I was a recent college graduate and although I worked in the large city, the forty-five minute drive to work was worth the fresh air and beautiful landscape.
I slowed my pace until I was walking and humming along to the music from my iPod. I wanted to enjoy the morning air. The sun’s early rays created a peaceful glow among the forest vegetation that made my heart feel as light as air.
With the music on blast and the cool morning air cooling down my sweat, I felt completely happy and relaxed. I looked around and enjoyed the peacefulness that seemed to only settle in the forest. Little birds flew around, chasing after one another, the trees danced as the wind blew through them and the bright sun shined its greatest light to let the world have fun. Everything was beautiful.
In the midst of my admiration for nature, I felt a dreary feeling come over me. Chills ran down my spine and I immediately turned down the volume to my iPod.
Something wasn’t right; the air was too still. I realized that not a single chirp was made by crickets and that the birds were no longer singing and chasing each other.
I heard a whoosh of air and I turned around to find my face inches from a stranger’s. I stumbled back and felt the soft earth move from under me. I lost my footing and rolled down the slope. My body painfully collided with every stone and twig before I rolled straight into a tree trunk.
I groaned as pain shot through my entire body. I was badly bruised and I was sure I had sprained my knee.
“Sorry love, I didn’t mean to scare you,” a thick husky southern drawl rumbled out of nowhere.
I turned to see where it came from and my mouth went dry once I saw the owner of the voice. He was over six feet tall, rippled muscles from head to toe, and his piercing hazel eyes had a certain coolness that terrified me, yet made me want to devour him.
He loomed over me and I was in awe at his utterly perfect frame. His long straight nose, strong jaw, full lips, and his dark bronze and copper toned hair made me gulp in hunger for him. My panties began to moisten at the sight of the delicious male specimen in front of me, making me almost crazy with need.
“Well, congratulations,” I said, trying to make my voice sound bitter. “Not many people can sneak up on me.”
I attempted to lift myself up by letting the tree support my weight but my knee collapsed under me and I cried out in pain. He darted to my side in a blink of an eye and touched my knee, inspecting the large bruises that had begun to form around the top and to the slight inside of my thigh. I bit my lip in pain as he gently squeezed my knee.
“It looks like it could be fractured,” he said, his fingers still resting on the inside of my thigh.
I shivered involuntarily as the cool damp earth began to suck the heat out of my body.
“I’m fine. I’m sure it’s just a sprain,” I said.
There was no way I was going to a hospital, the very idea sickened me.
“Miss, I would have a much lighter conscience, if you at least let me take you to a hospital,” he said, his hazel eyes gazing into mine.
I felt a sudden urge to trust him. He looked so sincere.
“No. No hospitals. They terrify me,” I said stubbornly.
“Then at least let me take care of it for you,” he said, smiling.
“Fine,” I said, sighing in defeat. “My house is just past these trees.”
He leaned in towards me and I clung to his shoulder for support. We walked slowly but surely and managed to make the trip to my house. He effortlessly picked me up and carried me up the small set of stairs into the house and set me down on my kitchen counter.
“Do you have a medicine cabinet so I can get some of the swelling to go away?”
I tried not to be distracted by his sexy southern drawl or stare at anything but his face as he was talking, but my eyes had a difficult time finding anything not sexy on him. I was like a cat in heat.
“If you go down the hall, there should be a door to your right. Inside the bathroom, there should be a cabinet with some of the basics,” I managed to say as normally as possible.
A few minutes later he returned with some bandaging tape and some aspirin. I swallowed a few as he picked up a wet cloth and cleaned off the dirt, being incredibly gentle. He walked over to my fridge and looked inside. He finally comes back with the frozen peas bag and rested it against my knees.
“There, that should help with the swelling and the bruise,” he said, as he continued to hold onto it.
“Thank you,” I said, awkwardly.
After a few moments of awkward silence, he cleared his throat.
“So, did you mean the door to the right or the door to the left?”
I gulped with dread. The bathroom was on the left and my bedroom was on the right. I felt the heat in my cheeks increase with embarrassment.
Earlier that morning I had awoken feeling incredibly horny and had pulled out my vibrator to calm down the lustful urges that came over me.
Had I put it away?
“Umm. I’m not sure,” I responded hesitantly.
His gaze was penetrating as he stepped in between my legs until his face was merely inches from mine.
“I found quite a pleasant surprise. It seems that you need a bit of servicing, ” he said, drawing out every word slowly and seductively, making my breathing hitch.
I said nothing, completely in shock at his straightforwardness.
“It smelled absolutely delectable in there.
How did he know that?
My thoughts were pushed out of my head as his lips descended down to my neck. His hands pulled my top off and quickly but carefully pulled down the waistband from my shorts.
“That vibrator didn’t exactly do the job did it? You want a hard cock in your tight pussy, shafting you, opening you right up, huh?”
I nodded hesitantly, way too turned on to think correctly. He growled lustfully before kissing me fiercely, biting into my lower lip making me gasp.
I pulled his t-shirt off of him and kissed him back just as fiercely, the wet delta between my legs getting more and more sensitive. I pulled his hair and licked his neck.
“Well sweetheart, all talk and no game. What happened to that famous southern hospitality?” I asked seductively, my animalistic lust taking control as he created a fire in me that was in need of extinguishing.
His eyes twinkled deviously before he gently laid me down on the counter top. He laid out butterfly kisses down my chest to my hard nipples, sucking them. I suppressed a moan until his fingers hooked on to my underwear. With a huge jerk, he ripped them off of me and my arousal became clear. I sat up and grabbed the waistband of his shorts to free his cock, but he pushed me down back onto the counter top.
His hands brushed up against the inside of my thighs before dipping a blunt finger into my slit. He raised his finger up to my lips and I sucked on it with relish, tasting myself, while staring into his eyes. I heard him groan before he removed his fingers from my mouth and trailed them down my body, reaching my cliterous. He rubbed it skillfully and I moaned out heavily. He then inserted two fingers into my crying delta and bent down to suck on my juices. His tongue flicked my clit and his fingers moved around looking for a certain spot, angling around until he found it. My moans pitched higher as his tongue and fingers worked together to throw me over the edge. The sheer pleasure was overwhelming and my head began to roll around distractedly.
“Please, don’t stop,” I begged him, pleading for release.
His fingers and mouth disappeared, replaced by his cock. He rubbed the head up and down my slit making me desperate. His large hands held onto my hips and his nails dug into my skin. The slight pain only helped intensify my pleasure.
“Do you want to be my little cumslut?” he asked, grunting as he leaned over to grab my hair and wrapped it around his fist.
I didn’t answer, not wanting to submit to him.
He rubbed my clit and his cockhead rested at my lips as he waited for my answer. I felt my pussy contract and squeeze wanting him inside of me.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, not answering his question.
He stopped rubbing my clit and leaned into me, his beautiful features pulled into an animalistic snarl.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his face hovering above mine, making me stare straight into his piercing eyes.
“I want you. Oh god!! Please fuck me,” I moaned out, writhing underneath him, my hips bucking up involuntarily.
He slipped his cock an inch inside of me, teasingly, before pinning my wrists above my head. I groaned loudly, unsatisfied with what he gave.
“Close, but not quite. Try again,” he said then withdrew completely out of me.
I cried out from the emptiness, wanting and needing him back inside of me.
“I’m your cumslut. I’ll do whatever the hell you want, please make me cum,” I moaned out desperately.
His eyes darkened dangerously and he smirked his satisfaction.
“Mmm, good girl.”
With one mighty thrust I felt him impale me. My pussy grasped onto him tightly, quivering, and covering him in my juices. His balls rested against my asshole and I was overwhelmed with the sensation of finally being filled. I never got a good look at the size of his cock but from the feel of it he was definitely on the bigger end.
I moaned out as he continued to pick up the pace. My head rolled distractedly as he thrust into me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer but my sprained knee denied me that pleasure. His hold on my wrists began to tighten as he drilled into me but the slight pain aided in intensifying the pleasure. My breasts bounced with each movement as sweat covered our slick bodies. He tilted his hips and grunted in time with his thrusts. I was completely at his mercy and I was loving every second of it.
“Damn tight pussy,” he muttered as he wrapped his arm under my waist pulling my chest up to his mouth.
He sucked on my nipples and bit them lightly, giving each of them equal attention. I felt my body tense and my orgasm exploded throughout my body. I had no control of my movements as ecstasy ran through my veins. I heard him howl out before his hot semen shot into my inner depths. My orgasms rolled onto one another as he steadied me against his shoulders, his head resting against the crook of my neck, holding me close to him.
“My name is Andrew,” he sighed against me.
“Stephanie,” I replied with labored breaths as my heart rate slowly came down.
“Nice to meet you, Stephanie,” he replied.
“Nice to meet you too, Andrew,” I giggled, still delirious from my orgasm.
“We should be running partners,” he said, nuzzling his face against my neck.
“Don’t complain if you can’t keep up,” I responded coyly, liking the idea of seeing him again.
