Page 7 of Untouchable

“I’m not about to change my mind,” she gasped, feeling the head of his cock nuzzling her. The light friction was exquisite torture.

He slid inside her in one fast stroke, nothing gentle or hesitant about the urgent lever of his hips.

Kelly bit her lip hard, her tight inner muscles protesting the substantial intrusion. She was clutching his shoulders, and her fingers dug into his flesh.

“Fuck!” he rasped, breathing hard against the skin of her neck. He repositioned his arms so that he was squeezing the cheeks of her ass with both hands, her thigh still hooked over his arm. “God, you’re tight. What kind of puny boys have you been fucking?”

Without waiting for an answer he wasn’t going to get, he began to pump into her, bending his knees to accommodate her slightly shorter body and driving into her with hard, lateral thrusts.

Kelly’s head fell back until it hit the tree, and she made a helpless noise as the initial discomfort from his size began to mingle with an urgent, growing need at her core.

The motion didn’t feel tingly and pleasant the way it had when he’d suckled her breast. But the friction felt full. And intense. And necessary.

Her muscles relaxed around him and started to cling to his cock, and she grunted every time he pushed his way into her body.

“You like it?” he demanded on an urgent exhale. His body was tense, and the muscles of his neck and thighs were straining as he thrust. “You want this?”

“Yeah,” she choked out, the discomfort forgotten as a new pressure began to build, coalescing all around where his hard length was sliding slickly inside her. “Yeah.” One breathless word on each of his thrusts.

Kelly tried to move her hips with his, wanting to intensify the friction the way she always did to make sure she reached orgasm. But she was trapped between his body and the tree, so she raised her leg higher in an attempt to wrap it around him.

In response to the frantic insistence of her leg, he lifted her thigh higher with his forearm. He grabbed her ass again, spreading her open to him more completely. “Fuck,” he gasped. “You want more?”

Now she was even more helpless, the one leg hanging over his arm and bouncing with their urgent motion. But she began to whimper as her pleasure spiraled up, the shift in position making the experience even hotter, more erotic. “Yeah,” she said hoarsely. “More. I’m not the little blossom you think I am. I can take everything you’ve got.”

He was grunting and panting now too, his face strained, damp, and dirty. His rhythm was becoming less and less controlled, and he was slamming into her, slamming her up and back into the tree with the force of his thrusts.

Her sore back was probably bruised, and her thigh muscles were aching from being stretched so unnaturally. Her butt was scraping against the tree bark, and she was sure the skin was now broken. And her pussy felt raw and overly sensitized from the rough stroking of his cock.

But Kelly had never felt so alive in her life. She felt wild and dirty and sexy as she whimpered and gasped in his arms. Tried to rock her pelvis into the pistoning of his hips.

This was who she really was. This was all she really wanted.

And nothing that happened in the woods—now or in the past—really mattered in any way.

She felt the pressure inside start to swell.

“Fuck,” she choked out, her voice almost unrecognizable and her damp hair clinging persistently to her blazing cheeks. “God, I’m coming.” Her body was shaking uncontrollably as the tension built up with each of his thrusts.

“Yeah,” he said thickly, visibly holding back his own release. “Show me how you come.” His eyes were like nothing she’d ever seen in all her life. “Show me how you come when a man is giving it to you.”

Hewasgiving it to her. She wasn’t making sure she came the way she normally did. All of him was big and strong and hardand too much. And all of him was pushing into her, pushing against her, pushing her over the edge.

Kelly came with a helpless sob, her body convulsing and her vision blurring. She felt him freeze, his cock buried inside her clenching muscles. Just as her waves of deep sensation started to lessen, she felt him pulsing inside her. Saw his tense face washed with an expression of helpless pleasure. Heard him give a rough, muffled shout as he finally let go of the tension.

Which was when she felt a familiar heaviness that always followed her orgasms.

Her body was saturated with a blissful languor in the wake of her climax, but she was more aware of the heaviness than normal. He was still holding her against the tree, his cock still sheathed inside her tight muscles, his hands on her thighs, his face buried in her neck, his breath even hotter than her skin.

She pushed against him slightly, just enough to get him to move back. In response, he let her slide back to her feet, and she leaned against the tree to keep herself upright.

“So what do you have to say now?” he asked, the smug smile returning to his lips, despite the pleased satisfaction reflected there.

Fuck, the man was arrogant. Not that he didn’t have reason to be. That might have been the best sex she’d ever had. But still. Nothing had changed. She was still at the edge of the woods with an arrogant stranger—and a client who hadn’t shown up.

She wanted to get away, to distract herself from the heaviness in her gut.

“Not bad.” She smiled at him so he wouldn’t think she was regretting what had happened.