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MADISON

I t’s late afternoon by the time the gang leaves. Jagger went outside to smoke a cigarette, and I grabbed my laptop, immersing myself in my writing. I don’t have access to wi-fi or anything, but I’m just thrilled to be able to write.

The story flows again as I pull my own real-life craziness into the story.

A scratching sound on the window draws my attention to it. I crane my neck, seeing nothing. Probably just the wind.

Shaking my head and chiding myself for being distracted, I focus on my story, reading over what I’ve written.

A loud pounding on the front door causes me to jump, my heart in my throat. “Oh my God. What the hell was that?”

Setting my laptop on the coffee table, I slowly stand, the blanket I was wrapped in falling off my shoulders as I move toward the door. Crossing my arms over my chest as I hesitantly move forward, my gaze darts between the window and front door, seeing nothing except darkness outside. I take another step closer when I hear a scraping sound against the kitchen window.

That’s it. Spinning on my heel, I run to the patio door. Yanking it open, I look outside, the light by the door illuminating Jagger’s massive deck, but he’s not there.

“Jagger?” My voice trembles as my gaze darts around. When I look at his garage, I see the door open, light spilling out of it.

Oh, thank God. He must be in there. I shiver as the cold early November air cuts through my leggings and Jagger’s t-shirt that I’m wearing. The pavement is cold beneath my bare feet as I run across the driveway to the garage door.

Stepping inside, my gaze darts around, but I don’t see him. Taking a few more steps inside, I yell out his name again, scanning the large garage. But no Jagger.

Feeling uneasy, I turn and practically run toward the house, hoping he may have gone out through his gym entrance while I was in the garage. Hurrying through the patio door, I slam it shut behind me, leaning against it, breathing heavily.

My gaze darts around the room, but it looks the same as when I left it. Opening my mouth to call out his name, I hear my phone ding from beside my laptop. Hurrying over to it, I chuckle as I see the name “Stalker” on my screen.

Stalker: You better run. Jason’s coming for you.

My brow furrows as I stare at my phone in confusion. What the hell does that mean? His brother is coming after me?

From the corner of my eye, a figure moves. Turning my head, my heart pounds inside my chest as my gaze locks on Jagger, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a hockey mask like Jason Vorhees. And shit, the man is every single fantasy come to life.

Shirtless and buff as hell . Check.

Gray sweatpants that show the outline of his huge dick . Check.

Masked man fantasy . Check.

His voice has a sharp edge, like a knife, as he says, “Run, baby girl. If I catch you, I’m fucking the hell outta you.”

A wicked grin is on my face as I whirl around, running out the door rather than through the house.

“Maddie,” I hear the threat in his tone before I slam it shut behind me. My bare feet are cold as I flee across the wooden deck, my gaze darting around. Turning right, I sprint toward the dock, admiring the huge lake behind Jagger’s cabin, miles of forest surrounding it.

A chill runs through me as I realize how much this area reminds me of Camp Crystal Lake.

As I near the end of the dock, I realize how stupid this plan is. There’s nowhere to go but in the lake and it’s too damn cold for that.

Spinning around, I jerk to a stop as Jagger stalks toward me, menacing with that mask on.

He makes a tsking sound as he draws closer. “There’s no escape for you, baby girl.” His tone is low and gravelly, arousal leaking from me, dampening my panties.

Jagger oozes a type of confidence that teeters on overbearing, his steps full of self-assurance as he stalks closer. I gulp in a breath, a squeaking noise coming out of my slightly parted lips as his ripped form draws closer, my gaze moving over his chiseled chest and abs. God, this fucking man looks too damn good.

He cocks his head, and I wonder if I’ve lost all my sanity at the way I’m drooling over him, mask and all. My mouth waters like I’ve been starving for a week and am standing in front of a delicious buffet of food.

“There’s no escape for you, baby girl.” His husky, sinister voice wraps around me like a seductive web that entangles me, wrapping me in a lust-filled cocoon.

Pressing my hands against his pecs, I relish in the feeling of the constriction beneath my palms. “I’m not scared of you.” My honey eyes lock with his black ones that seem to draw in the darkness from the forest surrounding us. They are the only thing visible through the mask he’s wearing. Yet, they beckon to me with promises of seduction and pleasure.

“You’re not?” His hand flies out, gripping my neck, holding me in place.

I lick my lips. “No, I’m not.” My defiant gaze blazes into his, challenging him to do his worst. I can feel his malicious smile behind the mask he’s wearing, seeing the delight in his eyes as he tsks at me, shaking his head.

“Silly, Maddie. Don’t you know the prey should always fear the predator?”

My brows raise. “Maybe I’m not the prey.” Stepping closer, his grip tightens around my throat. “Maybe I’m the predator.”

He throws his head back, laughing. Then he suddenly stops.

Lowering his head, he drops his hand from my throat, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Let’s put it to the test. I’ll give you five seconds to run—”

As soon as he says that I scoot around him, taking off, bare feet pounding across the wooden deck. I spot a trail that leads to the woods and hop off the deck, wincing as my bare feet hit the earth, the gravel on the trail unforgiving. Ignoring the pain, I keep running.

Before I know what is happening, he catches me, pulling me to a stop right as I hit the woods. “Oh, baby girl, you’re delusional if you think you are the predator,” he rasps into my ear. “You’ll always be my prey.” His hard cock presses against me and I moan, pushing my ass closer to him.

“Maybe you’re delusional if you think I don’t like being your prey. I crave all of you. Everything that only you can give me.”

“Fuck,” his voice is a hoarse, desperate whisper. “You make me insane.” He spins me around. “On your knees.”

I instantly comply with no hesitation, sinking onto the cold ground of the forest. I hardly notice the discomfort, licking my lips as he shoves his sweatpants and boxers down his legs in one fell swoop, his thick girth popping out, hitting his stomach.

“Open your mouth.” In an instant, my mouth is wide, anxiously awaiting the taste of him on my tongue. His eyes darken, a growl rumbling in his chest as he grabs the base of his dick shoving himself inside. “Suck,” he demands, his voice needy and raspy.

He doesn’t need to issue that command. My mouth closes around him as soon as his cock is in my mouth, my lips tightening over his large shaft as my tongue cushions the underside of him. He moans, his hands fisting my hair. “You make me so desperate for you,” he rasps. “I’m completely fucking obsessed with you. I can’t go easy on you, Maddie. Not tonight.”

He slides out to the tip, then pulls the rest of the way out, giving me a chance to speak.

“I don’t want you to. I want everything you can give me.”

I see the smile in his eyes as he warns, “I’m going to fuck your face with my cock. Use your mouth, those full pouty lips of yours that were made to suck me . And only me.”

Nodding vigorously, I moan, my thighs clenching together as his words make me drip. My mouth opens and he shoves deep inside, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes are locked on his as I breathe through my nose to keep my gag reflex in check, loving the weight and thickness of him filling and stretching my mouth.

“Goddamn, baby girl.” He pulls out to the tip, letting me breathe. “You suck my dick like a goddamn pro.”

My nails dig into his thighs as he pushes forward then back, his pace steady as he rocks in and out.

God, the way he looks at me. Like I’m every damn thing he could ever want in this world.

It’s a heady sensation that makes my head spin as he rocks inside me again, his strokes harder and faster as his chest hitches before his breathing accelerates, falling out of his lungs faster and deeper. His fingers tighten in my blonde locks, digging against my scalp, as he fucks my mouth frantically.

I love watching him lose control . It makes me feel powerful, like a fucking queen, when I’m on my knees in front of him, watching him snap because of the pleasure I’m giving him .

Moaning around his enormous cock in my mouth, saliva drips from the corners, sliding down my face and onto my shirt. I watch him, wanting to pleasure him the way he does me. His head falls back, his chest moving up and down from his heavy breathing. Fuck, why is his heaving chest so damn sexy?

My panties are soaked from the taste of him in my mouth, making my jaw ache as I stretch around his vast size, his scent floating on the cold breeze around me. The grunts and moans falling from his lips are like every damned one of my fantasies come to life. His hard thigh muscles flex every time I curl my nails into them. He tangles his fingers in my hair as if I’m his lifeline and it turns me on so much that one touch from him is all it would take for me to detonate.

Then he slows down, his head falling forward. “Show me what you’ve got, baby.”

My hand wraps around the base of him and I shove him deep inside my mouth, my tongue swirling over him, slurping as I suck, hollowing my cheeks.

“Fuck, baby girl. Don’t stop doing… whatever the hell that is.” His voice is breathy, causing me to moan as I watch him shudder, goosebumps prickling his skin. As I pull him out of my mouth, sucking on the head and licking up his salty precum, I try to suppress my smile.

Finally, I’m making him come undone the way he does me.

I tease him a bit before shoving him back in my mouth, repeating that swirling, sucking move. A loud, animalistic groan comes from his lips, echoing in the forest around us. I’m euphoric from his sounds of pleasure, knowing I’m the one giving it to him.

I continue pleasuring him until his fingers tangle in my hair, and he pulls his cock from my mouth. His voice is a husky command as he says, “I want to come inside you.”

Untangling his hands from my hair, his hands slide down my face, his thumbs caressing my cheeks as his eyes glow with his appreciation for my oral skills. He moves them away, holding his hands out to mine so I can take them and stand.

With a seductive smile on my lips, I take his hand, our gazes locked together as I stand.

“See that huge tree trunk ahead? Bend over and put your hands on it.” Before I can take a single step, he lifts me, carrying me to where he wants me. Setting me on my feet, I immediately bend over, putting my hands on the rough bark. Jagger lifts his t-shirt up over my ass, then grabs the waistband of my leggings and yanks them down.

“Holy shit, baby girl.” I hear the crunch of leaves as he drops to his knees behind me. Looking over my shoulder, my breath catches as I see the way his hungry gaze is locked on my ass. I’m wearing a red lacy thong with rhinestones across the band.

A giggle escapes me. “You bought these panties for me.”

“Yeah, but I had no idea you’d look so mouthwatering in them. Plus, the contrast of these sexy panties beneath my t-shirt, which looks hot as fuck on you, and your casual black leggings is…” he lets out a long whistle. “Fucking delectable.” Shoving the mask on top of his head, he leans forward, tongue swiping across my ass cheek, then he scrapes his teeth over it, making me jerk. He chuckles, raining soft kisses over me.

“You’re a naughty girl, Maddie.” His hand comes down on my ass in a hard, stinging slap, making me gasp, my pussy clenching. “You fucking ran outside. Then tried to get away from me.” His hand slams down on the other cheek.

I jump, my nipples tightening. My body shakes, wanting more. “Jagger.”

He tsks. “No, I’m not giving you what you want, baby girl. Not until you’ve been properly punished.”

God! I must be a complete psycho as the euphoria dances through me like wildfire, consuming every nerve ending and lighting me up. “Punish me, Jagger.”

He slaps me harder, hitting my left cheek. My breath heaves and strains as I gasp, my body trembling. He does it to my right cheek, his heavy breaths flowing over me, turning me on so much that I can barely support myself as my hands press on the bark of the massive tree beneath me.

The cool air hits my pussy as he yanks my thong to the side. Grabbing my right leg, then my left, he repositions me, spreading me wider. “Keep your feet planted right there so you don’t step on anything that will hurt you.”

The contrast from rough to sweet and thoughtful causes chills to sweep up my spine.

God, I love him.

“Baby girl.” The serious tone in his voice causes me to look at him over my shoulder. “I’m going to feast on your pussy, then fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk afterward.”

Holy hell.

His smile widens, that damned dimple in his cheek setting my body ablaze. “And you’re going to enjoy every second, soak my cock until your juices run down my balls because you’re as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

A moan comes from me, his words so truthful, making my heart squeeze. “Yes, please, Jagger,” I beg.

His face is clouded with emotion as he pulls the mask off, then his hands spread me wide as his tongue delves deep inside me.

And I’m gone, floating in the clouds, my loud moans filling the forest, my body shaking from the way he makes me feel. If I live to be a hundred and ten, I’ll never get enough of this man.

He hums his appreciation as his lips move to my clit. My head falls against my left arm, my right hand digging into the bark of the trunk as he sucks me deep into his mouth. “God, Jagger.” My voice is a breathless rasp. “The way you lick me. It’s like you want to eat me alive.”

He chuckles, the vibrations flowing against me, causing goosebumps to cover my skin. “I do, baby girl. I want every single piece of you.”

Then his mouth leaves me, two fingers sliding inside my soaked walls as his thumb rubs over my clit. I whimper, then moan his name, the wind floating over my overheated skin. His teeth nip at my ass check before— oh fuck! Why does his tongue feel so good inside my ass?

My legs tremble as his mouth and fingers send me higher into the darkening sky. “Fuck, that’s incredible,” I rasp, wondering how I can string words together that make any sort of sense when my brain feels incoherent like it’s about to short-circuit.

“Fuck, yes, baby girl,” he mutters against me. “That’s all I wanna do. Make you feel good.”

“You. Never. Disappoint,” I stutter, my core tightening, my body quivering from the flush of warmth that spreads from my center outward. “Jagger, I’m going to—”

I don’t finish, the orgasm gushing from me, overpowering everything. Jagger moves his mouth to my pussy, licking up every drop, including what ran down my thighs.

“Holy hell,” I pant, my body overheated despite the freezing temperature.

I finally get up the strength to look over my shoulder and— fuck. He’s standing, putting the hockey mask on.

I hear the smug smile in his voice when he says, “You’re mine, baby girl. I’ll never let you get away from me.” He grabs his cock, then shoves it deep inside my still pulsing body. “I own you, just like you own me.”

Unable to form words, my fingers curl into the bark as my loud moan echoes around us in the forest.

“I’m not remotely finished with you, baby girl. You better hang on tight. I’m about to destroy this beautiful, soaking wet pussy.”