Storming out of the little red house that I had come to love as a second home I marched towards the imposing figures of the men who had taken my sun away from me. As I got closer I realized just how tall they really were, my direct line of sight not even coming up to their necks. Yelling at them I let all of my pain and frustrations of the past two weeks out. "You did this to him he didn't want this!" A remark from the one on the end had me whirling around to slap him in the face before I could even register my movement. Looking down at my hand I could feel a warm tingling sensation that was most definitely not from the slap that I had just landed n his cheek. I looked up and immediately became trapped in pools of melted chocolate that held a great sadness within their depths. Without conscious effort I found myself moving closer to this intimidating man who had captured my attention so thoroughly.
"Mine" he growled out as his large hand came to rest along my cheek and wrapped around to the back of my neck. "Yours" was the only response I could come up with that seemed right. Why was I feeling this way about a guy I had only just met, I didn't even know his name for crying out loud. Even with those thoughts flying around my brain I couldn't find it within myself to care.
Loud laughter broke me from the spell this beautiful man had me under but I could not find the will to move away from him. Looking at his friends I realized that they were all laughing at us "Oh god, I can't believe it" One wheezed out whilst he was hunched over with his hands on his knees
Looking back at my mystery man (I really needed to find out his name) I just raised an eyebrow in question all I got in response was a terse "later" before he picked me up so that my legs wrapped around his muscular torso before he stated to run back into the forest. Even though I barely knew this man I wasn't scared about him taking me away, the motion of his running was doing delicious things to my core which was pressed against his abs which I just want to lick, at that thought I felt a rush of liquid pool in my panties before I heard a deep growl coming from him.
"What's your name?"
"Paul, you better remember that because you will be screaming it soon enough"
his words did nothing but increase my desire for him. I knew I should be scared, offended even that he thought that I was going to be that easy but at this moment, for him, I was going to be that easy. It seemed like he was all I wanted and needed so I just thought fuck it, I deserve a little bit of happiness and started to kiss up and down his neck as we ran. All I could think now was that I hoped that we would get where we were going soon because I don't know how much longer I could take this delicious friction without getting more and his near constant growling was doing nothing to help the matter.
AN. Hey guys this is my first story and I am not sure whether I should continue on with it or not. Let me know what you think in the reviews