Cold-hearted love

13. Elliot

Lust. 

That's the only word I can describe as I stumble into woods. Like fucking Ariadnne following her string. 

This was the secluded area, I'm not even sure why I'm here and with some hot babe. My breathing slows, heat trails up my body.

I can barely walk straight; my mind? Lost in the haze of desire. I hear noises and my I follow without a plan.

Father would defiantly grab my high school diploma and spank me in the ass with it.

My mouth dries up and I could feel the erection growing in my pants. There's two people more beautiful then anything I've ever seen. Three people here, technically but I don't pay any attension to the boy next to them.

I've seen naked people before, but this was different for some reason. These two they looked etherial. Unrealistic.

The man was taking off his clothes, a suit I think. His clothes a neat pile next to the girl. The powerful muscles on the man's back was so pronounced I could see even from where I was. 

From the soft glow of the moon, at where I'm standing I could see, the girl laid down, her face: soft full lips, thick auburn eyelashes, light freckles fixed in a completely tempting fashion. Features so familiar I think I could piece it together if my mind wasn't in a muddle. 

They couldn't see each other from the angle but I could. The man starts to enter her and in a instant of speed they switch.

The man on his back sitting, with the girl on him and I got a glimpse of his cock. It was humongous. 

The man was so large I bet his large hands were the only things capable of reaching all his girth. The girl enters in one swift move, crying out. She didn't fit. And not fully but she simply started moving on furiously, until her juices covered his cock and even then it barely seemed to fit. 

Her silky auburn hair falling down in waves, framing her. Her creamy, circle-breasts bounce with movement. 

My hand goes to the hold tree next to me for purchase. Every part of me so utterly consumed with need. I wanted to touch her, kiss him-- but I wasn't gay or bi. My heat works through my body, every muscle in me aches and courses with need.

One large hand goes to the creamy skin on her back, covering her entire waist. My mind wander to the taste of her and marks on her neck he's obviously making.

He notices her breast as well, and use his free hand to tug and twist her nipples. A burning sensation contuniues.

Her hand goes to his shoulder and she hold herself all the way up before gridning down on his big cock. The girls ass bounced with the movement and the hand on her waist moved down to grip her ass. Her moan feels like a light melody cutting through the cold autumn air. 

The boy who I've forgetton about came up and touched her. Uncomparable fury lit me. I had no reason to feel that yet I couldn't control the red that flashed my vison. The power I kept locked.

But now? In my haze of desire and jealousy I couldn't control it a blast of power carried in the wind burned him into ashes but thankfully the girl didn't notice. Her eyes were closed.

The man however did. We made eye contact. I know those eyes. Those emerald eyes I have though of since I've known him. But the flurry of furry of turned into a storm of fire at the thought of his hands on anyone else.

Without breaking eye contact with me, Everett reached down and rubbed the girls' clit, a challenge in them. No matter how much I wanted to there was something stopping me from killing her like a block. Or perhaps in was the fact that I could barely stand.