Page 25 of Run, Little Doe
My hands can’t stop wandering, my eyes can’t stop tracing him. Every inch of him is magnetic, pulling me closer, even as my mind spins with disbelief and awe that this is even happening. His warm skin, the tattoos I didn’t notice earlier tonight that run along his forearms, the subtle curve of his lips, the fullness of his beard, the heat of his chest where my hands have rested since he removed the mask—it’s all more than I imagined, more than I dared to hope. I reach up to put my hands on his face, and he looks at me with something that almost looks like fear.
He doesn’t hide from me, doesn’t shrink. He looks at me, questioning. He moves with the same feral precision as before, but now there’s no pretense. His eyes steel into mine, and they burn with everything he’s held back for who knows how long. It’s too much, it’s everything. He murmurs my name, and it’slike coming home. My lips part, and I reach my left hand around the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, my right-hand brushing through his beard. Our bodies move together, instinctively, intimately, as if we were always meant to fit in this way. I pull his face to mine and kiss him, soft at first, before being unable to hold myself back.
It’s at that exact moment I know, I’m done for. I lift my hips closer to his, a silent plea for him to fill me again, but this time, as the man I’ve known for most of my life. My tongue swirls with his as we deepen our kiss. He puts a hand under my ass to lift my hips, and in an instant, I can feel his thick length against my center. He pushes into me with ease, and his name escapes me on a breath, “Emerson,” and he stills. He looks at me, before something flashes in his eyes, the hunger of the wolf, and the need of the man.
Every touch is electric. Every whisper of breath across my skin makes my inside clench. I’ve wanted him, longed for him, dreamed of him, but I didn’t know I was waiting forthis: the full, unmasked, unrestrained man I’ve had a crush on since I was sixteen and have loved without admitting it aloud. He slams into me, ravaging me, claiming me, worshipping me. I’ve never felt more wanted or desired in my life. He’s looking at me like he’s starving and I’m his last meal.
Face to face, there’s no stopping us; we cannot keep our hands from each other. We cannot keep our eyes from consuming one another. Every glance, every brush of skin, every slap of his balls against my wet pussy, every low murmur either of us makes is a thread pulling us apart from the world and tethering us only to each other. We’re all sweat and breath, all heat and pulse and years of need exploding at once.
The forest sways around us, but it is completely irrelevant, I feel as if I’m floating in space and the physical world has left us behind. There is only him, only me, only the inevitability of what we’ve been circling for years. I surrender, finally, entirely, knowing that there is no going back. I am his. I want nothing more than to be his. We will be unstoppable together.
The mask is gone, and with it, the last physical barrier between us. And yet the tension doesn’t fade—it deepens, something unspoken. It hangs in the air, thick and electric, a promise of the hours yet to come, a storm that has only just begun.
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Emerson
I feel her everywhere. Her hands, her lips, the tremor in her body. She pulls me in, and I yield, letting every touch, every moan, every sigh consumes me. The mask is gone, the barrier dissolved, and yet the forest around us is alive, whispering, watching, echoing our need.
I can’t get enough of her; I can’t get close enough to her or bury my cock deep enough. I want to fill her, consume her, I want to devour her in every sense. I want her to know how much I’ve wanted this and for how long. My hands trace every curve of her body, roaming from her ass to her hips, up her ribcage, grasping her breasts, pinching her nipples. I can’t touch her enough.
Every look, every gasp, every shiver she gives me twists something primal inside. I cannot resist. I do not want to. She is mine in this moment in all the ways I’ve imagined, in the ways I’ve feared I’d never get to feel. Every inch of her is claimed in my mind, even before my hands reach them.
I kiss every inch of her skin I can get my mouth on, nibbling at the sensitive spot on her neck by her ear. My breath comesin ragged gasps as I try to calm my heartbeat. I can feel my orgasm coming; I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold off. My perfect, Little Doe. My Sirena. Coming beautifully undone underneath my fingertips, unraveling on my cock. She looks like a fever dream that turned into the most perfect reality I could ever imagine.
Minutes pass. Hours pass. I don’t know. I don’t care. Time has no meaning. There is only her and me, the way our bodies fit together, the forest around us, and a tension that refuses to break, only coils tighter with every heartbeat. The sound of our breaths, the feel of her pussy clenching my cock. I can feel her close to the edge, see it in her eyes, in the way her breaths become uneven. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back, exposing her beautiful neck to me. I dip my head, my tongue darting out to taste her skin. I could lose myself inside her for the rest of my life; I’d die a happy man buried deep in her perfect pussy.
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Sirena
We are both completely unmasked, naked, and splayed bare to one another. He is here. He is everything I ever wanted and more. I cannot stop touching him, cannot stop looking at him. Every nerve, every inch of me, is alight with need. Every whisper, every moan, every breath we share draws me closer to him, closer to surrender, closer to letting go entirely, letting myself fling over the edge of orgasmic oblivion.
Even now, as I feel him everywhere and he fills me with every inch of his giant cock, even now as I cling to him, I know there is more to come. The storm is not over, I don’t think it ever will be. Our bodies, our hunger, our need—it stretches on, an unbrokenline of want and fire, of surrender and inevitability. It’s a blur of want mixed with fate.
The forest sways around us, but it cannot compete with the pull between us. We are drawn, inexorably, impossibly, together. And I finally let myself fall fully into it, knowing there is no return, no escape. Only him. Only us.
My head falls back, exposing my neck to him; and in an instant; I feel his tongue tracing patterns beneath my ear, and I come undone. I can feel my orgasm coming, hot and heavy. I can feel every muscle in my body tensing, every nerve on fire, sending quivers through every inch, the heat rolling through me as my orgasm rips through my body. I’m seeing stars, his name on my lips while he pounds his cock into me repeatedly. “Ohhh Emersonnn”
It is then I feel his release and his body collapse onto mine. We are all sweat and desire and we both know, there’s no going back now. I am completely gone for this man who took one of my wildest dreams and made it come true without my ever asking.
Emerson looks at me, deep into my eyes, and leans down to kiss me.
“I promised I’d catch you, Little Doe, and I never break a promise.”
Emerson
Sirena walks into the bar, all sin and seduction, in a pair of jeans that look as if they were painted on, and a top that shows off her cleavage. She’s wearing that signature deep red lipstick of hers that drives me wild, and her whisky-coloured eyes are sparkling in the dim light. I love the way her lips look in that shade when they’re wrapped around my cock. I shake the image out of my head, I’m at work, and instantly hard when the image pops into my mind.
“Evening, Little Doe, what can I get you tonight?” I ask her with a wink. She blushes, and I catch my cock twitch in my jeans. The sinful smile that spreads across her face does me in. I lean across the bar to capture her lips in a kiss.
“Get a room!!” I hear Carly yell from the other end of the bar. Sirena laughs, and it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, second only to the sound of her moaning my name while she comes all over my cock, but that is saved for my ears only.
“Whisky on the rocks, you animal,” Sirena quips as she rounds the bar to capture my sister in a hug. It’s been so nice these last couple of months. I am finally able to kiss her when I want, and make love to her every night, and on the nights we feel a little more animalistic, we replay our night in the woods. Our masks sit side by side in the closet at my apartment, waiting for the next time I decide it’s time to play our secret little game.
I pour my girl her drink and place it at the end of the bar where she and my stepsister are deep in conversation about something they both watched on TV last night, and I smile to myself. This is exactly how I pictured my life. She knows and accepts my dark side, and I bring her dark side out of the shadows, and there’s never been anything more fulfilling in my life.
This girl gives me purpose and satisfies me more than I could ever begin to explain, and even though I have her, I plan to chase her forever.
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Sirena
I use the key Emerson gave me last month and walk into his apartment after closing the bar with Carly. I’m expecting him to be waiting for me, and yet, the entire place is dark and quiet. As I walk through the apartment from room to room, I can feel a flutter in my stomach, almost anticipation.
I slowly walk down the hall toward the back of the apartment and turn the corner into his bedroom. Sitting on the bed, on top of the black comforter, is my doe mask from the festival, complete with a note. “Come and find me, Little Doe. You know where.”
Heat gathers in my stomach, and arousal pools in my panties, and I can feel the smile spread across my face. It’s time for our game, and there’s no one I’d rather play with than my very own Wolfe.
It’s time to play.