Page 209 of Shadowman

“God, fuck you…” I whimper, then snarl, “Get off…”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, then kisses my lips hard, forcing his tongue between them.

I’m still fighting him, and I don’t even think it’s an act. I’m split down the middle, between wanting this and knowing with full certainty that as good as it feels right now, it’ll most likely rough me the fuck up in the end.

“I’m not yours,” I grunt hoarsely. “You don’t own me, Trevel.”

“Please,” he scoffs, flipping me effortlessly onto my stomach. “Just wait until my cock is in your fucking stomach and you’rebeggingme to breed you nice and deep… Then we’ll see who you belong to, won’t we, sweet whore?”

God, what the fuck…

My balls throb so hard it hurts, precum leaking from my cock at his degrading words paired with that… treasuring touch.

Trevel tugs my hands behind my back, and I whine from the pain. But my dick isaching, trapped between my body and the mushy, saturated ground. He rips my pants down quick, exposing my ass to the cool air, my face flushing so hot I’m melting. I try to push back, but he stuffs me harder into leaves and dirt.

Turning my face, I glimpse him pulling out his cock and spitting into his palm.

“W-wait…” I sputter, nerves bunching me up all over.

“Nope,” he hisses, pressing wet fingers between my cheeks. “Don’t fight, furious boy. If you open up, it’ll hurt less.”

Fuck… fuck fuck fuck.

My head is spinning. I’m panting and purring and… arching up to him. But pretending I’m not.

Fuck, what is this?

I feel like… Michelangelo.

Longing to be chased and cherished, and hurt. To ache with the pleasure of being fucked like a possession.

Hispossession.

Trevel slams his cock into my ass, without any priming or warming me up. The force of it crushes air from my lungs, and I choke, “Ffuck… Jesus…”

“Uhh…yes,” he mewls above me, voice cracking as he shoves in me deeper with a powerful thrust. “Fuckin’ hell, baby…Takeit.”

A guttural groan escapes my shivering lips at the intense burn. No lube, no easing me into it. Just some spit and ahuge, hard cock tunneling its way inside my body.

“Unnghh!” I whine when he drags back, driving in again,deeper. So deep his pelvis is on my cheeks. “Fuuuck… ummfff…”

“You sweet, perfect hole…” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanks my head back. “You like when I ride it raw?”

I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks with the rain and salty air as he pulls and pushes, pumping me full of cock from behind. The burn and stretch are almost insufferable.So much more intense than last time…

But my dick is engorged beneath me, arousal seeping out in pulses.Fuck, I think I’m already coming.

Trevel releases my hands to hold me by the throat, hauling my hips back so that I’m on my knees. As soon as I’m in this position, he’s fucking into me rough. Not a moment to adjust, brutal thrusts driving my body back into the ground. I can’t hold myself up, arms shaking, knees sore.

He whips his shirt off, then pulls mine off, melding his wet muscles to my back while he licks and bites my nape.

This sex is feral. We’re wild animals, fucking in the forest. Grunting, skin slapping as he takes me from behind like a menace. A beast. A wicked, insatiable fiend.

“You don’t belong to me?” he hisses as he viciously bucks his cock into my ass.

I nod, but croak, “N-no… I d-don’t…” He bites me, and I whimper, “Fuck… you… Uhhfuuuckme.”

Trevel hums, covering my mouth with his hand. “Now who’s lying? I think it’s the bitch on his knees taking a big dick.”