...eeth causing her discomfort. I doubt I would have stopped even if I heard. The world could collapse around us and she would be the only thing that mattered. HereÖ In my arms.
I continued biting and sucking her on her neck each time harder. She was mine and each time she looked at herself she would now know it. I would know it. I loved the thought of marking her as my own. The primal instinct inside me screaming that I mark her. I sucked harder.
I didnít stop grinding as I did all this. The conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain swamped her wave after wave. She was not much shorter than myself so when I grinded my length into her she received it directly between the most sensitive and private area of her thighs.
Her breath was warm against my hair. I had released her hands without realizing it some time ago and she had entangled them in my hair. Sometimes pulling sometimes pushing as if unsure whether she wanted this. I didnít give her a choice though. I still had her pinned against the tree and my grinding never stopped. Deeper and deeper. Slowing down then getting faster again. But the proof of my arousal unmistakably there. I couldnít stand this.
I pushed her jacket off her shoulders and my own onto the ground. She seemed to be mesmerized by the sight unable to move. I grabbed her and forced her do...