He thrust himself into her, deep…and then deeper, pinning her shoulders down with his hands so he could thrust even deeper. Leaves and debris dug into her back, her arms, her bound hands and her still-smarting ass. Kimberley shut her eyes tight, threw her head back, and howled, her heels trying to dig into the earth to help her thrust her hips up to meet Greg’s attack.
It was pure, primitive lust. Greg pounded her heavily, slamming her against the ground as if he was trying to drive her into it. Kimberley bucked and twisted, howling and moaning like a she-cat. It felt SO good…to be a captive female again, f****d and f****d HARD by a man who had captured her. It was even better that this man had gone to so much trouble to do that. She heard herself moaning his name, over and over again, he
