(ARLO)
Miles's breaths grow harsher. His eyes are now painfully bright to look at. My excitement grows more by the minute. I should be afraid of him now more than ever yet what I can do is fumble with his belt.
He glances up at the dark sky and snarls. With shaky hands, I unzip his slacks and fumble with my own.
He shoves me against the tree trunk behind me, glaring at me with a feral look. Ravenous even. I press a soft kiss on his lips, whimpering with need. His lips curl like an angry dog about to bite then he pulls my jeans down to my knees. The cold beats my bare ass but I'm too turned to even do something about it.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing then nudges my thighs apart as far as they can go. I didn't remove the jeans completely so they are still restricting my movement. Even so, I'm still able to spread my thighs apart wide enough for him to settle between my shaky thighs.
