times, laughing at my helpless pleas.
Holding me by the hips, he thrusts into me.
I cry out as his enormous cock invades my pussy.
Despite his release, he’s still hard as steel.
He starts to thrust into me with hard strokes, ruthlessly fucking me, growling his pleasure and holding me firmly in place.
He pounds me and gropes my breasts, pinching my nipples as his hairy balls slap heavily against my thighs.
I’m dizzy. Delirious. He’s using me, ramming into me, grunting and groping anything he likes on my naked body. My breasts are heavy and aching, swinging with his thrusts. My quivering thighs are spread open wide.
When the satyr shoves his wet thumb into my asshole, I groan in need.
His laugh is dark. He continues to rut into my aching hole, stretching me and violating me mercilessly, until his grunts of pleasure grow louder, and I know he’s close again to release.
When he shoots his hot load into me, my pussy clenches. I climax with a scream.
It echoes through the trees as he slows the motion of his hips and leans down to kiss my neck.
“My pretty, perfect nymph. You served me well. Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”
He withdraws his cock from my dripping pussy and gently turns me over, draping me over the log on my back.
Kneeling between my spread legs, he puts his mouth onto my swollen sex, lapping at it with his big tongue, sucking his semen out of me and swallowing it as I rock helplessly against his face, feeling his beard scratching my inner thighs.
His enormous rough hands rove over my naked body, fondling my breasts and tweaking my hard nipples.
He reacts to my soft cries of pleasure with a grunt, then thrusts a finger inside my pussy and another one in my ass.
Delirious with pleasure, I grip his hair and ride his face and fuck his thick fingers until the pleasure is unbearable.
My orgasm overtakes me. I awaken with a gasp.
It isn’t a satyr’s head between my spread thighs. It isn’t his mouth that feasts on me.
It’s Carter’s.
It’s somewhere near dawn. Soft morning light filters through the crack in the curtains. He’s kneeling on the bed between my legs, sucking on my clitoris while he finger fucks me through my orgasm until I’m spent.
When I’m limp and panting, a boneless ragdoll in his hands, he lifts his head and smiles at me.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning to you, king satyr.”
He furrows his brows in confusion, and I start to laugh.
I can already tell it’s going to be a beautiful day.