CHAPTER 5
MIA
I claw the bark, nails digging, whispering broken pleas against his hand. “Harder—please—don’t stop—”
He speeds up, hips snapping, balls slapping my c**t with every stroke. The sound is wet, obscene, echoing through the trees.
“Mia? Chris? You guys okay?” Aunt Lisa’s voice, distant but clear.
We both freeze, buried balls-deep.
Chris leans close, breath hot on my neck. “Answer her.”
I swallow, try to sound normal. “Y-yeah!”
Another thrust, punishing. “Good girl.”
He starts again, faster, rougher, like he’s racing the clock. My legs shake. I’m so close.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growls. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me dripping out the rest of the hike.”
“Yes—yes—please—” I sob into his hand.
He reaches around, rubs my c**t once, twice—
I come hard, p***y clamp
