Chapter 3: Rising Action
The rough bark of the tree bit into her palms, her knuckles white as she gripped it for dear life. She could feel every inch of him, the texture of his cock, the scrape of his pubic hair against her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, a raw, primal force that drove her closer to the edge with every brutal drive. Her breasts swayed with each impact, her nipples scraping against the coarse surface of the tree, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," James growled, his voice ragged with lust. "Your cunt is so fucking tight, so goddamn wet.
James' breath was ragged, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He could feel the sweat dripping down his forehead, the cool air of the forest a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. He pulled out of Penny's ass, her muscles clenching around him, reluctant to let him go. He groaned, the sound primal and guttural, as he saw the evidence of their passion—her ass stretched wide, her pussy glistening with their mixed juices—and felt the need to claim her completely, to fill every inch of her with him.
"Turn around, baby," he commanded, his voice a low, growling whisper. "I want to see your face when I fuck you."
Penny complied, her body eager and compliant as she turned to face him. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her body was a roadmap of their passion—her nipples hard and red from the rough bark of the tree, her lips swollen from his kisses, her skin flushed and dewy with sweat.
James reached down, his hands gripping her hips, and lifted her slightly before slamming her back down onto his cock.
Penny cried out, her body arching as she was impaled on his length. The sensation was overwhelming, a raw, primal force that shook her to her core. "You feel so fucking good. Harder, James. Fuck me harder!"
James grunted, a low, animalistic sound, as he began to move. He thrust up into her, his hips snapping against hers with brutal force. Penny could feel every inch of him, the rough texture of his cock, the scrape of his pubic hair against her clit with each powerful drive.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on. Her tits bounced with each impact, the rough bark of the tree scraping against her back, adding to the mix of pain and pleasure that was consuming her.
"Fuck me, James," she screamed, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me like you hate me."
James growled, his eyes dark with lust and primal hunger. He bent down, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh. Penny gasped, her back arching as electric shocks of pleasure shot through her.