Through The Woods Pt 06

He guided me back home after he attacked me in the woods, always one step behind me as I walked up to my house, and I let him. Now, hours later, I'm laying in my tub and try to relax my sore muscles. Candles are burning and the foam of my bath supplement covers my bare body. I unsuccessfully try to read the book in my hands, but my thoughts keep wandering back to what happened earlier today. His hands that's been touching every inch of my body, his weight as he fucked me from behind, his cock that fit into my pussy like it was made for me. Just thinking about it works me up again and I try to calm myself. Heat crawls up my spine as I spy that the shadows of his fingers are slowly becoming visible on my hips. I still can't believe that I let some total stranger fuck me in the fucking woods, but there's also that feeling that he won't do me any harm. If he would, he had every chance to do so already. His presence calms me and arouses me just the same amount.

I close my eyes, letting my hands wander down my sides between my legs. My fingers circle slothful circles around my clit and the light touch has me squirming immediately. The sun goes down right before my window and there's no light in this room besides the burning flames of the candles. A tiny moan leaves my mouth, I can't keep it from slipping out, and I dig my teeth into my lower lip. My hand slides between my legs, I spread them wider now, and it's ridiculous how wet I am. If he's watching me? I want him to see, want him to know what he does to me. This state of horny makes me dumb. Because otherwise I can't explain it that I want him to come and take me again. I don't even know his name, nor anything else about him. He's stalking me goddammit and God only knows how many times he was in this house without me being here. And yet I can't think of anything else but his thick cock destroying my guts.

"Don't be scared, I couldn't help but intervene," it mumbles into my ear before a big hand grabs mine and helps me move my fingers around. My eyes open fluttering, looking up at him matching his glance. His beautiful blue eyes are darkened in arousal, and his gaze is heated, sends shivers up my spine and all over my body. When I arch my back my heavy breasts break through the surface of the water, my nipples hard like diamonds. He kneels right besides the tub, hungry for me, starving even. The fingers of his other hand tug on my sensitive nipples, alternating on one after the other and my eyes close again, my lids to heavy to keep them open. "Eyes on me, Kitten," he commands, pinching my nipple again.

It costs me everything to obey his wish and he rewards me with his index finger that joins mine and stretches me out. My tongue slips out, moistens my dry lips, before I can't help but moaning again. "Please." I don't know what I'm begging for, but he seems to know exactly what's going on. The word is nothing more than a whimper, a cry for him. His finger slips out of my body as he stands up, silently commanding me to keep going. My fingers slip in and out in a lazy but steady rhythm, bringing me closer to my orgasm with every thrust. He looks down to me, so tall, so muscular, so unbelievably sexy that it almost hurts, as he begins to unclothe himself.

His hoodie falls to the floor, his jeans is next, and we don't lose eye contact for a single second. When he's naked I don't have much time to admire his body, to drool over the abs, to swallow aggressively when I see what made me so sore this morning. He smirks down at me, gestures me to move forward in the tub, so he can slip in too. Placing his massive body right behind me, he lets the water spill over the edge, before he grabs my waist and pulls my back against his chest. "I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going for me. Tease your sore pussy, show Daddy where it hurts the most," he whispers into my ear and it's making me whimper. I'm squirming between his thighs as I begin to caress myself again, sliding two of my fingers in and out. Both of his hands find my breasts, kneading and massaging them.

I'm begging again. "Please." Again, nothing more than a whine whimper. He chuckles, his chest trembling against my back, but he doesn't lose his steady rhythm tugging on my nipples. My whimpers turn into moans, my moans into sobbing while he's teasing me. His hard cock is pressed between my ass cheeks, begging for attention that won't be granted. I decide to pay it back to him and push back against that throbbing hard on causing him to grunt deeply. Smirking into myself I do it again and again, thrust forth against my fingers and back against his erection, my head laying on his shoulder, his hands on my tits.

"I know what you're trying there, Kitten," he half chuckles, half moans into my ear.

"Is it working?" I'm sure he can hear the smirk on my lips. Without another word his hands grab my ass and lift me up, placing me on his thick cock, impaling me with one deep thrust. My scream is deafening, my sore cunt and muscles protest the sudden action. "FUCK!" I cry out but his hand finds my throat, cuts off my air and my scream turns into a wheeze. He won't move, keeps completely still, and my pussy clamps around his cock, tries to adjust around it.

"There's one thing you have to understand, Kitten. My rules, always my rules. Understood?" Before I get to answer he thrusts up and my eyes roll back. His tight hand around my throat and his cock filling me out, is almost too much. I'm not able to make a single sound except the sobbing grunt that's constantly leaving my mouth. Tears run down my face, drip down on his body, as I get lost in the feeling of being impaled alive. He thrusts into me slowly but steady, pulls out almost completely before he enters me again. My sore pussy protests but the pain becomes pleasure quickly. The hand that's not squeezing my throat finds my oversensitive clit, causes me to jump trying to get away from it. But he won't do anything but chuckle, pressing his thumb on my throbbing spot with no mercy.

A scream for mercy leaves my mouth but my wish won't be heard. His thumb rubs my spot on my pussy, his cock tortures the one inside me, and my orgasm comes without any warning. It's crashing down on me, ripping me apart, as I squirt all over his cock and hand and milk him with my spasming walls. He's grunting into my ear, chanting my name as he finds his release, floods me with his cum. My exhausted body falls onto his, his cock still inside me. I can feel it throbbing deep inside, still so very hard. He thrusts up again, causes me to beg. "Please, I can't. Please stop. Please." Me, laying on his chest, constantly sobbing and pleading and he wraps his arms around me, gently fucking me from underneath.

He slides in and out, my pussy's screaming for a break, my brain is silent. There's nothing but him and I in this moment, forgotten the fact that we're two strangers that shouldn't lie in the bathtub together. Closing my eyes and a moan crawls up my throat, encouraging him to take up pace. Nothing in me can keep him from taking what he wants, and I don't even dare to try. My release bursts out of me but I'm too tired to scream. I'm shivering and shaking, sobbing overwhelmed by these feelings. He explodes just shortly after, less intense as before, but still with a delicious moan.

Pulling his cock out of my destroyed center, he begins to wash me, cleans up the mess we made. His gentle touch has me drifting away and with the last brush of his hands I'm almost asleep. He steps out of the tub, me in his arms, and dries our wet bodies before walking up to my bedroom. As my head hits the pillow, I'm fast asleep. The last thing I feel is his lips against my forehead and the next moment he is gone.