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mckenzie
I'm runningthrough the forest.
The ground is rough, strewn with twigs and rocks as sharp as bone fragments. I hear footfalls behind me, heavy and relentless. My side aches. I can't catch my breath.
Turn around,a voice says.Look and see.
But I'm afraid to look. Afraid to see.
I keep running.
“Kenzie...”
I run until I trip, stumble, scrape my knees.
“Kenzie, it’s okay.”
He’s coming.
“I’ve got you.”
He’s coming.
“Kenzie.”
My eyes snap open. I blink into the darkness.
“Daddy?” I whisper.
“It’s okay, baby. You were dreaming.”
I suck in a ragged breath. “Was I screaming?”
“No,” he says. “Just whimpering and kicking.”
I wince. “Did I kick you?”
He chuckles. “Not too hard.”
I whine as he pulls me tight against his body. “I’m sorry.”
He kisses my cheek. "Don't you worry about my shins, baby. This Ranger’s had a helluva lot worse."
I roll onto my side with my back to Austin’s chest as his arms fold around me.
“What time is it?” I ask.
“A little after three.” He kisses my neck. Once, twice, and again... Then I feel his cock pulse against my backside. He’s halfway to hard. Suddenly, finding a better excuse to be awake at three a.m. is all I care about.
I grind my ass against him ‘til he’s hard as a tree trunk.
“Mmm... Careful, baby girl. You keep that up and neither of us will be falling back to sleep anytime soon.”
“What if I’m not ready to go back to sleep yet?”
“Well, in that case....” He shifts me onto my stomach, sliding his hand between my legs from behind. I whimper into the pillow as he pets my lower lips, his touch akin to a whisper.
He centers a finger over my clit, circling. My pussy flutters. I lift my hips in a silent plea for him to rub me harder.
“Down, baby girl.” He shifts on top of me. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my fun with you.”
Austin’s weight is a welcome presence against my back. His hands find mine in the darkness, his fingers weaving between my fingers, pinning me in place. I feel like prey at the mercy of a predator, caught and captured.
And just as he’s about to fuck me, I realize that if I knew it was Austin chasing me through the forest in my dreams, I wouldn’t be scared. I’d be excited, aroused, aching for his hands and lips and teeth. Instead of waking up screaming, I’d pray not to be woken up until after he’d had his fill of me.