17. Remina

Ihadn't been expecting Slade to stop me out of nowhere and descend on my mouth, but I wasn't complaining. As soon as his lips touched mine, my body tingled with a need so powerful it nearly brought me to my knees.

Something between a moan and a squeak tumbled from my mouth as I felt his large palm caressing my ass over my leather leggings. Slade crowded me from behind and pressed me up against the nearest tree. The bark dug into my tummy, a shudder running down my back by the wildness of it all.

I shuddered at the way he fondled my ass between the palm of his hands, almost like I was made for him. He chuckled menacingly, arching a sly brow at my response as he nipped my shoulder from behind.

"It looks like someone's rather excited," he pondered, his nose flaring.

"Funny, I could say that to you," I huffed, wiggling around to nuzzle his tented thickness between my ass. I felt my arousal soaking my thong, my inner thighs drenched already. Sweat trickled down my face, my heart pounding so loudly that I could hear it against my eardrums.

He grabbed me by the shoulder, spinning me around before shoving me back onto the tree's hard trunk. His nose flared as I closed the remaining distance and wrapped my arms around his sweaty shoulders. "You don't play around, do you, witch?"

"Hm? I don't know what you're talking about," I purred, cocking my head toward the side. I threaded my fingers through his sweaty, tousled hair, pushing my chest right into his muscular chest as he let out a low groan. "I'm just giving you what you wanted. I mean, why else would you stop me like that?"

I took the initiative by capturing his lips once more with mine. I worked Slade's mouth with my tongue enthusiastically, rocking my hips into his stiff groin.

He wasted no time gripping my ass, giving it a few teasing smacks that made me keen and whimper. My back rubbed against the sharp bark of wood, and something about the pleasurable pain made me utterly addicted.

I hummed in appreciation, he ground into my needy pussy with expertise as my fists balled onto the back of his shirt to pull closer. He pulled away, his tongue working down my jawline and onto my neck, licking the sensitive patch of skin that made my head spin.

"Such a needy witch, aren't you, Remina? So fucking strong and independent until you have the opportunity to get off, isn't that, right?" he growled.

All the while, he ran his hands down my sweaty, drenched body, feeling every inch of me, squeezing my ass that he seemed obsessed with, kneading my breasts, and even pulling my corset down to pinch my nipples before groaning. "Have you been wanting to come that badly, baby?"

"Want it," I agreed breathlessly.

"Need it?"

I found myself nodding furiously.

"Who do you need, Remina?" Slade prodded, eyes half-lidded. Lolling my head to the side, I bucked and ground onto his length to the best of my abilities. "You, I need you, Slade. Fuck me here. Take whatever you want. Let anyone nearby see you rutting into me like an animal."

With that, clothes started to be shredded hastily from our bodies as our lips found one another's once more—staying locked entirely with one another, kissing each other in blind urgency. It didn"t matter that we missed one another's mouth half the time, kissing the other's cheek, chin, or nose.

As if we were nothing more than animals following and acting on pure instincts alone.

He wasted no time kneading my breasts as soon as he worked my corset off and brought one of my sensitive buds into his salivating mouth. We were utterly sweaty from trudging through the forest for answers, yet that only seemed to egg us on by how ruthless and animalistic this all was. He lapped at my nipples, biting particularly hard, which made me keen.

"So damn sensitive. It's like your body was made to be mine," he praised, and I didn't miss the way my core clenched as his free hand went to my pussy. My throat felt so dry as my hips unconsciously ground upward to find the best relief and he practically pinned me up on the tree. The sharp points of the bark cut into my back and shoulder, which would cause minor scrapes and cuts, but that was the least of my concerns.

All I wanted was to feel him fuck me with his thick and long cock, driving it straight into me so I could feel him inside me for days. I moaned and choked out small groans of pleasure as he continued to suckle and pluck at my nipples as he dipped his fingers into my wet, drenched folds. Groaning at the squelching noises and the way my pussy clenched around his fat fingers.

In one swift motion, he turned me around, so my breasts were pressed and pricked by the tree bark. I gasped at the suddenness of it all as his large hands gripped hard onto my petite hips—hauling me up until I was standing up on my tippy toes while my leggings stretched between my ankles restricting my legs from moving. Without any other warning, he slammed into me in one singular motion as I clawed at the tree and moaned at being stretched and filled so suddenly.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Both of us groaned, and I had to dig my nails into the tree bark to steady myself from tumbling over from just the sheer force. The sensation of being stretched so full caused tears to spill from my eyes. Either he knew I was wet enough to take him, or he didn't care in the slightest.

My tightness clenched, trying to fight off the intrusion and suddenness of it all as my nails dug deeper into the bark. I could barely breathe by how massive his cock felt inside me, my cunt clamping and squeezing with all its might.

"Slade!"

I arched my back, pushing back instinctively for more.

"Oh, fuck … fuck, Remi. Remi, so tight, so fucking tight," he grunted out, then pushed himself roughly inside me again, hips moving of their own accord. "That's my girl. You were made to take my big fat cock, weren't you?"

"Mm," I mewled, and it seemed he was completely lost in a daze of pleasure and lust as he plowed into me ferociously. I worked on grinding back to meet his thrust with every piston, wiggling and grinding my hips while on complete tiptoes.

Even though my thighs shook, and our arousal and juices were making a mess all over my pants?—

Even though the tree's trunk was digging and scraping all across my skin?—

Even though I was drooling down my chin from how he took me?—

Neither of us seemed to care about anything but one another, and it made me want more.

"Shit, what are you thinking about to tighten up this much, baby?" he gritted out as he continued to rail into my pussy like a man possessed. He buried his face into my sweaty neck, sucking and leaving hickeys possessively.

I bit my swollen lips, turning to stare at his rather tipsy-looking expression as I squirmed my hips. "Just … j-just thinking … a-about how … h-how dirty t-this all is," I choked out, which seemed to do something to this man. Snapping his hips rapidly, I swore this man had a goal to fuck the living daylights out of me.

Tugging on my hips and spanking my ass all the while, he managed to pull me somehow backward to meet every thrust of his, the depth he was able to reach enough to make me shudder. My hips were already sore from how hard he was holding more, more than confident I was bruised, and yet, I wanted more.

I needed more.

I was positive I might have a few splinters from grinding onto the tree once we were done.

"The way you're drawing me in, Remina … shit. Fuck, what have you done to me with your pretty little cunt?" he groaned, biting into my nape like an animal while fucking the way that I had long wished for, how my body wanted to be used.

"Yes, yes, oh, oh … God," I babbled. "Please … I'm close, Slade. Fuck, don't stop. Fuck me, need your cum."

He groaned and then before I knew what was happening, he pulled away from my heat and whirled me around. Hastily, his hands went to pry my leggingsoff from where they dangled around my ankle. Hands beneath my underarms and hauling me up until I could subconsciously wrap my legs around his hips as he slammed back in—pinning me onto the tree with the weight of him as my only support.

I keened; my toes curled at this new angle.

The way the tree's bark made so many cuts on my back.

The way gravity made me swallow more of his length.

The way his arms were around my ass, making me take more of him.

"Remina," he grunted out, our bodies slapping wetly, sweat dripping beneath us. "So damn tight. I don't even know how I'm going to pump my cum in you by how hard you're squeezing me … like you're trying to keep my whole cock inside you."

Rolling his hips roughly, he slammed his thickness inside me even faster, and I was reduced to nothing but pathetic whimpers, wails, and cries. I needed more; I needed him; I needed to monopolize this man and have him hooked, like how I felt with him.

Maybe I should demand he never leave me.

The unhinged, unpredictable thought was enough to completely throw me over the edge.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I sobbed, eyes fluttering shut in the face of such a fierce, predatory pleasure as my nails dug into the tree bark. As I exploded, a deep-throated groan escaped Slade when I tightened around him painfully.

"Fucking be a good girl and take it," he snarled, one hand squeezing around my neck. "Take it all, witch. You're going to be leaking my fucking come for days. Smelling like me for days. You're mine, Remina."

Oh.

Oh my God, what was this feeling?

I'd never experienced it before.

Why did those words feel so genuine and make my heart clench?

Was it because I didn't think Slade could say such things?

Or was it because I secretly wanted him to be mine as well?

I felt my core tightening again as my pussy spasmed and twitched at my orgasm, crashing into me—gripping him harder. Hissing, he slammed deep into me one last time as he pumped and came inside me unapologetically. I could feel my insides heating up with the warmth of his seed, mewling and drooling happily as he kept coming.

A ridiculous amount, really.

"Mm … Slade," I murmured lazily, turning to look at him through my long lashes. "Kiss?"

I never thought myself to be needy before, but this man brought out something I didn't think I had.

Why was that? What was wrong with me? I was never like this. Why was I always so clingy and needy when it came to him?

Thankfully, he obediently pressed his soft lips down onto mine, giving me the distraction I needed. Slowly, he pulled out of my heat. Nestled inside his warmth, I couldn't help but close my eyes, enjoying the fuzzy feeling.

That was until his hand on my neck slowly reached down to my breasts, and I let out a chuckle.

"What? What did I do?" he asked, and I teasingly swatted him.

"What do you think?" I refuted, arching a brow. "You're already looking for more?"

Only then did his amber eyes turn thoughtful, an emotion I'd never seen cross his face before he smiled. "What can I say? After getting a taste of your pussy, I don't think I could ever get enough."