If I catch you, I fuck you x

It's only at the worst possible time I'd realise I had forgotten to wear a sports bra, or anything remotely supportive. Running without a sports bra, bare feet, curls wildly flinging from side to side wasn't planned. If I was better prepared I'd have shoes, a bra and probably 3 hair ties with me. But there is something so exhilarating and thrilling about the chase. I was so thoroughly unprepared.

Trying to make the most of the 10 minute head start, I figured it'd be best to put as much distance between us as possible. To my shame, I can't differentiate between the slick or sweat between my thighs, but thankful that it helps me run faster. I run further along the dirt path, grimacing at the bits of gravel that agitate my feet, the heat was slowly getting to me, and like a deer faced with headlights, I stop, unsure if I should hide or keep going. My sore feet were begging me to take cover. Looking through the bush, I couldn't find a spot to hide me enough, so I keep going. At this point, I was sure he was heading straight towards me, I just had to keep running.

After running as fast as I could, I take a break. Surely a minute wouldn't hurt. I lean against the tree, letting my dress melt back into my body. My hair was drenched in sweat, and dust was caked around my feet and ankles. I close my eyes, hearing the birds sing, and breeze rustle through the woods. It's peaceful, and for a moment I forget that I was being hunted.

I didn't even realise I had been caught. He had been following me the whole time, and when I had closed my eyes, he crept up behind, raked his hand through my hair to pull it straight back. I lose my balance, and fall back against his chest. With one hand pulling my hair, he wraps one hand around my mouth, muffling my screams as I struggle futilely against his grip.

"Baby girl, if you keep trying to struggle, you know the punishment would be worse. I told you, if I catch you, I'll fuck you like my own personal rag doll. You lost the chase, and now it's time for me to claim my fucking prize."

He loosens his grip on my face, and I scream. Not purely out of terror, but also out frustration. I hated him at the moment, how smug and fond he looked. Like I was an adorable pet having a tantrum. Before I knew it, his hand was around my throat, and he had me backed against the tree.

I had never been kissed more passionately, or felt more wanted. It was almost gentle, in the way his lips caressed mine. In stark contrast, he had let go of my hair, only to trail down to my panties, and rip them off. My traitorous pussy, only got more wet, as I tried to clamp my thighs together, the sweat and slick made it all so easy for him to pry them apart.

And within the second he had me melting and moaning against him. I was such a slut for being fingered, and he knew just the right frequency and angle to hit all the right spots. I couldn't help but moan, scream and squirt. And being a relentless bastard, he chuckled every time, kept going even as the hypersensitivity of my orgasms hit. I was like live wire, unable to keep myself still, shaking from the stimulation.

It seemed like his patience only lasted so long, before I could think straight, he pulled me up onto his waist, pull down his pants, and thrusted up straight into me. I didn't know if I wanted to cry or scream out of frustration. I couldn't stand losing, I couldn't stand how hypersensitive I was but at the same time, I was dripping wet at the thought of being ravished in the woods like his own personal fuck toy.

I hated it and loved it at the same time. I almost went limp, it would easier to just take what he was giving me. But I was prideful, I fucked him back as hard as I could, scratched his back, and dug my nails as much as I could. If I was being hunted like prey, I might as well fuck him back like an animal. There was something beautiful about the synchrony. The world around us didn't matter, all I wanted was to feel him pulsing in me.

I managed to push him onto the ground, and began to ride him like a woman possessed. He chuckled, and admired the view. But he wasn't patient, he pulled me against him, and tried to fuck back into me as hard as he could. But even after cumming, that wasn't enough for him. He flipped me back on to my back, and fingered him cum back into me, until orgasmed again onto his fingers.

My hair was drenched in sweat, and matted with dirt. I'm sure I've never looked as debauched as I do in this moment. But after when he laid down with me, I had never felt more satisfied or safe in his presence.

Maybe I should aggravate him more soon, and get him to race me on our next hike, if this was the outcome.