“I’ve been trying to tell you that, and you’re just now figuring it out?” I grin, studying our surroundings. “Now, of all places, when I have you all alone in these woods?”
“I’m realizing my mistakes.”
“Pleasure or pain?” I thumb my bottom lip, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of Palmer’s chest.
“What?” She shakes her head, unsure what I mean.
“Which cries do you want to fill these woods with tonight?”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
Haven’t I, already?
“You sure about that?” I need this girl to see me for who I am. At least then, I can live with the things I plan to do. “I’ve hurt people before. Some out of necessity. Some by accident. Some for, let’s call it, fun.”
“You won’t hurt me, Marek,” she says with such confidence.
“What makes you so sure?” I shut my eyes and tighten my hands into fists, working hard to control myself. “A part of me really wants to.”
“Pleasure.”
Fuck. “What?”
“You asked me what cries we should fill these woods with, and I’m choosing pleasure.” She marches up to me, running a finger down my chest.
“What if I choose pain?” I wrap my fingers around her wrist and clench them against her soft skin.
“A lot of pleasure with a little bit of pain never killed anyone, now did it, Marek?” Palmer bites the corner of her lip, letting me know she wants me.
That’s all I need. I twist Palmer around and pin her chest against the unforgiving surface of a tree. The bark bites into her flesh, feeding me her whimper. She doesn’t complain, though, welcoming whatever I’m willing to do to her body. I grip her hips, digging my fingers into the flesh above her waistband.
“You have no idea what you’ve just done,” I whisper into her ear.
“Show me then.” She wiggles her tight little ass against my dick, and I hiss a sharp breath.
I reach around, unbuckling her jeans and lowering the zipper. The night air is cold, but I don’t second-guess dropping the denim to her toes. I run my hands up the back of her legs, loving the goose bumps covering her skin. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I run my finger over the front of her panties, feeling her arousal through the fabric.
“Why let me have you freely?” I lift the back of her shirt, biting at the skin around her shoulder blades. “Why do you let me do the things to you that you do?”
“Do I need to give you an explanation?” She spins around, pressing her back into the tree.
“Yes,” I demand, bending and bringing her panties down with me. She steps out of them, allowing me to be eye level with her sweet center. “I want to know.”
“No one ever come this easy?” She grins at me.
“Trust me, I’ll make you come, baby.” I bury my face between her thighs and drape one of her legs over my shoulder.
“There’s a one hundred percent chance you will rip parts of me to shreds, but on the off chance you don’t?”
“I’m going to,” I say against her pussy, then suck her clit until she squirms.
“And if you don’t, then I’ll have the pleasure of knowing I’ve created a little bit of chaos in Marek Hawthorne’s heart, even if it’s short-lived.”
Her words drive me mad, and I stand, twisting her to face the tree again. “Spread your legs, baby, and bend over.” I run my palm over her middle, smiling when she grips the trunk, readying herself for me. I pull a condom from my wallet and rip it open with my teeth.
I tug my sweatpants down, and she watches over her shoulder as I spring free from my pants and slip on the condom. What I wouldn’t give to feel this girl bare. Guiding my dick to her pussy and running the head over her slick folds is easy. They’re made for each other. I’m certain of that the moment I dip inside of her. She moans like she’s experiencing something she never has before.
“Deeper,” she demands, trying to push onto me.
I stop her, placing my hands on her hips to stall her. “Not yet.”
“It’s good, isn’t it?” She slips one hand between her legs. Her soft touch glides over my shaft.
“You’re trouble, Palmer Weston.”
“You said you wanted a little bit of pain, Marek. Don’t disappoint me.” She rubs her clit, and her walls clench around me.
“I won’t apologize if I hurt you.” My pace is steady but slow. She’s getting antsy with my lack