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scary bastard, I’ll give you a damn hunt, she thought.
She heard him call after her, a foreboding tone to his voice. “There’s nowhere to run.”
She dodged around another tree and felt a familiar tickle at her shoulder, spinning around the swat it away, another of the twig figures dangling from the tree. This time she took hold of it in both hands and yanked it down from the branch, raging at John. Did he know these were here? Had he put them there to scare her?
Asshole! She thought and flung it into the darkness just as his solid frame slammed against her back, pinning her face to the tree trunk. He pushed her arms flat, forcing her to hug the tree, then without so much as a moment’s pause, slid his hand up between her legs. She screamed against the sudden touch, and screamed only louder as his fingers slid inside her, his lips pressed to her ears, whispering in such warning tones that she shivered against him. The realization that John Fenn was touching her like that nearly knocked the wind out of her.
“Be a good girl,” he said, and she shivered.
Catherine took a deep breath, exhaling in ragged cries as he clenched her ass tight in his hands, opening her to him. A moment later, she felt the hard head of his cock slide against her, missing its target by just so. He retreated, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass away from the tree just enough to redirect himself, and with that, plunged home, pressing his full weight onto her and pinning her to the tree. She cried out, loud enough for anyone to hear. Yet she knew no one would. There was no one for miles in any direction.
He pressed his mouth to her ear, letting her feel the labored breaths, brushing her hair into her face as she braced against him. She clutched the bark of the tree, her hips pinned so roughly that the jagged surface was scraping at her bare skin. She didn’t protest. Her cheek pinned to the bark, and he thrust into her, his body curling around her.
“This is what you get for running,” he whispered, then bit into her shoulder, causing her to scream. She flailed her arms back at him, trying to hit whatever she could reach, but he simply grabbed her by the wrist and pinned her hand against the tree.
My God, John Fenn is inside me, she thought. The man she’d dreamed of for so many years, was taking her with such passion, she could barely keep her feet under her. Nothing had ever felt like this – the helplessness, the ache in her belly to be his. She wanted to tear her fingers into him and make him hers. He seemed to want the very same as he clamped his teeth into her shoulder again.
To keep her there, John’s entire body was in contact with hers; his knees knocking into the backs of her legs, his hips pressed against her ass as he drove inside her over and over, his chest pinned to her back. The only piece of him not wholly pressed to her was his head, as he moved from whispering in her ear to pressing his nose into the waves of her hair, smelling her like some hungry animal.
His breathing grew hoarser with each thrust and Catherine pressed her hands between her hips and the bark, feeling the sting of broken skin from John’s rough handling. He thrust into her then with such force that it lifted her to her toes, scraping her bare hips across the bark. She cried out, softly, bracing herself for more. John’s hands took hold of her hips and he retreated from inside her, pulling her away from the tree. Catherine hissed at the touch of his fingers at her hips and he spun her around, forcing her to face him.
In the moment he took to turn her, Catherine pulled from him, running deeper into the woods, her heart pounding. She heard him behind her, crashing through the underbrush, gaining on her. He was faster than she would ever be, and she knew it, but she realized as her frightened screams gave way to mischievous laughter, she loved it when he chased her.
He grabbed her just twenty yards further into the woods and took her to the
She heard him call after her, a foreboding tone to his voice. “There’s nowhere to run.”
She dodged around another tree and felt a familiar tickle at her shoulder, spinning around the swat it away, another of the twig figures dangling from the tree. This time she took hold of it in both hands and yanked it down from the branch, raging at John. Did he know these were here? Had he put them there to scare her?
Asshole! She thought and flung it into the darkness just as his solid frame slammed against her back, pinning her face to the tree trunk. He pushed her arms flat, forcing her to hug the tree, then without so much as a moment’s pause, slid his hand up between her legs. She screamed against the sudden touch, and screamed only louder as his fingers slid inside her, his lips pressed to her ears, whispering in such warning tones that she shivered against him. The realization that John Fenn was touching her like that nearly knocked the wind out of her.
“Be a good girl,” he said, and she shivered.
Catherine took a deep breath, exhaling in ragged cries as he clenched her ass tight in his hands, opening her to him. A moment later, she felt the hard head of his cock slide against her, missing its target by just so. He retreated, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass away from the tree just enough to redirect himself, and with that, plunged home, pressing his full weight onto her and pinning her to the tree. She cried out, loud enough for anyone to hear. Yet she knew no one would. There was no one for miles in any direction.
He pressed his mouth to her ear, letting her feel the labored breaths, brushing her hair into her face as she braced against him. She clutched the bark of the tree, her hips pinned so roughly that the jagged surface was scraping at her bare skin. She didn’t protest. Her cheek pinned to the bark, and he thrust into her, his body curling around her.
“This is what you get for running,” he whispered, then bit into her shoulder, causing her to scream. She flailed her arms back at him, trying to hit whatever she could reach, but he simply grabbed her by the wrist and pinned her hand against the tree.
My God, John Fenn is inside me, she thought. The man she’d dreamed of for so many years, was taking her with such passion, she could barely keep her feet under her. Nothing had ever felt like this – the helplessness, the ache in her belly to be his. She wanted to tear her fingers into him and make him hers. He seemed to want the very same as he clamped his teeth into her shoulder again.
To keep her there, John’s entire body was in contact with hers; his knees knocking into the backs of her legs, his hips pressed against her ass as he drove inside her over and over, his chest pinned to her back. The only piece of him not wholly pressed to her was his head, as he moved from whispering in her ear to pressing his nose into the waves of her hair, smelling her like some hungry animal.
His breathing grew hoarser with each thrust and Catherine pressed her hands between her hips and the bark, feeling the sting of broken skin from John’s rough handling. He thrust into her then with such force that it lifted her to her toes, scraping her bare hips across the bark. She cried out, softly, bracing herself for more. John’s hands took hold of her hips and he retreated from inside her, pulling her away from the tree. Catherine hissed at the touch of his fingers at her hips and he spun her around, forcing her to face him.
In the moment he took to turn her, Catherine pulled from him, running deeper into the woods, her heart pounding. She heard him behind her, crashing through the underbrush, gaining on her. He was faster than she would ever be, and she knew it, but she realized as her frightened screams gave way to mischievous laughter, she loved it when he chased her.
He grabbed her just twenty yards further into the woods and took her to the
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