Thread: Wolf Mountain {Darkest Nightmare & Vertigis}

Holly heard Logan chuckle but this time the flare of anger she felt was much smaller. She ready for him to back up his words, and make use of that warm length that was pressing so tautly, so promisingly against her back. She decided she could be mad at him later. Whatever discussion they needed to have about limits and so on could wait until the need rapidly building between her legs had at least been sated. What she wasnt ready for was the sense of helpless disorientation that came with him jerking her off her feet by her tussled blonde hair. Holly landed on her hands with a startled gasp, the softness of the thick grass keeping the fall from actually being very painful, but she still felt the loose dirt spread between her fingers and scrap under her knees. Asshole! The tangle of clothe around her feet and legs made rising up to her feet difficult and before she knew hed wrapped his belt directly around her throat, cinching it tight with a quick jerk. Her fingertips scrabbled at the leathers glossy edge but Logans strength was enough that he could easily prevent her from pulling it free just by winding it around his big hand. He pulled her up unto her knees with a hard tug , and she glared at him hatefully when he walked around to face her with an arrogant expression, his fully erect cock leading the way. Angry words formed on the tip of her tongue but for some reason she bit them back, just letting him stand there examining her naked body as she knelt before him leashed and panting lightly. When finally she did move to open her mouth something warm slapped her on the cheek, producing a lewd meaty thwak in the quiet evening air. Then again, this time across the other cheek, followed by her forehead and then almost teasingly over her partially open lips. Logan continued to slap her with his big cock for several seconds straight, leaving little spots of precum glistening on her cheeks, until Hollys whole face was burning hotly from embarrassment. It was by the most intentionally humiliating purely domineering act that any man had ever done to her. It made her mad. It made her hot. Logan barked out an order for her to start sucking him off or hed take to using his hand instead. Keeping her palms pressed against her bare thighs as he ordered, she craned her neck forward to take his length between her open lips, and he just as quickly pulled it away. She tried twice more and soon her flush was extending all the way down her neck. Holly looked up, sending daggers in his direction, but he seemed unmoved by her expression, and after a moment they darted nervously towards his free hand, wondering if he was really going to follow through. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him, except Bobbing her head towards his cock with greater speed, she just managed to touch it with her tongue before he pulled it back again, very nearly causing her to fall forward onto her face, if not for the belt holding in her place. please Holly murmured between gritted teeth, the leather biting into her soft white neck, not wanting to be slapped by him, please let me suck your cock Naughty girl. The edge of Taras lip quirked up as Ethan called her that, bending down to grab her bound hands away from her shorts. Where he placed them instead brought a quick touch of her color into her cheeks though. Drawing her fingers over his balls, he then wrapped them gently around his hard cock, drawing her hands up and down the smooth warm length. She could feel him spring to life at her light touch, soft palms caressing him at Ethans direction, the edge of her thumb touching the swollen head and running around the tip, wet with sticky precum. How would that feel inside her, she mused to herself. Part of her truly did want to find out, probably almost as badly as he did. Tara had often wondered just what kind of lover Ethan would be. She assumed considerate and caring just like he was in other things. All this business with the rope and him insisting on taking control was a lot more adventurous and kinky than she ever would have guessed actually. His brother, oh definitely, she just bet he gave that slutty little tomboy girlfriend of his quite a fucking whenever they were alone together. Part of her wondered what that felt like too, although she was pretty sure Logans brash obnoxious behavior would wear on her nerves pretty fast. She preferred Ethan, and if it turned out he wasnt quite as boring as she suspected in the bedroom, that was all the better, so long as he respected her limits. Tara wasnt actually sure what those limits were though. As he pulled her hands away from his cock and drew them up over her head, the uncertainty returned, as well as a little thrill of excitement. This was completely new territory for her and she wasnt sure if she liked it or not. It definitely made her heart race when he looped the rope into one of the rings along the tents wall, leaving her stretched and vulnerable before him, his lean muscular legs now straddling her chest. Which also had the effect of drawing his now throbbing cock directly level with her face, the tip very nearly pressing against her lips without his awareness. She was thinking of protesting or at least making a joke, when she heard him groan and ask her to lick it. What do I get if I do? Tara whispered back with another suppressed giggle, flexing her fingers as he tightened the ropes. Without waiting for him to answer, she touched the base of his erection with the tip of her tongue and slowly drew up his length, before tracing it around the head. I thought you were going to clean me first. And then maybe I clean you afterwards