I held his hair in my fists harder as pleasure rocketed through me. I loved his lips and tongue between my legs, and it felt better than I could have guessed. He reached up and slipped his hands under my shirt, finding my nipples and teasing them as he sucked my clit.
I moaned loudly, head tipped back, mine a blank of need and want. He spread my legs wider and pressed three fingers up my wet pussy, smirking up at me.
“You’ll take it wherever, won’t you?” he asked. “You’ll do whatever I say because you know it’s what’s good for you.”
“It’s bad,” I moaned.
“Good. I want it to be bad.” He fucked my pussy, pushing his fingers deeper. “I want you to feel how wrong it is to get fucked out here like this. I want that pussy dripping wet. I want you to be a soaking mess, begging for more.”
“Oh god Wyatt,” I moaned. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”
“You need it?” He smirked at me. “I know you need it. Beg me.”
“Please,” I moaned, over and over. “Please. I need to feel you inside of me.” I pulled his hair back.
He gasp and grunted, smiling. “You fucking dirty girl.” He stood. I held onto his hair and pulled again.
He grunted, grabbing my hips. He turned me, roughly pulling my arms and pinning them above my head on the tree.
“You want to get rough?” he asked. “You can’t handle rough.”
“I can handle you, asshole.”
He slapped my ass hard. I moaned.
“You think so?”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “Don’t be a pussy. Fuck me.”
He groaned and pressed his cock deep inside of me. I gasped as pain and pleasure mixed. He didn’t work me up to it, he just violently thrust deep inside of me. He took me by the throat with one hand, holding my wrist with his other, and began to fuck me hard.
“I know this is what you want,” he said. “You want to get fucked rough and dirty. You want to take cock out in the forest, have your arms pinned behind your back, your cunt used up. You want to be destroyed, broken, and panting.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh fuck, Wyatt.”
He pumped roughly into me, fucking my pussy, his body slapping against my ass. He released my throat and pulled my hair, fucking me like an animal.
I wanted him to break me. I needed him to break me. I needed him to show me just how strong he could be, just how powerful we could be together. I needed the pleasure that came with his intense body slamming against mine, filling me. I wanted his cum deep inside of me. I wanted to feel it dripping down my legs as I was left gasping for air on the floor.
He twisted my wrists, pinning my hands behind my back. He pushed my face against the tree as he continued to fuck me hard and rough.
“That’s right,” he grunted. “Work back against my cock.”
I pushed my hips back, moaning, mind a total blank. I worked my ass against his cock, sliding down his thick shaft as he pumped into me.
He reached around my hips with his free hand, keeping my wrists pinned behind my back, and began to work my clit. He rubbed it in expert circles as he fucked me, out bodies working together. Sweat was dripping down my skin but I didn’t care. There was only Wyatt, his body fucking me, our bodies working together.
I felt his lips brush my ear. “Come for me, you filthy fucking girl,” he said. “Come on my big fat cock. Moan my fucking name. And then I’ll fill you with my cum.”
“Yes,” I gasped, “Wyatt.” I could feel it building. “Fuck me harder, you asshole.”
He grunted and groaned, ripping into my cunt. We rutted like animals against the tree, our whole world only flesh and cum.
The orgasm swept over me as he pushed into me harder, pressing me against the bark of the tree. I moaned, saying his name over and over as my body tensed. It washed through me from my toes up to the top of my skull, leaving my lips a tingling mess, my pussy a destroyed bubble of pure pleasure.
As I convulsed, moaning, I felt his grip on my hips get stronger. His cock continued to fill me, ramming into my body, slamming me against the tree.
“Oh god, fill me,” I moaned, knowing he was close.
He grunted and I felt him come inside of me. I felt his hot cum fill my pussy as he continued working me, fucking me hard and deep. I tossed my head back in pure pleasure, wild with mindless need.
Slowly, we finished together. My orgasm passed and his finished. He slid himself out of me and collapsed onto the ground. I collapsed down next to him, panting, sweating, and feeling right.
“Welcome home,” I said to him.
He grinned at me. “Home is where you buy your guns.”
“Home is where you do that.”