*Danika*
The car came to a screeching halt along the tarred road beside a forest, just like the other day. My hand went to my chest to slow my breathing while maintaining my poker face and my resolve not to speak to him, not even look at him.
I can’t hear him in the first place, so how can I respond to what I don’t hear? I know it was hurting him that all the while he has been talking, I was paying deaf ears-only listening to my music. I saw his mouth moving but I was not interested in whatever he had to say. Just because he came to pick me up from work or would I say his meeting me on the road is a coincidence, and now he feels he I should listen to him?
Great! Talk about entitled arseholes.
I saw his right hand shooting out toward me but didn’t react fast to it as it held onto the earpiece and in a yank snapped the wires, his bristle voice coming through. “I am fucken talking to you, Danika!”
My nostrils flared at his arrogance. The oaf! How dare he? I whipped around to face him, wishing I could stab my two forefingers into his eyes however, he seem to have other plans. He opened his car door and jumped out, going around the car until he was by my side then the doors swung open and he literally ripped me out.
“Leave me the hell alone, Oaf!” I screeched, my fingers going to his face to bring to pass my imagination. It would be great for him to have my scratch mark on his face by dinner so that I would enjoy seeing him lie through his teeth to anyone that asks him how he acquired it. Nonetheless, he was fast enough and dodged before my fingers would meet him. He grabbed my two hands and raised them up, lowering his bulky body to pick me off the ground. I thrashed about, spewing all manner of invectives at him which he paid deaf ears to.
I was embarrassed beyond words. I was powerless against him as he towed me through the forest which I just found out he had driven to-I hadn’t paid attention earlier. “You will rot in Hades for everything you are doing to me, Alonso! You are nothing but the biggest douchebag in town! A coward! You can’t even accept me as mate yet you take liberties with me!”
Tears were streaming down my face when he finally dropped me down in the thick forest. I staggered back, my hands straightening my gown that had flown up when he held me up. I had felt his hands on my ass which gave me heat, but I refuse to acknowledge that feeling. Not now, not here in this isolated place where he could easily take advantage of it if I as much as show any iota of weakness.
Like an angry bull, I charged at him once more, my leg connecting with his midriff catching him unaware. I know he didn’t think I could deliver such a blow. Well, newsflash, hunky, this bitch has been training furiously. Before he would recover from the first, I delivered another one to his calf and made to take off, but I guess no matter how strong I think I am now, he is still the King.
In one stride, he grabbed me around the waist and slammed me against his hard chest. My breath was rapidly knocked out of me as I caught a whiff of that enticing masculine fresh scent of his. My brain became mushed, my struggle ceasing as his hold tightened more. I didn’t know which to fight-the fact that his hand was presently pressed tightly to my breast with my ass rubbing at something very hard, or the intoxicating male scent emitting steadily from him. I lost to him, instead, certain heat replacing my rebellion.
“Do we still have to fight, Munchkin?” He more like hummed, his teeth grazing my ear lobe, whispering in them. I stilled, my breath quickening. It would be mere stupidity to try to fight him further. With his powerful arms about me in this way and his scent destabilizing my reasoning, all I needed now was to feel him just like the other day. My body craved every touch of his, the wetness between my legs starting to throb.
“I told you I have the last say, didn’t I?” he drawled in a darkly clouded voice and slowly dropped me, twisting me about until I was face to face with him. His eyes had become unusual murky and his face dangerous. Without meaning to, I whimpered, my knees failing me. He picked me off the ground and began walking deeper into the forest, our eyes never breaking contact.
We soon got to a clearing with a mat spread out-as though he had this all planned out. He placed me on the mat, his leg kicking away a basket full of things I wasn’t interested in presently, due to the hot pie in front of me. His arm flexed as he threw off the striped shirt he was on, revealing his white vest which came next. My eyes followed the movement closely, not wanting to miss any part of it.
My mouth was watering at the glimpse of his bared body, desiring to run my hands through those rippled muscles. To feel his heartbeat, to know if they were beating the way mine was. I wanted to do so many things but didn’t as a result of dread. What if he cursed at me or maybe doesn’t want me to? Then as if he was reading my thought, his hand took mine and placed it on his chest eliciting a low growl from him. His heart was indeed beating. Very fast. It gave me immeasurable pleasure, knowing I make him feel this way.
He leaned closer to pull me flush against him, his nose going to my neck to inhale deeply. “Mine!” he groaned, sucking into my neck. I tilted my head to the side, to give him room to wreak havoc on me.
“You are just as sweet as the lilies, Danika,” he whispered, lifting his head off my neck to cup my face in his large hands. Our eyes fought through lust-filled dark lashes, none willing to submit. Then like an untamed hurricane, he swept in and captured my lips in a kiss. I responded quickly, boldly starting to run my hands on his biceps. I wanted to feel him more. I molded my body into him, beginning to make sounds I didn’t know I was capable of.
Our lips were locked in a heart-melting kiss, his tongue thrusting in and out of my throat. He captured my lower plump lip and bit into it, eliciting a gasp from me which didn’t stop him. He sucked at the lower lips as if to tame the pain, before going to the upper one, his hands now unzipping my gown that soon pulled around my waist, leaving my full breast secured in a bra, to his view.
The bra came off next, after which he palmed my breasts and gave them a gentle tug. I moaned aloud and shut my chest out into his hands, this sweet sensation turning too great for me to bear. He tore his lips from me, catching my hair, and flung off the bind which left my hair cascading down my body in waves. Like an injured animal, he growled painfully and again detained my lips in another round of kisses. By now, I was dripping down my legs, the same sensation from the other day, building up. I wanted him so badly but I couldn’t tell him.
“What’re you doing to me, Danika?” My brain was not making out words clearly but I heard that. And this is like the third time he was asking me a question that is clearly ironical. I was supposed to be the one asking that, judging from how he has been treating me and how my treacherous body keeps accepting his touches shamelessly.
He pinched my nipples and slid low from my lips to grasp one perky bud in his mouth and licked thoroughly. By now I was a mess, I didn’t know what to concentrate on. My hands were all over him, seeking for something indiscernible.
Then when I thought I have felt it all, I froze when his practiced hands slid into my gown straight to my quivering feminity and cupped it. He ran a finger at the entrance while his mouth was still on my breast, then in a flash, he thrust a finger inside. I cried out, holding his head to my chest starting to tremble. He retrieved his hand, his mouth leaving my breast, causing me to hiss in anger and gape at him.
There was an arrogant smirk on his face showing he won… not like I cared. This is what I want now, and until this is done, I am totally shameless. He nudged me backward until I was flat on my back on the mat, then he came on top of me and took my nipples in his fingers to tweak them. I closed my eyes, grabbing his arms for stability and life.
His finger traveled back to my now naked feminity and started pumping his finger inside of me. I was shaking, sweating profusely, and calling out his name. He removed everything he was wearing, his big member staring directly at me. I became scared. How is that supposed to fit into me? It increased my anxiety that the moment his mouth touched my taut clit, I shook violently and came all over his hands.
It made him cheerful and for the first time since I knew him, he smiled at me. I blushed, finding the new extra exquisite look very strange on him. But, I liked it.
“Do you want to taste me too?” he asked me, making me more nervous. But, wanting so much to please him, I nodded and sat up from the mat, gathering every courage I have to touch him there. The sound that erupted from him both scared and emboldened me. He stood and guided me to a kneeling position-my face on his shaft now.
This is going to be one hell of a fascinating ride, I just hope I don’t flunk this trial.
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