The forest was alive with shadows and the sweet scent of pine as Taylor sprinted through the underbrush. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, a mix of excitement and anticipation fueling her every step. She knew he was close—could feel Travis's presence, the way his eyes burned into her even through the darkness. The thrill of the chase had her heart pounding, her skin tingling with anticipation.
She darted between the trees, adrenaline pumping through her veins, but deep down, she knew this was exactly what she wanted—to be caught, to be taken. The thought alone made her core clench, already slick with need. Her body ached for him, for the roughness, the primal power he exuded when he finally had her under his control.
And then, with a sudden burst of speed, Travis was upon her.
He tackled her to the ground, a gasp tearing from her lips as her back hit the cold earth. Before she could even process what was happening, Travis had her pinned beneath him, his weight pressing down on her, his breath hot and heavy against her ear.
"You didn't think you could outrun me, did you?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His hands were everywhere at once—brutal, possessive—grabbing at her thighs, her waist, pulling her closer, forcing her to feel the hard length of him against her ass.
Taylor whimpered, her body arching up into him, desperate for more. "Travis, please..." she breathed, but before she could say anything else, his hand was at her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, to make her submit.
"Shut up," he hissed, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending a delicious shudder down her spine. "You're mine now, and you'll take whatever I give you."
She moaned, her eyes rolling back as his free hand slid down her body, yanking her shirt up and over her head, baring her breasts to the cool night air. He didn't bother with niceties, his hands immediately going to her chest, fingers rough as they pinched and twisted her nipples. Taylor cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure making her writhe beneath him, her legs falling open in a silent plea for more.
"You like that, don't you?" Travis growled, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as his hands moved lower, fumbling with the button of her jeans. "You love it when I'm rough with you. You're so fucking wet already, I can feel it."
"Yes," Taylor moaned, her hips bucking up as he finally freed her from her pants, tossing them aside. "Please, Travis... I need you. I need you inside me."
His eyes darkened at her words, a smirk curling at his lips. "You think you can just ask for it and get it? No. You'll fucking beg me for it."
Before she could respond, his fingers were between her legs, spreading her open, exposing her slick heat to the cool night air. He teased her, his fingers brushing against her clit, barely touching, driving her wild with need. Taylor whimpered, trying to push herself down onto his hand, but he held her firm, his grip unrelenting.
"Beg," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous, fingers slipping inside her just enough to make her squirm.
"Travis, please..." Taylor whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm begging you... I need it. I need you to fuck me. Please, don't tease me anymore."
He chuckled darkly, adding a second finger, pushing them deep inside her in one swift, brutal thrust that made her scream. "That's better," he growled, pumping his fingers in and out of her at a punishing pace. "But you'll get what I want to give you, and you'll fucking take it."
Taylor was lost to the sensation, her body a trembling mess as he fucked her with his fingers, the sound of her wetness obscene in the quiet of the forest. She could feel her orgasm building, her hips rocking desperately against his hand, chasing that sweet release, but just as she was about to tip over the edge, Travis pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and wanting.
"You didn't think I'd let you come that easily, did you?" he snarled, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over onto her hands and knees. The rough treatment only made her wetter, the primal need to be taken, to be used, consuming her. She felt the cool night air against her dripping folds, the sensation of being exposed making her shiver.
"Stay just like that," he ordered, his hands sliding down her back, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks. "Don't move, or I'll make you regret it."
Taylor nodded frantically, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt him positioning himself behind her, the head of his cock teasing her entrance. She whimpered, her hips shifting back, trying to push against him, but Travis was having none of it.
"Impatient little slut," he hissed, gripping her hips so hard she knew there'd be bruises. "You want this cock? You better fucking take it."
And then he was inside her, all at once, one hard, brutal thrust that knocked the breath out of her. Taylor screamed, her fingers digging into the dirt as he started fucking her in earnest, each thrust rough and unrelenting, pushing her further into the ground.
"God, yes!" she cried, her voice hoarse as she rocked back against him, desperate for more. "Fuck me, Travis! Fuck me harder!"
Travis growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he slammed into her, over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. "You love this, don't you?" he snarled, his voice raw with desire. "Being fucked like a dirty little whore. Look at you, taking my cock like you were made for it."
"Yes!" Taylor moaned, her body shuddering with each brutal thrust. "I love it, Travis... I love it when you fuck me like this... Don't stop, please, don't stop!"
He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his cock driving into her with a force that had her seeing stars. Taylor could feel her orgasm building again, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, and this time, she knew there was no stopping it.
"I'm gonna come," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt the coil inside her winding tighter and tighter. "Oh god, I'm gonna come..."
"Do it," Travis growled, his hand sliding around to press against her clit, rubbing it in harsh circles. "Come all over my cock, Taylor. Show me how much you fucking love this."
His words were all it took. Taylor came with a scream, her entire body tensing as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure leaving her trembling, her vision going white. But Travis didn't stop—didn't give her a moment to recover. He kept fucking her through it, his cock relentless, his hands rough and possessive as he held her in place.
"God, you're so fucking tight," he groaned, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his own release. "Gonna fill you up, gonna make you mine... You want that, don't you? Want me to come inside you?"
"Yes!" Taylor cried, still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Please, Travis... Fill me up. I want it. I want all of you."
With a guttural roar, Travis thrust into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his hot release. He stayed there for a moment, his breath ragged, his hands still gripping her hips as he rode out his orgasm, before finally collapsing on top of her, his chest heaving against her back.
They stayed like that for a moment, both of them trying to catch their breath, their bodies slick with sweat. Finally, Travis rolled off of her, pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her as they lay on the forest floor, spent and satisfied.
"You're amazing," he murmured against her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "So fucking amazing."
Taylor smiled, her body still tingling from the intensity of their coupling as she snuggled into his embrace. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her voice soft and content.
Travis chuckled, pulling her even closer. "Next time," he whispered, his voice still low and dangerous, "I'll chase you until you're begging me to catch you. And when I do... I'll make sure you never forget who you belong to."
Taylor shivered, her body already anticipating the next time, knowing it would be just as intense, just as raw. "I'm counting on it," she whispered back, pressing a kiss to his chest.
