Chapter 31 Fucked In The Woods (10)

Chapter 31 Fucked In The Woods (10)
—•LUCIA•—

A huge smile tugged at the Rogue King's lips, and he placed a soft kiss on my forehead before he pulled away. "I'm glad you trust me."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words drowned in my throat instantly as he suddenly began pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy fast, with a wet, obscene sound.

He tracked the expression on my face with dark, heavy eyes, devouring every hitch in my breath.

Holding his fingers still for a single heartbeat, he suddenly drove them back in—slow and deep, stretching my pussy open all over again.

"Ahh—" The sound tore from my throat before I could stop it, a broken little cry that echoed off the cave walls.

"Louder," he growled, his golden eyes burning into mine as his pace never wavered. "Moan for me. Let me hear how good my fingers feel inside your tight pussy."

He thrust even deeper, knuckle-deep, and I felt my inner walls clench and flutter around the thick invasion.

The burn was still there, sharp and stinging at the edges, but something else was building beneath it now—something warm, slick, and aching that made my hips roll forward to meet his next thrust without my permission.

"There you go," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly timbre. "That's it. Take my fingers deep in your tight pussy."

"Gods—" I gasped, my head falling back against the cold stone as he worked his thick fingers in and out of me with a steady, relentless rhythm.

The wet, messy squelch of my pussy stretching around his knuckles filled the cave, filthy and loud, and I couldn't even find the shame to care.

His thumb flattened against my swollen clit, rubbing hard in slow, deliberate circles, and my whole body jerked violently like he'd struck me with lightning.

"Oh—fuck—"

"Feels good, doesn't it?" His lips curved into a knowing smirk, his thumb grinding deeper into my clit while his fingers pumped inside my pussy, relentlessly churning up my wetness. "Your tight little cunt is dripping all over my hand, love. It's soaking my wrist. I think you're ready to take more."

Before I could process his words, he pulled his fingers out completely.

The sudden emptiness made me whimper, my soaked pussy clenching around nothing, aching and desperate.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he shoved three fingers inside me in a single, unyielding stroke, cutting me off entirely.

"FUCK—ahh—nngh—" A scream ripped from my throat, raw and shattered, as the brutal stretch tore through me.

Three thick fingers crammed deep inside my virgin pussy, stretching me so wide I could feel every single ridge of his knuckles scraping hard against my sensitive inner walls.

My back arched clean off the ground, my eyes rolling back as my nails raked down his shoulders hard enough to draw blood and leave deep furrows in his skin.

"Too much—it's too much—" I sobbed, the word breaking into a wet whine as his knuckles stretched my pussy to the absolute tearing point.

"Look at me." His free hand wrapped like iron around my jaw, digging his fingers into my cheeks and forcing my wild, unfocused eyes to his. "Look. At. Me."

I looked.

I had no choice but to look.

"Your pussy is swallowing my fingers whole," he growled, his voice thick with a dark, animalistic hunger. "You're taking all three of them, little one. It's clamping down so tight, soaking me to the wrist. Look down at it. See how you're taking me? So fucking perfectly."

I couldn't answer. I couldn't even look down as he instructed.

I could only pant and tremble beneath him, my chest heaving, my thighs shaking violently where they were spread wide.

He held his hand perfectly still inside me, letting the thick bundle of his fingers stretch open my pussy.

He waited patiently until the searing pain began to dull and my breathing slowed—until my inner walls stopped fighting the invasion and began to coat his fingers.

The burning stretch melted into something else entirely—something hot, impossibly full, and deeply, achingly good.

Slowly, he began to move his fingers.

"Ohhh…" The moan slipped out of me, long and low, as my hips began to rock against his hand on their own. "Oh fugghhh, that's—nngh—"

"There it is," he growled, locking his gaze onto mine as he picked up the pace, burying all three fingers deep before dragging them out to the tips, over and over.

He thrust them in and out of my soaking pussy with a filthy, wet rhythm that had me writhing helplessly beneath him. "Listen to how wet you are for me. Listen."

The sounds were obscene.

Every heavy stroke produced a slick, loud squelch, my cream coating his fingers, dripping down his wrist in streaks, and pooling on the cold ground beneath my ass.

"Ah—ah—ah—" My moans came in time with his thrusts—high, breathy, and desperate—as my mind went entirely blank with pleasure. "Yes—yes—right there—"

"You're going to come on my fingers," he said, and it wasn't a question. "I can feel your greedy little cunt tightening up. You're close, aren't you?"

"Yes—yes, I'm—I'm—"

Right as my climax peaked, he ripped his hand out.

"No!" The word left me in a desperate, broken sob.

My dripping pussy clenched violently around nothing, empty and aching, my orgasm slipping through my fingers like water. "Why—why did you stop—"

"No need to be impatient, my darling," he murmured. "We have more than enough time tonight. I’m going to make you cum over and over again."

I watched through hooded, heavy eyes as he brought his glistening hand straight to his mouth.

My wetness coated his fingers completely—thick, creamy, and white—dripping down his knuckles and soaking his wrist in shiny rivulets.

His tongue darted out, and he licked a long, slow stripe up the length of his index finger, devouring every drop of my wetness.

"Stop that," I breathed, my cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment. "That's—that's dirty."

He didn't stop.

He shoved his middle finger deep into his mouth, his golden eyes rolling back as he sucked and groaned around it, savoring the taste of my juices like it was the finest thing he'd ever put on his tongue.

"It's not dirty," he said when he finally pulled his fingers free, leaving them glistening with a mix of my wetness and his spit. "It's delicious. Your pussy is the sweetest fucking thing I've ever tasted."

He licked his ring finger clean next, thorough and unhurried, making sure not a single drop of my wetness was left.

He sucked each digit into his mouth with obscene, wet sounds, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.

I didn't look away.

Watching him lick his fingers clean sent a sharp, thrilling ache straight to the pit of my stomach.

When he was done, he rose up onto his knees between my heavily flushed, spread thighs, his massive frame completely blotting out the moonlight.

His cock jutted proudly from his pelvis—thick, heavy, and already leaking a clear bead of pre-come from the swollen head, which was flushed an angry, dark red.

I stared at the sheer size of it, my mouth going instantly dry, my heart hammering so violently I could feel it pulsing in my throat.

He wrapped his large hand around his thick shaft and stroked himself, slow and lazy, his gaze raking over my naked, trembling body spread out entirely at his mercy.

Then he leaned forward, his jaw tightening as he gathered a heavy pool of saliva in his mouth, and spat it directly onto the head of his cock.

The thick, wet glob dripped down over his knuckles, and he worked it aggressively along his entire length, slicking his heavy flesh up with practiced, efficient strokes.

The wet, slapping sound of his palm punishing his own hard flesh filled the echoing silence of the cave.

"Nngh—" he grunted, his jaw clenching tight as he stroked himself one last time. "I've been wanting to bury my cock deep inside your tight pussy since the moment I set eyes on you."

"Pervert," I muttered.

He chuckled.

Positioning himself properly between my thighs, he pressed the broad, blunt head of his cock hard against my pussy.