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Running as fast as you can, you dart into the woods off the side of the road. Your lungs are burning behind your ribs, but you know you can't outrun him.
Not if he doesn't let you.
The feeling of being chased fuses with arousal and adrenaline, making you pick up your pace when you hear tires skid and kick up the earth behind you. The engine cuts abruptly behind you, followed by the drivers door opening and slamming shut.
You whip your head around, trying to gage just how much harder you need to start running-
You lose your balance and stumble, falling on your right shoulder and hip, hard. Adrenaline and the need to keep running pumps hot through your veins, even though you know there's no real danger. You whimper and skitter forwards crawling on your hands and knees to try to get momentum to jump up into a sprint, but you are halted by a leather glove closing around your ankle and pulling.
"No," you whine pathetically while clawing at the dirt, but it's no use. You're flipped by large hands at your hips, easily. Slender thighs straddle your own and pin you into the dirt. Panting hard, you push against the solid and immovable abdomen in front of you. Brown leather gloves grip your wrists immediately, pinning them to the ground above your head.
"Easy," he growls amidst his quick breaths. Above you looms your pursuer, backlit by the warm lit headlights of his hellcat. His dark silhouette is intimidating as it is thrilling. For a moment he tilts his head to his left and stills, watching you try and fail to shake him off of you.
He leans over you, lowering himself to nuzzle into your neck, forcing you to bare your neck for him. He groans-- purrs more like it, and inhales your scent deeply. With a shudder, he trails his slender nose from your collarbone to below your ear to nibble on the thin, warm, pheromone rich skin. Under his lips is your hammering pulse, and his teeth ache to bite, to mark what's his and taste the metallic tang of your blood.
His prey. His prize.
His grip tightens even harder on your wrists for a moment before he regains himself. Goosebumps spread all over your body, and you have to fight the urge to smile like the cat that got the cream. Your wrists are slowly and steadily brought together, despite your squiring, and crossed over each other by one large paw. The leather grinds on itself and squeaks in staccato under the power, the sound causing your lips apart which a small gasp.
His gaze falls there, a breath huffed out of his nose as he brushes the back of his free hand down the side of your face. You shiver and lean into the touch, hot breaths a stark difference against the cool leather as it comes to slide along the plush of your bottom lip.
The facade you two were putting up fell upon the tender touch but you remember yourself with excitement, and you catch his finger tip between sharp teeth and bite him just a touch harder than you've ever dared to.
Much too quickly, he catches your jaw roughly with his thumb and pointer fingers on either side of your face, the rest of his fingers trailing down the side of your neck.
You struggle against both of his unrelenting holds just to test him, and buck your hips to no avail underneath him.
"Are you done?" He spits, almost amused, giving you a slight shake of the head. "I caught you. I caught you. Stay."
Make me, you prepare to hiss at him but he slaps a hand over your mouth and smirks from above. You're shushed and cooed at- like one would try in efforts to soothe a small feral kitten. His arrogance does no other than fuel the fire between your legs.
"You're going to be good now. I'm going to take what is mine." He releases your mouth and shakes your jaw again to make you catch his eyes, his eyes soft and darting across your face. Butterflies flutter in your belly and you give a small nod, watching as he nods back and hardens his expression again. "Good."
The hand covering your mouth is removed and instead falling to then drag a knuckle down the expanse of your torso. It arrives at your waistband, your shiver bringing another smirk to his face.
"Stay." He commands with a rough squeeze to your wrists. Sitting up straight, his gloved hands plant themselves on your knees and drag them upwards. Your skirt is pushed up as he gropes you, revealing nothing underneath.
"Dirty girl," he groans, gaze glued to the spot. With haste he shoves a knee between your own and forces your legs apart. One hand slips between your thighs and collects some of your slick mess. Without warning he slips his middle finger in, curling and thrusting into you.
"Fuck!" You cry, hips bucking into his hand for more. You look down to see your wetness covering his covered palm.
Your head throbs as you throw it back with pleasure, back arching to the sky. The other glove lands on your lower stomach, pressing you into the earth again. Stars dance behind your eyelids when he adds another finger suddenly. You gasp and a groan is nearly punched out of you with the next thrust of his hand.
"Open your eyes," he snaps, you obey. His eyes are locked on yours, pupils blown wide. He kisses you deep and hungry, all tongue and teeth. You catch his lip and bite hard enough to draw blood, he hardly flinches, kissing across your face and down your neck.
He pulls back with a satisfied moan, hardly audible, upon seeing his blood smeared on you. Enough is enough, he pulls his fingers out of you, smearing your wetness on your thighs because it pleases him to see you be a mess for him.
His hand on your stomach leaves to squeeze himself through his jeans, then dexterously undoes his belt.
"Please..." you whimper and scoot away from him in attempt to run from it.
"No," he growls, belt snapping against the loops as he rips it free from its place. "You give me no choice."
Your world is flipped upside down as you're pulled to stand, then thrown over his shoulder. You try to gather yourself as you're bounced with each stride he takes. A car door is opened and suddenly you're thrown on your back in the backseat of his car. You scramble backwards with a giggle, kicking with no intention to hit him. He crawls towards you, catching your ankle again, and flips you over.
"C'mere," He wrestles your arms behind you and restrains you with his belt. You test it, and your heart swells knowing you could slip out of it if you really wanted to.
You arch your back and pull your skirt up, presenting your glistening pussy to him. Reaching blindly for him, he meets you halfway and intertwines his right hand with yours. He's straddling the back of your thighs, bulge straining in his jeans against them.
He brings his other hand to undo his jeans and pull his cock out, long and painfully hard. If you asked, he'd tell you he's been throbbing since he told you Five minutes is all the head-start you get. After that, you're all mine.
A throaty moan tore its way out of him as he strokes himself once, twice, again, then dragging the head up and down your slit in the same succession. He bumps your clit each time, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.
"Please, please," you whimper, cock drunk before he's even made his place inside of you. "I need it-"
"Sound like a bitch in heat," he said, mean, as he lines himself and shoves himself inside of you. "Take it, then."
Your mouth opens with a silent scream, you're stretched deliciously to your limit. Finally satisfied. Full of him again.
You hear a low fuuuuuuuuuck behind you, followed by some steadying breaths.
Left hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises, the right leaving yours to grip your hair and yank your head back. He pulls out, and thrusts back in, starting a punishing pace. Moans fly out of you with no abandon now.
Your mind and body surrenders to him. You lean into his hold and let him use you.
"There's my good girl," he praises, "just what you needed huh?"
"Yes, yes, fuck-" you grind back and somehow take him even deeper. He gasps and groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he drapes himself over you.
You somehow become even wetter being pinned down by him, hands writhing and grabbing at his favorite jacket. He huffs his breaths into your hair as fucks into you with powerful thrusts.
"Good fucking girl," he slides his hand down from your hip to circle your clit with precision. "Take me so well."
Your entire body clenches, making his hips stutter with a moan.
"Oh my god, yes, yessss-" you choke on your words as your orgasm is ripped from you, pussy pulsing around him.
"Shit-" heat spills deep inside you as he cums with you, filling you up. He gives a few more shallow thrusts that wonderfully overstimulate you.
You both stay there for a moment, with him still buried inside of you. You pant, small airy laughs slipping out. You clench around him just to hear him gasp. His hand returns to your hip and squeezes in warning.
"Naughty girl." He sounds just as ruined as you feel.
You collapse, and he slips out of you, pearly white cum slowly drips from you. He brings a hand down to push it back in, can't have it go to waste now.
You hear some rustling of clothes while the dissipating adrenaline leaves your body floating. A moment later his hands are on you, fixing your clothes, hair and removing the belt. He pets you, rubbing spots he knows are sore by now.
You whine softly as you realize he took his gloves off.
"Shhh, shh, baby, I got you," he's so soft with you now, warm fingers comforting you just how you need him to. "I got you."