Page 76 of Stand: Part One

Darren chuckled as he moved for his zipper, his fingers pinching the underside of my ass and making me jolt. Reaching out as far as I could, I grabbed at his other hand to keep him from freeing himself, clutching onto his thick fingers.

Sighing, he swatted my hand away before wrapping both my wrists in one giant palm above my head. Secured, he went back to his zipper and released his cock from the confines of his jeans. And then, ever so gently, he placed his hand just above my pelvis and carefully pushed down.

I groaned loudly as I struggled to hold my position, my hips unable to match Darren’s strength as he pressed down until my pussy was finally low enough for his cock to reach.

When my knees finally gave out, Darren surged forward, his cock spearing into my wetness with the force of a hungry victor. I cried out as my pelvis tilted to meet his thrust, my back arching as a kind of primal pleasure was forced onto me.

Darren growled as he hovered above me, his hand around my wrists tightening enough to bruise as he began fucking me into the dirt like a wild animal.

“Oh God,” I murmured under my breath, moaning the way I knew would spur him on. Releasing my wrists, he went for the edges of my shirt and ripped it apart to expose the sports bra underneath. He then gripped the little zipper and pulled it down, allowing my breasts to spill out.

“Fuck,” he growled, his palms covering each mound as he continued his onslaught on my body. He kneaded my breasts, thumbs caressing over my nipples, causing me to hiss with need.

I could feel my core clenching around him as more heat spread through my blood. His hands traveled down my body to grip my hips and lift them off the ground, adjusting his angle to hit me just where I liked it.

“Ah!” I cried out as my hands reached down for purchase in the grass. My mind was lost to the rush of ecstasy that coursed through my veins, lighting everything on fire.

“Fuck, do you have any idea how wet you are?” he growled. “I should hunt you down like this more often.”

Darren increased his pace, fucking me harder until I was crying and coming all over his cock, euphoria clouding all of my senses. I hadn’t even come down from the high before Darren was flipping me over onto my hands and knees.

Holding tight, he surged back into me, keeping me in place as he rocked into my body, his steel cock driving me fucking insane. Wrapping his fist in my hair, he yanked me back, forcing my gaze to focus on the pole in front of me. The one I had failed to reach in time.

“You were so close.” He snickered, the smile on his lips caressing my ear.

I stretched my neck, clicking my tongue. “I’ll just steal one like I did your bike,” I spat through gritted teeth.

I couldn’t stop the chuckle escaping as Darren growled and instantly hauled me back by my hair until his chest slammed into my shoulders. One hand exchanged my hair for my throat while the other slipped low to pinch my clit, causing me to jerk in his hold. All the while, his dick never missed a beat.

“Ah!”

His hand clutched tightly around my neck, squeezing just enough to make my hands reach up to grip his forearm. He pounded into me from behind with such force, such delicious agony, I could barely catch my breath as my fingernails clawed angry red streaks down his arm.

When I came a second time, my entire body tensed as a violent wave of pleasure washed over me. At that, Darren shoved my face into the ground, fucking me through my orgasm right into the dirt as he finally came, a primal snarl ripping from his throat.

Sated, he fell over top of me, blanketing my body with his while keeping most of his weight on his elbows that were planted on either side of my head. A few seconds passed between us as we both tried to catch our breath, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Better luck next time,” he jested, the taunt making me want to elbow him in the ribs. But I couldn’t move if I wanted to. He was fucking everywhere, his large body covering mine so easily, I felt trapped beneath him. Like a damn rabbit in the jaws of a wolf.

Glancing up, I could only see the underside of his chin and some grass as he hovered over me. A throat punch would be so easy from this angle.

“Oh, believe me, there will definitely be a next time,” I replied gravely.

21

Victor

A week had gone by since I’d run Jaden down in the woods. And while she tried not to sulk about it, I could still see the lingering aftereffects of her defeat.

As much of a hard-ass as I was on her, I understood her disdain for her regression since the accident. But the chase had been just the motivation she needed to keep working, to push even harder.

And I had to admit I was ready for her to finally get back into fighting shape. I was starting to miss the physical conflict, but it would mean sacrificing my obsessive desire to keep her dependent on me. I couldn’t have both, no matter how much I wanted it.

But it became that much harder when I watched her flick that goddamn spider off her shoulder like it was nothing. I felt my entire world tilt for a moment, unsure how to react. Jaden was terrified of spiders, and I had lost count of the number of times I had killed them for her over the years—the only time she ever saw me as her hero.

When did she stop being afraid of them? How the hell did that even happen?

It was just one less thing she needed me for, and it made me fucking snap in half. I ended up prolonging her recovery even more, much to my own detriment, but I couldn’t accept that level of independence. Not yet.