She took my clothes. I’m going to be hunting her in boots and black boxer briefs. Shock fills me, and I don’t try to fight back my bark of laughter. When I thought of all the ways today’s hunt might go, Claire stealing my clothes never entered my mind. I like it. I like it so much my cock throbs desperately as I tug on my briefs.

She tricked me. I’m hunting her, but she’s toying with me. After lacing up my boots, I follow her footprints back into the woods, so aroused I don’t even care that I’m half naked.

It takes nearly ten minutes of tracking before I catch sight of her. She’s fifty yards ahead of me, her ponytail swishing across a small black backpack as she jogs. We’re headed farther into the forest. I own nearly four hundred acres. Maybe she’s trying to explore every one. A branch breaks beneath my boot.

Shit.

Sneaking a glance over her shoulder, she lets out a surprised squeak. She takes off, and I follow. Blood thrums through my veins, my heart beats in my ears, and I can already feel her heat tightening around me. Branches scrape my chest, the sting urging me faster. I want her nails on my skin, scratching me the same way. I want to hear her cries echo off the trees, feel her fighting and thrashing underneath me. Anticipation makes my muscles sing.

I’ll get everything I want. I just have to catch her.

• • •

Claire is fast, but I’m faster. I gain ground slowly, but I do gain. She’s tiring, and when she glances back to gauge my distance, she stumbles. She regains her footing, but that misstep is all I need to close the gap. I tackle her, careful not to crush her.

Even with my caution, we hit the ground hard, my shoulder taking most of the impact. But there’s no time to worry about that. I can’t wait one more minute. I don’t have the self-control to drag her back to the lake to fuck on the shore. I need to feel her cunt convulsing around me. Need her here. Need her now.

“Yield.” The command comes out guttural and hard-edged, more animal than man. “Strip. Everything off.”

Wide-eyed, Claire obeys, slipping off her sneakers as she rolls out of the backpack. Hooking my fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings, I rip them off in one movement, then go for her sports bra. Tugging it over her head, I throw the bra with zero regard for where it lands. I don’t care. Not when Claire’s tits are heaving as she pants before me, her nipples begging to be licked.

I press her back against the ground, and she doesn’t resist. I’m glad we landed on a grassy spot, because I don’t have the patience to move. Dropping my mouth to her tits, I scatter kisses and nips over her skin, teasing around her nipples but not touching them, not yet. My hips have settled between her thighs, and I’m humping her shamelessly.

Seeking friction on every part of her body I can reach, my cock weeps arousal. The damp fabric clings to me, but I’m too absorbed with Claire’s body to think about mine. Too busy soaking up the throaty little breaths she exhales when I finally tease a nipple with my tongue. Sucking the peak into my mouth makes her grab at my head, threading her fingers through my hair. Dragging my teeth across it earns me a buck of her hips, my cock sliding against her slick pussy.

Wait, where are…?

Claire pulled down my briefs sometime while I was worshipping her tits. My cock is free, slipping against her skin. I move my mouth to her other tit, groaning around her breast as she rubs her pussy on me. I roll her nipple between my teeth, and she squeals, her hips jerking into mine.

I can’t hold off any longer. Caging her with my forearms, I thrust forward. She rocks her hips, and my cock slides home, pulled into her like we’re magnets. When I sink into her heat, our combined exhalations mix into a sound fitting for the forest. Wild. Untamed. Claire’s nails dig into my back as I pound into her, snapping my hips with every bit of power I have. Her pussy grips and grabs me, clinging with every thrust. She’s as drenched as last time, her cunt making obscene noises as I fuck her.

“You can run, but your pussy gives you away,” I grunt the words.

Eyes pinched shut, Claire thrashes her head back and forth, teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

“You can try to act like you don’t, but you love this,” I say. “Are you going to be my good girl like last time? Come so hard you almost strangle my cock?”

She doesn’t answer, but her hand sneaks between our bodies to tease her clit. I yank her fingers from where she needs them most. Catching her other hand, I pin both above her head as she lets out a frustrated hiss.

“No. Not yet.” I thrust deep and hold it, grinding my body against hers, trying to give her enough stimulation to torment her but not make her come. “You struggle so pretty. Fight for it.”

“Fuck,” she wails, rocking her lower body.

Claire’s trying to fuck me from below. She’ll take what she wants if I don’t give it to her. I knew she’d be an amazing fuck, but I never imagined it would be this intense. I should pinch myself, make sure I’m not having the world’s hottest wet dream, but I need both hands for her.

Dragging a thumb over her clit makes her shudder. I start thrusting again, too slow to be satisfying for either of us. She’s soaked, her clit slippery between my finger and thumb when I give it a light pinch. Claire yelps, back arching as she hooks both legs around my hips.

“Shane,” she pleads, “please. God, please.”

It’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard. I drive deep and freeze again, giving her clit another soft pinch. Her thighs are clamped around me, squeezing hard. Straining against my hold, she tries to get her hands free. I pull them from above her head to her stomach, pressing them to her body, but not where she wants them. Watching her writhe, seeing the agonized need for me on her face, has me harder than I knew I could get. Angling my hips, I pull out of her completely. Claire makes a sound that could be a sob.

“Tell me you love it, little deer.” I tap my cockhead on her clit, holding in my groan as she trembles. “Tell me you love being run down and taking my big, thick cock.”

Notching my tip back at her entrance, I work in and out. I’ve never seen a pussy this greedy. The moment I slip inside, Claire clamps down, her body eager to take me in. Every time I pull out, I drop my head to stare at how flushed and swollen with arousal she is. Her words are nonsensical, melodic with wanting as she protests.

“Be a good little deer, and you can come. Say it.”

Violent thrashing of her head from side to side is all I get. God, she’s stubborn. Her body shakes as I tease her. I’m thrusting slower than should be possible. At this point, I’m tormenting myself as much as I am her, but I’ve gone too far to stop. Claire will give in. She has to.

I flick her clit with a fingertip, moving my hand when she tries to shove her hips against it for more friction. When I do it a second time, she shifts her legs around me, trying to force my cock deeper. Resisting her is agony because all I want to do is let her envelop me completely.

“I’ll wait,” I rasp, unable to keep the need out of my voice. “We can stay out here all night.”

“Fucking bastard,” she breathes, trying again to free her wrists.

I let her try. Claire’s strong, but I’m stronger. Pulling out again, I thrust against the crease of her thigh. My cock is slick with her arousal, slipping easily along her skin. It doesn’t feel half as good as her pussy, but it’s something while I try to hold out. Pressing my fingertip back to her clit, I rub a slow circle, then stop. Shifting back to center, my cock rests on top of her. So close to where we both want it, but not quite there.

Her blue eyes burn into mine, needy, defiant, and so goddamn beautiful it makes my chest ache as much as my cock. The feeling is surprising, a bit unnerving. Staring down at her flushed cheeks as she snarls up at me, I don’t feel like a predator who finally caught its prey. I feel like I’ve somehow gotten another predator on their back, and the power balance could change at any instant.