Just like that he gives me another piece of information, and I latch onto it. “You did?”
He kneads my ass again, rubbing the cheek through the fabric of my dress, inching it up, making it all wrinkled and messy. “Yeah, every time you danced for me. Every time you spun on your toes for me, I wanted to grab you. I wanted to grab your waist, bend you over my Mustang and flip up your dress. I wanted to stick my cock in you and fuck that fairy hole until you screamed. And no one would’ve heard you, if you had. No one would’ve come to save you if I wanted to fuck you and fuck you and come inside your sweet, innocent, sacred body. I’ve wanted to do that a million times, Fae. Here, in these woods. I’ve wanted to trash that tight little temple between your legs and send you home to your four overprotective older brothers with my cum leaking out of it. To send them a message, see. To tell them that you’re mine. That tight little prize between your ballerina legs belongs to me. Fuck soccer. Fuck everything else. I just want that prized pussy for myself. That’s why I brought you here.”
I arch my body into his. I can’t help it.
I stick my tits out and rub my belly against his torso because he’s making me crazy now, gasping, “Roman.”
And he takes advantage of that.
He presses his stubbled face in between my breasts, rubs the soft skin with his jaw, sucks on it, sinks his teeth in the meat, leaving little love bites.
“That’s why,” he growls when he’s played out with them, when my breasts are all tender and achy and begging to be sucked on again. “Because I’ve thought about fucking you here a million times and I’m going to do it today. I’m going to take your virgin ass here. In these woods. Out in the open. Tell me you understand.”
I jerk out a nod, my fingers in his hair and my tits in his face. “Yes.”
“Tell me you’ll let me.”
God, is that even a question?
“Yes, I’ll let you.”
He buries his face in my tits again, this time pulling on the bodice of my dress and my bra until my nipple is showing and he sucks it into his mouth, growling at the taste.
“God, Roman,” I moan, arching into his mouth even more.
“I’m going to spread you on my Mustang, Fae,” he whispers over my breasts. “And then I’m going to fuck you in your ass, but first, I’ll fuck you in your pussy. I’m a bad guy but I’m not a savage. I took your virginity without a care but I’ve put a lot of thought into this. I’ll make you all loose and horny first. I’ll make your pregnant snatch gush cum over my dick. So it’s all lubed up, Fae, before I put it in your tightest hole. Do you understand what I’m saying to you? I’ll grease it up real good before I put my big cock in your ass so it’s easier for you to take. So it doesn’t hurt you as much, because I’ll lose my mind if it hurts you.”
“It won’t,” I say even though I know it will.
His big cock in my ass will hurt but I don’t care about that.
I want him in there. I need him.
“And then I’ll fuck you real nice and slow. Real careful. As I rub your swollen belly. You know how much I love it, don’t you? Your pregnant belly, your pregnant tits. I love it all, Fae. I love that I gave it to you. Me. Even though I had no right to. Even though I never had the privilege.”
“You did. You —”
“And I’ll do all that until you come again and I come in your last hole because your ass won’t quit squeezing me. The only hole I haven’t had yet. In this place where you danced for me and where you called me a villain. That’s why I brought you here, Fae. Because that’s what I am, a villain. And this is what a villain does, doesn’t he? He spreads his girl on the hood of his car and goes to town on her ass. Out in the open with her pregnant belly sticking out and her tits jiggling. This is what a villain does to the girl he wants.”
He is right.
This is what a villain does.
He fucks the girl he wants out in the open for the whole world to see. He not only fucks her, he takes her virginity that way.
On his Mustang, in the woods where he first captured her.
And the girl he’s captured, she has no qualms about it.
She doesn’t care if the world sees her. They can see if they want to.
That she’s got his baby in her belly and his cock in her ass.
But I have to tell him something. Something very important. Something that I want him to know and to understand. That this is not why he brought me here.
He didn’t bring me here because he’s a villain.
He might be that, yes. But his reasons were different.
And when he spreads me over the hood of his Mustang — on his cozy hoodie though; he’s not a savage as he told me — and parts my legs, his cock all lined up with my leaking pussy, I put a hand on his bare stomach where he’s inched up his t-shirt to have a clear view of what he’s doing to me.
I stop him and whisper, “This isn’t why you brought me here.”
He frowns. “What?”
“You didn’t bring me here because you’re a villain.” I dig my nails in his abs. “You brought me here because this place is special. This place is ours. You brought me here, Roman, because in this place, there’s no heartbreak. In these woods, I’m still sixteen and you’re the guy who watches me dance. I’m your Fae and you’re my Roman. That’s why. Because this place is us.”
Isn’t it?
This place, these woods are before.
Before the tragedy struck and he broke my heart. Before he became haunted and I became broken. Before I found out that he’s just a lonely boy and I’m just a girl in love.
In this place, we’re magical, him and I.
We’re timeless. We’re frozen.
In this place, I’m still his dancing fairy and he’s my wild mustang.
That’s why my gorgeous villain brought me here.
And when I tell him that, his eyes flare for a second like this is only occurring to him right now. Just like when he realized that he loves our baby, our Halo.
God, he’s so clueless. So lost.
My sweet, sweet villain.
But then his eyes turn predatory and full of desire.
Full of something that looks a lot like love.
But I know better.
I know better than to read into things. He’s taught me well.
So when he enters my body, I don’t think it’s love. Even though it feels like it.
It feels like this might be how my Roman shows his love, by driving me back to our special place and taking the last thing on my body that he hasn’t taken. By leaving his mark everywhere.
By building a shrine on my body, turning it into his love letter.
I would think about this more, but he chooses that moment to rub my clit and make me come.
And then he does everything as he told me he would.
He greases up his cock with my juices so he can put it in my ass. So he can dip his slippery head inside my tightest hole and make me arch and moan. And when it still doesn’t go in smoothly, he spits on it.