Chased by Temptation
Running. I keep running from someone I don't even see. I know why they are chasing me, me and the others.
We all got a head start just so it was an actual chase, I know only one of them has actually got it out for me. Only one of them is allowed to touch me, but it doesn't matter. I enjoy the chase, I know at some point I will get caught, caught by him.
In front of me, I see the fence, the fence that makes this a private forest, our private playground. I turn so I'm now parallel to the fence, running from the inevitable, just for the thrill. I passed one of the others; she had already been caught.
Naked, she's steadying herself against a tree while her partner is roughly fucking her. I ran past them knowing that a similar fate was waiting for me. I occasionally look around; sometimes, I see nothing but forest, and occasionally, I see a couple in the distance. They all are having fun in different ways.
While I'm looking back to see if anyone is after me, I literally run into someone's arms, they grab me and spin me around to dissipate my movement. I try to wrestle free from this involuntary hug, but he is too strong, too large. I don't even have to look at his face to know who he is, I know these arms.
He is my chaser. He's the predator and I'm his prey. Outside of this forest, we are a "normal" couple, but right now, I know he only wants one thing. Me.
He spins me around in his arms, my face pressing into his chest. My feet find the ground again and I try to push myself away from him. I'm hot, I'm needy, but I still want to run from him, so I try to free myself but too no avail.
One hand over my back to hold me in place, the other, fingers interlacing itself into my hair, he tilts my head up. His eyes are like a tiger's that just found its victim. He smiles, a predatory smile. He finally got what he wanted, not what he deserved, and he's going to take it, no questions asked and not taking no for an answer.
The hand on my back moves to my shoulder and he presses me down to my knees. I can feel the slightly damp ground under my knees through my sweatpants. His other hand is still interlaced through my hair, keeping me in place. He then starts to undo his belt and pants. Soon I'm staring at his rock-hard cock, licking my lips in anticipation. He pulls my head closer, his member pressing against my cheeks. He commands me to open my mouth, and I obey. The moment it enters my mouth I am in a state of pure bliss. I can taste him, the musk, the sweat from chasing me.
His hand pulls me closer and him deeper into my mouth nearly making me choke. Holding me there for just a second and then pulling out again. One of my hands finds his leg for purchase to make sure I don't fall over, while my other hand slips into my pants. I lose all sense of time while he keeps roughly fucking my face.