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It only takes me a moment to start chasing after her. But I know what she’s doing. My little songbird wants to be chased after, to be caught. She wants me to claim her and force her to be mine.

I will give her just that.

Like a wolf chasing a small rabbit, I follow close behind her as she weaves between the trees. Her tits and ass bounce with each step, and it only drives me more wild to see her run from me. But I also let her run. I let her feel like she is just a step ahead of me.

A branch snags her foot, and as she crashes down, I’m on her. Straddling her thighs, I push her dress over her ass to see the glorious view of it in tights. She’s still not wearing any underwear, as I had instructed, and it makes me want to weep from how fucking hot she is.

June struggles underneath me, and I give her ass a light smack. “Gotcha, songbird. Will you sing for me?”

“No,” she spits back.

I flip her over and straddle her hips, letting her feel how hard my cock already is.

“What will it take?” I tease, roughly squeezing her tits in my palms. So fucking soft, and I can feel her hard nipples under the bra. I want to see them. I start slipping the coat she wears off her shoulder, the strap of her dress and bra with it.

“Marcelo,” she barks. “If you want me to be yours, make me sing for you.”

She wants me to fuck her in these woods.

And, God, do I want to. But I won’t. Not here, not with Daren on her mind, not with her body as a consolation prize.

So no, I won’t fuck her. But there are other ways to claim her.

I drag my thumb along her lips.

“Show me your tits,” I demand. I back up a bit, bringing her into a seated position with me. She scowls at me, but I know it’s an act—I can feel her body practically vibrating from adrenaline and excitement under me. June shrugs out of her coat, then I help her pull the dainty straps past her elbows and she removes them the rest of the way.

Still scowling at me, pouting those plump lips, she holds the dress to her chest.

“Show me, songbird.” Yanking at the hemline, she lets me pull it down, along with the bra, to reveal her swollen, perfect tits. Her pink nipples are hard in the cold, and my hands instantly find them like a magnet, twisting the hardened pebbles. Her tits are heavy and full, and I can’t help pressing my groin against them, feeling them against my cock.

I grab her chin and force her to look up at me, to look at the cross on my mask. “I want you to praise me, songbird. Worship me. Show me your devotion.”

Her act falters as her eyes fall to my strained zipper. “I—I don’t know how—” She looks up at me again through those thick dark lashes. “Will you guide me?”

I grunt, gripping her chin harder. “Yes.”

She takes a deep breath, and the determination returns to her eyes, her lips set, and her eyes focused. Her fingers shake, just a bit, as they reach for my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping me.

“Good, now reach into my briefs and pull me free.”

She does as I tell her, and a jolt of electricity sparks down my body the moment she touches my cock. Her hands are cold, but fuck, they feel better than the fantasies I’ve had of this. Her long fingers grip my shaft, her thumb dancing along a vein, as she pulls my cock out.

Immediately, June gasps. Her cheeks are so red, it’s hard to say how much is from seeing me and how much is from the cold, but her lips pop open in shock as she studies me.

“This is supposed to fit inside of me?”

I chuckle. “Ideally. Take your time looking, mi amor .”

Her fingers glide over me, her doe eyes widening further as she finds my piercings. She presses one of the metal balls, and it makes my cock twitch. June startles as I groan through another chuckle.

“Are priests allowed—” she starts, but I cut her off.

“Got them before. When I was nineteen. I heard they’d make sex great for both parties.”

She blinks. “And . . . and do they?”

“Unfortunately, the healing process takes a long-ass time. Only got to try once before I took my vows.”

“And?”

“And they did.”

June licked her lips, her thumb still pressing gently into them.

“They’ll feel good against your clit too,” I tell her, working her up. “I can grind my cock against you, and these little balls will feel as though they were made to pleasure you.”

Her breath grows shaky, and I know she’s thinking about it—imagining it.

“All right, songbird, squeeze your tits around me,” I demand.

She startles again, but does as I say.

“Fuck,” I groan, and thrust into her, feeling the softness envelop me. “You feel so good.” I thrust between her a few more times, but stop myself. It’s amazing—too amazing—but it’s not what I want from her right now.

I want her mouth on me.

Still on my knees, I shuffle back. Her tights are torn at the knee, the sight sending my cock twitching yet again.

“On your hands and knees, songbird. Come suck my cock.”

June hesitates a moment, biting her lip before she swings her legs behind her and crawls to me. The sight of her tits hanging heavy nearly has me coming as she nears me, her ass in the air.

“Do I just . . . ?” she asks, her bottom lip quivering. I know she’s nervous, but she literally cannot do anything to make this bad for me. She could sink her teeth into my cock and I’d still erupt just because she’s touching me.

“I’ll help you. Open your mouth nice and wide, mi amor .” I pull her lip down. “Stick your tongue out, and remember to breathe through your nose.”

As she does what I tell her, I guide my cock to her mouth. The moment the tip of my head touches her sweet tongue, I nearly burst. June gasps around me, and it pulls another groan from my throat as my Jacob’s ladder presses against her tongue.

“That’s it, songbird,” I praise. “You’re doing so well already.” I thrust my hips, letting her mouth get used to the size of my head, the girth of me, before I force more of myself on her. “Ready for more?”

She nods, crawling closer as she sucks more of me down. My hand tangles in her hair, and it takes everything in me not to force her to take all of me, to feel my cock in the back of her throat, to hear her sweet gags around me.

With my free hand, I pull her dress over her ass again and reach over, squeezing her in my palm.

She moans around me, and it sends my hips bucking farther into her mouth. “Fuck, June. You’re so fucking good at this.”

With one hand gripping the hair at the base of her neck and the other squeezing her ass, June takes initiative. She closes her lips around me, creating a suction that makes me see stars before my eyes, as she also starts using her tongue around me. It’s hot and wet, and I can’t help thrusting farther into her.

“Fuck yes, good girl,” I push her head down my cock, hearing her gag. “Breathe, songbird.”

June bobs her head—the ambitious little she-devil—sucking more and more of me down, her tongue wrapping around me.

Suddenly, I want to feel how wet she is, feel how much she’s enjoying being used like this in the woods. My girl’s got a kink for being in public, and at any moment, cultists or demons can walk up on us. I know she must be dripping, and her pretty little cunt is right there, for any stranger to walk up and see as she’s on her hands and knees for me.

I move my hand, grabbing her ass and cup her pussy, finding exactly what I expected. She’s soaked. June stiffens under me, her tongue pausing.

“Don’t be embarrassed, songbird. I like how wet you get for me.” I grind my fingers against her, letting the wetness seep from her tights. June squeezes her thighs together, and I desperately want to plunge inside of her, force her thighs open. Force that tight cunt to swallow me whole.

But her mouth is doing wonders for now and I can feel the heat coil in my gut, ready to blow all over her.

She pauses again, letting my cock fall from her mouth, as she moans from my fingers pressing against her again.

“Does your jaw hurt, mi amor ?”

She nods, breathless.

“Let me help.” With the hand tangled in her hair, I grip her jaw, massaging under her ear. “Just open wide for me. I’ll do the rest. I’m already so close.”

June does as she’s told, sticking her tongue out.

I thrust my hips into her hot, wet mouth, massaging her jaw with each stroke.

I thrust my hips all the way to her lips, forcing my cock to hit the back of her throat. “I’m going to baptize you, Junia. You will be mine in body and soul, and I will cleanse your past, so you never have to be afraid, never have to fear being unwanted or uncared for. You are mine , Junia Forester, and I will make sure you know it.”

June closes her lips around me again, sucking me as I thrust into her.

“Good fucking girl,” I tell her. “Show me your mine. Use your tongue, baby.” Curling her tongue around my head, and laying it flat against me, pressing into the piercings, I feel myself ready to come.

I thrust a few more times before—

“Ah, June,” I moan, pulling out of her mouth just as I come hard, spilling myself all over her gorgeous fucking tits. Fifteen years—fifteen fucking years since I’ve allowed myself to come—and it was worth waiting every second so I could come for her.

She pants, sitting back on her calves, her tights stretching over her thick thighs. “I am yours, Marcelo.” Her cheeks are still so red, even as she dips one hand between her thighs and rubs herself, letting her fingers gather her wetness. She pulls me closer and rubs her delicate fingers against the mask, pressing against my lips. “But you are just as much mine.”

I chuckle under the mask before leaning back like she is. I take my thumb and, using my come, I draw a cross between her tits right where her heart pumps rapidly in her chest.

“And so I shall cleanse you in pleasure. Amen.”