Catch Me If You Can (Roleplay #1)

This is the first of my three roleplay fantasies, expanded. I wanted to share those fantasies in depth. I hope you enjoy...

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I told him to chase me.

I told myself I could escape.

But when he caught me?

I stopped pretending I didn’t want it.

Primal. Relentless. I ran, but he took me anyway.

Listen to me break when he pins me down and fucks me like prey.

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The second I heard the snap of a branch behind me, my stomach flipped.

Not in fear.

Not really.

But in that way that makes your skin prickle, your breath catch, your thighs clench with a rush of anticipation.

I bolted.

Not because I truly wanted to get away.

But because I needed to be hunted.

The night air kissed my skin, cool and damp, raising goosebumps along my arms and thighs.

My lungs heaved with each breath.

My heart thundered.

Not just from the sprint, but from what I knew was coming.

I could hear you behind me.

Heavy, deliberate steps that crushed twigs and leaves underfoot.

Loud on purpose.

You weren’t stalking.

You were chasing.

Owning the forest with your presence.

Owning me.

I veered off the path, darting into the brush.

My legs were aching. My throat dry.

My shirt clung to my body, soaked with sweat and arousal.

I tripped over a root, caught myself on a branch, scratched my palm raw.

I didn’t care.

That sharp sting only made the moment more real.

I ducked behind a tree, flattened my back to the rough bark, trying to calm my frantic breath.

But I was dripping.

Trembling.

And even in that stillness, I ached for you to find me.

And you did.

I didn’t even hear you approach—

Your hand clamped down around the back of my neck, thick fingers tightening with primal force.

You spun me forward.

My chest hit the tree.

Your body crashed into mine, solid and burning hot, pressing me into submission.

Your breath was fire against my ear.

No words.

Just that low, animal growl that made my knees buckle instantly.

I whimpered, twisted.

One last, pathetic show of resistance.

Your fingers wrapped around my wrists, pinning them behind my back.

Tightly.

Brutally.

Deliciously.

“Going somewhere, slut?”

Your voice rasped like gravel, dripping with mockery.

“I… I wasn’t…”

“Liar,” you hissed.

You shoved your thigh between mine, prying them apart with a cruel confidence.

My skirt was rucked up with no ceremony, exposing the soft, flushed skin beneath.

You didn’t ease in.

You didn’t tease.

Two fingers, thick and unrelenting, slammed into me.

My slick heat welcomed you greedily, clenching and fluttering like I’d been starving for this.

I gasped.

Loud.

Desperate.

You leaned in, mouth grazing my ear.

“Look how wet you are,” you growled. “Running didn’t help you one bit.”

My moans betrayed me.

My hips rocked back into your hand, chasing the pressure.

My pussy clenched around your fingers with every brutal thrust.

You didn’t slow down.

You curled your fingers just right, grinding into that sensitive spot that made me sob.

Every sound I made. Every tremble and twitch. You devoured.

And then, you pulled out.

Spit on your cock.

Dragged the thick head along my swollen folds, smearing wetness everywhere.

I whimpered at the contact, so close, so unbearable.

“No begging this time,” you said.

And with one savage thrust, you slammed inside.

I screamed.

Loud.

Raw.

You split me open.

Filled me so deep I could feel it in my gut.

My pussy fluttered around you, sucking you in, desperate to be used.

You fucked me like an animal.

Brutal.

Rhythmic.

Your hips pounded against my ass, the sound echoing through the trees.

Skin against skin, sharp and wet and obscene.

One hand fisted in my hair.

The other gripped my hip tight enough to bruise.

You drove into me again and again, forcing me up onto my toes.

Grinding.

Stretching me open.

Owning me.

“You’re mine,” you growled. “You always were.”

I sobbed.

My body gave up the act completely, knees buckling, muscles shaking.

I moaned your name, over and over, like a prayer.

Your cock throbbed inside me, thick and veined, dragging against every sensitive nerve.

The angle. The depth. The force.

You fucked the fight out of me.

Fucked me into a mindless, broken mess.

And I loved every second of it.

I came hard.

A blinding, screaming, body-shaking climax that had me clenching down on you, gasping through the tears.

It was too much.

Too good.

Too right.

You didn’t stop.

You fucked me through it, into it, until I was boneless, limp, soaking your cock with everything I had.

And then you came.

Deep.

Hard.

Hot.

Your teeth bit down on my shoulder as your cock pulsed, flooding me with thick heat.

You held me tight, buried inside, hips twitching with the aftershocks.

The forest was quiet again.

Only our breath.

Our bodies.

Our mess.

You pressed your forehead to the back of my neck and whispered,

“You ran well.”

I smiled. Wrecked, bruised, blissful.

Next time, I might run just a little slower.

Catch Me If You Can (Roleplay #1) by FoxxxAudio

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