He reaches between my thighs and dips his fingers inside of me before smiling when he finds that I’m dripping wet at the idea of what he’s about to do to me. Tate wastes no time pulling himself out of his jeans. How he has me angled; I have no idea what I’m in for until he slowly pushes the head of his cock into my pussy. I know something is different and I’m guessing he is pierced. He stretches me as he slowly pushes in, and he is unimaginably large. He is so much bigger than Oscar, so twinges of pain fill my belly when he pushes against my cervix.
On his next stroke, he slams into me with every bit of strength that he has. It feels so damn good, but it doesn’t stop the painfrom shooting through my body and forcing a scream out of me. His pace is quickened as he brutalizes my pussy and tears running down my cheeks only fuel his thrusts. Despite the pain that it causes, it’s bringing an equal amount of pleasure that I’ve never felt before. Like a constant orgasmic feeling in my body is so tense it makes my muscles shake.
When the final waves of my orgasm pass, he carefully drops my legs back to the ground so I can stand. I am unsteady when he leans in and unhooks the belt. “Run faster next time, Little Bird,” he whispers in my ear.
I quickly pull my shorts and underwear up but when I turn to say something, he’s gone. I turn in circles to see what direction he went, but it’s like he vanished. I make sure my phone is in my pocket before I run over to the safe zone so I can take a few minutes to catch my breath and get some water.
I pull my phone out to text Amanda to see if she was caught or if I can meet back up with her.
Me: Get caught?
Amanda: Yes, but all he did was throat fuck me before I got away from him.
Me: Where are you? I just got tied to a tree and railed, but then he untied me and disappeared.
Amanda: That sounds fun lol
Me: I would definitely classify that as fun! I’m at the water zone on the far east side of the map.
Amanda: Well, I’m exhausted. I’m going to let him catch me. Have fun with Tate!
Me: Have fun getting caught lol.
I put my phone away and step out of the safe zone so I can continue on my walk. I don’t know how I’ve not come across anyone else. There hasn’t been much going on in the chat, so I know that there are still people out here. They might be on the other side of the map though.
I walk for about an hour before I’m exhausted again. I’ve heard him behind me for the last ten minutes because I’ve been walking slower. I know the moment I stop he’s gonna get me again, but as long as I can be off my feet while he does whatever he’s going to do to me, I’ll be his happy little bird.
“I know you’re there,” I say as I sit down and lean against a tree. “Not really sure why I am walking at this point since you’ve kept pace with me the entire evening. It would just be easier if I just laid down and gave myself to you.” I giggle, imagining how crazy I must sound if he actually is not nearby.
“You like the chase though. You can’t help but run for me,” Tate says. I have my eyes closed, but I sense that he’s in front of me.
“Well, I ran and you caught me. I ran again and you followed me. This time I’m just going to sit so you can take me,” I mumble.
“Open up, little bird,” he says as he grabs me and pulls me up to my knees. I sit back on my heels and look up at him. He has one hand on my chin, cupping me gently. His other hand is gripping the base of his massive cock. It suddenly makes sense how he was able to cause so much pain and pleasure.
“Dear God,” I say with wide eyes.
“That’s right, little bird. Open up and pray to me,” he says as he grips the back of my neck, pushing the head of his cock against my lips.
I open my mouth and extend my tongue a little. Tate grabs the sides of my face and immediately forces the entire length of his cock down my throat. I gag hard around him as I put my hands on his thighs to push him away. He quickly snatches my wrists and brings them behind my head as he starts to fuck my throat.
I focus on breathing through my nose as he brutalizes the back of my throat this time. It is almost addicting how he uses my body but somehow I still like it. When Oscar uses my body, I hate it. It made me uncomfortable and I felt dirty afterward. No amount of soap can get that feeling of his hands off of me but Tate makes it so easy to forget about the awful things Oscar has done to me.
Everyone thinks that I don’t have sex because I’m holding out for marriage but the reality is, I can’t get myself in the mindset without thinking about Oscar. No part of this reminds me of him and I know exactly who the man is that has his cock down my throat. The differences are vast between the two men.
No matter how brutal Tate is, I never struggle to breathe. When he is pushed to the hilt, He does it in a way that doesn’t choke meout. That doesn’t stop tears from flooding my face. I have saliva all over my neck and chest and my pussy is aching to be filled by him again. In one night, he successfully ruined the chance of me ever enjoying sex with anyone else.
Right as I think that he might actually come, he stops and pulls out of my mouth. He is intentionally denying himself. He takes a step back, and I bring myself down to my hands and knees. Once I stop coughing, and I catch my breath, he moves me to lie on my back.
Tate hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts before dragging them off of me. I expect him to move up and force his way inside of me. I gasp when he bites my inner thigh instead.
“Sing for me, sweet Wren,” he says.
“Oh my God.” I gasp and arch my back off the ground when he licks my clit. He wraps his thick arms around my thighs and pulls me closer as he sucks on my clit. A feral moan racks from my chest and it shuts my brain down. I can’t think or hardly breathe. My mouth falls slack and my eyes nearly roll back into my head when he effortlessly pulls an orgasm from me. He doesn’t pull away And everything intensifies whenever he continues to suck the life out of me through my pussy. I can’t even beg him to stop because I can’t form any words. One after another, he forces orgasms out of me while I scream in ecstasy. I am positive that others can hear us, but I don’t give a fuck. I just don’t want this feeling to ever stop. My entire body is vibrating as the orgasms shake through me. I am to the point of tears when he finally unlatches himself from me.
I go limp and relax into the earth, uncaring as to what might be around me. I flinch and whine when Tate softly kisses my now swollen and overly sensitive clit. “You’re so pretty when you sing for me, Wren,” he says as he helps me back into my shorts
“You’re a psycho,” I pant.