Victoriously Yours,

Poetically Unworldliness

Anticipation shot through River as he cupped her pussy. His arm banded around her hip, she felt every hard line of the man.

His manhood poking her side, making her shudder. He had got her so twisted. So fucking confounded inside that she couldn't separate between the reason and the instinct.

"Your soaking my hand as we speak. Are you still going to lie?"

She bit her lip. "Let me go."

He bent his lips to her ears, touching the sensitive skin there.

"Why? You want me just as much as I want you."

River gripped his shoulders, trying maintain her organs from bursting into flames. "No..I don't."

He growled at her utter nonsensical resistance as he pulled back. It's like she wanted to keep the fight on whilst he touched her. Why fight the inevitable?

It's clear she was melting in his hand but she still insisted on combating him.

The only way to do make her see the truth was to teach her that she was completely in his control. Accessible to him for his own use.

"You need to know you will submit to me one way or the other."

He leaned in just when she butted her head against his nose and stomped her heavy boot on his bare foot.

River was enraged at his Amazonian temperament. Bastard wanted me to submit huh? We'll just see about that.

He was forced to release her, taking his hand away from her shorts when she was about to launch her knee to hit him right between his legs.

With acute reflexes, he caught her calf and tossed her onto her back.

He was on top of her in an instant. "You wicked little thing."

She flashed him a smirk. "Oh I'm wicked but I will never submit to you."

"If that's what you think. Then, it's time to teach you a lesson." He bolted up, and dragged her by her waist to the low stump.

When he sank down on it, he laid her across his legs. He shoved her shorts and panties down to her ankles, baring her luscious ass to his eyes.

She wriggled, comprehending what he was about to do. "Yisrael! I'm warning you! Don't you dare-"

He laid his palm down with a loud smack. It stung and the sound echoed in the forest.

She let out an indignant gasp. "You fucking sadistic bi-"

Another loud slap as she writhed over his lap. Smack!

She shrieked at the stinging pain which was followed by another slap and another. His other hand was kneading her thigh, his pants loud and heavy over her.

When she felt her pussy drench more, she realized how excited she was by this. To think this male's inwardly and outwardly strength was such a catalyst to her hypertension attraction was bewildering her.

Her shrieks turned to a throaty moan with his next slap. Soon, she slowly moved her knee to the side, spreading her legs.

Something was happening to her. All she could think of was her pleasure.

Like she was a hedonist. Seeking pleasure wherever she could find.

Yisrael hesitated when he saw the pinkish slit puckering right before him.

He only wanted to set things straight with her but he grew still when he caught the succulent scent of her arousal.

This female was liking this, wasn't she?