Loss of Control

"Excuse me...do you have the time?"

My question was innocent enough, and yet she still looked up at me with wary eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't. The bus should come soon though, I've been here a while."

I hesitated, and nodded. She went back to reading her book, and all I could do was stare. She was here every day, waiting to go home from where ever she had come. Usually the bus stop was packed but tonight it was only the two of us. She was so beautiful, I wondered why she didn't have anyone to pick her up- or a car of her own or something. It seemed so unfair for something so beautiful and perfect to have to struggle. Her black hair framed her face in ringlets and the way she stared up at me from beneath those bright red bangs and long eyelashes was luscious. The way she did her eyeliner made her eyes look animalistic- wild and hungry.

I suddenly realized that those eyes were staring up at me again, and that I hadn't moved or sat down. I was just standing there, gawking at her. "Did you need something else?"

I bit my lip, nodding slowly. I could taste my own sweat. She was looking at me expectantly, not unpleasant but questioning. She scooted away from me and stood up. There wasn't really any place to go in the small covered area but she made due. "Well?"

By now the book she had been reading was closed and in her bag. I was betting she knew something was up. I stepped toward her and closed the space between us before I lost my nerve. I could feel her breath against my shirt, hot and quick. I put my hands on her arms and bent to kiss her. It was only a peck really, I was too nervous for anything else. She struggled, began to protest. I squeezed her arms tighter and pushed her hard against the glass. She gasped and I knew I'd been too rough, but I didn't care. I couldn't wait any longer.

I kissed her again, roughly, plunging my tongue between her lips. I was squeezing her arms hard enough to bruise, and she made little moaning sounds into my mouth. I could feel her desire blossoming from the pain, as I had imagined it would. She was kissing back, passion rising in her like an animal waiting to be released, fueling my own until my lust for her became evident, straining against my jeans.

I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were wide, and wild; terrified. And yet under the fear I could see her need. Fear and lust were rolling off of her in waves, so strong it threatened to suffocate me. Her lips were red and swollen from my assault on them, begging for more. There wasn't any going back now. I grabbed the front of her shirt and dragged her out of the small structure and towards the trees. Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Wait..."

Before she could say more I pulled her to me and kissed her again. She was weak with desire, her tiny struggles like the wings of a butterfly on my chest. I put my finger to her lips, "Shhh. I'll give you what we both want."

I turned and kept pulling her, her answer unknown to me. I let go long enough to take off my coat, throwing it on the ground. It spilled out wide, long and big enough to lay her on. I fell back onto it, dragging her down with me. I wasted no time and rolled on top of her, parting her legs with my knee. She was so scared that I could smell her fear, like expensive perfume. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head to the side and leaving her neck painfully exposed. I bit her, savagely, sucking at her sweet flesh. She cried out, pain and pleasure mingling in the strangled noise. Reaching beneath her skirt, I delved two fingers inside of her. I laughed against her flesh as she went rigid with the sensation. I untangled my fingers from her hair and reached up her shirt, tearing at her bra. It came free, the fabric parting easily. Lace was so easy to tear.

She was so exposed. I could feel her hot blush against my cheek. Her breath was coming in gasps, and she squirmed beneath me. A hand came up and grabbed my hair, ripping me from her neck. I braced myself, ready to put up a fight to keep her beneath me. Instead her lips met mine and she kissed me, deep and passionate. She was such a skilled kisser, it made me wonder what else she could do with her mouth. I felt her shaking hands pull my shirt up, her fingers caressing my chest, pausing at my nipples. She pinched one hard enough to make me wince. I guess two could play at this game.

I pulled my soaked fingers from her and pulled away from her mouth, replacing my eager kisses with my wet fingers. She was tasting herself, her eyes closed in enjoyment. The sight was enough to make me lose it. I tore at my zipper until I could free myself. I had waited long enough, it was time to take her. I tore her panties from her, leaving her sweet pussy bare to my assault. I pulled her close to me, her arms trapped by mine, her fingers digging into my back. I could feel the leather of her boots as she urged my body towards hers with her legs.

I groaned and slammed myself into her. She cried out, her nails digging into my skin. The pain sent a shock through my body and I began to fuck her faster, a rhythmless, bestial pace, deeper and deeper until I could hear her breath hiss between her teeth. "Yesss..."

Her body arched against mine, and I could feel her taut nipples against my chest. I pulled her shirt up the rest of the way, and nuzzled one of her large breasts. She held my head to her and I began to suck on one of her nipples, rolling it against my tongue and teeth. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, and I hoped she was as close. I delved into her again and again, her hot pussy like crushed velvet against my hard cock. She convulsed helplessly beneath me, her orgasm rocking her body to the core. It sent me over the edge and I came inside of her, a ragged moan escaping my lips.

Her body went slack, and I looked at her face, her eyes fluttering as though she were going to pass out. I brushed a lock from her cheek and kissed it gently. She smiled, and her world went black. I snuggled her close to me and sighed. Never had a hunter's catch been so delicious, so precious. She would be my new pet.