Roman moves her hair away from her neck as he leans in and gently kisses her neck. Tuesday’s insides stir. She feels tingles from her vagina as it awakens and awaits his touch.
She breathes heavy as Roman spins her around and presses her ass against his cock as he nibbles on her neck. He gyrates back and forth as his hands press her hips closer to him. He can’t get enough of her. He can’t get close enough. He pulls her even closer as if they were glued together.
Tuesday reaches up over her head and locks her hands behind his neck. Her breasts rise up and defy gravity.
Roman untucks her shirt and slips his hands under her blouse. He squeezes her breasts and fingers the nipples through her bra.
Tuesday moans in ecstasy as Roman slides his hands down her hips until he reaches the end of her skirt. He grabs hold of the hem and shimmies it up to her waist.
Roman glides his hand over her panties and grabs her crotch. He allows one finger to slip inside and touch her vagina. It’s wet and inviting.
Tuesday reaches back for his cock and unzips his pants. She takes hold of his cock through his shorts. It’s exactly what she thought it would be; long, thick and rock hard.
Roman pulls Tuesday’s panties down to her thighs as she steps to the side to give Roman full access to her pinkness. He titillates and pinches her fuzzy lips. He rolls the folds of her vulva in-between his indexes before her finger fucks her full on. Oh my God, she can’t believe this is happening. It feels so damn good. At this moment, she would do anything this man asked of her with no questions asked.
With his fingers, he beats her into a slippery submission.
She tightens up her clit every time he goes deep, and releases it, every time he withdraws. She has complete control over her clit the way a gymnast has control over every one of their muscles.
Damn. Wait, she can’t go any further. She has to stop this right now.
Tuesday abruptly pulls away as his fingers disengage. She jerks up her panties and pulls down her skirt. She shoves the bottom of her blouse back down her skirt.
“What the fuck, Tuesday,” Roman says as he stands with his pants at his ankles.
Tuesday turns around and kisses Roman on the mouth.
Hard.
He reciprocates and grabs her luscious plump ass with both hands. He squeezes them tightly wanting to toss her salad.
Tuesday can’t leave him like this. She takes his hard cock in her hand and strokes it firmly. She imagines it inside her mouth, inside her pussy, as she gets into a rhythm. Roman groans and squirms right before he comes. His body relaxes as Roman takes Tuesday in his arms and holds her tight. He doesn’t want to let go.
He whispers in her ear, “I want you now. I want to taste you first hand. I want to get drunk off your juices.”
These words turn Tuesday on so much, that she almost forgets what she can and cannot do.
Roman pulls one of her breasts out and marvels at it’s shape and taste in between mouth fulls. He reaches down her skirt and inside her panties. He cups her vagina as he sucks her hard nipple. He sucks so intensely, that Tuesday releases cum into Roman’s hand. He grins with excitement as he pulls the hand from her crotch and licks it dry.
Roman then grabs her at the waist and sits her on top of the counter. He spreads her legs with his head. He places her feet on top of his shoulders as he bites at her inner thighs and crotch.
Tuesday leans grips the edge of the counter.
He moves the panties to the side of her bush with his teeth.
Tuesday throws her head back and moans in ecstasy as Roman nibbles on her labia and slips his tongue in and out of her.
Her juices continue to drip as Roman slurps up every drop. Roman plays with his member to get it hard again. He pinches the tip until it oozes with cum. He stands up and steps into her. He rubs his cock on the outside of her vagina. He massages the crease between her legs and crotch, her labia and her clit with his dripping, stiff member.
Roman positions himself to enter her when Tuesday abruptly closes her legs and jumps off the counter. She backs away and picks up her purse once again.
“I can’t explain why. But trust me, I want to. I just can’t right now,” Tuesday manages to say.
Tuesday exits the house leaving Roman confused.
Roman wonders if he can truly trust a woman like her; one who puts the breaks on something they both want; a woman with secrets he can’t begin to understand; a woman who may be lying to him.
Roman can handle a “no” from a woman, even a mysterious woman with secrets. But he won’t settle for a woman who chooses when to be honest with him.
Chapter Sixteen
Franklin Forrest opens up at daybreak every morning. Roman waits in his car and sips a black coffee while the Ranger unlocks the entrance and allows traffic to flow inside.
Sure he could have followed the same path as before with entering illegally, but he decides to wait, as he wants confirmation of what lies inside.
The Park Ranger climbs into her truck as Roman approaches, “Do you have a minute?” he asks in the most sincere way he can manage.
“What can I do for you,” the female Park Ranger says while she throws papers into the glovebox. Once she makes eye contact with Roman, she’s pleasantly surprised by this beautiful specimen of a man.
Roman understands his control over a woman and uses it to get what he wants when he wants. “My dog ran off, and I can’t find him.”
“Oh no,” she says as she feigns concern. She’s way more interested in him than some lost canine. “What does he look like?” she asks as she climbs out of her truck, shuts the door and remotely locks it.
“He’s a small thing, fluffy white, bow in the hair. Her name is Popcorn.”
“That doesn’t sound like the type of dog you’d have,” she says as she continues her fishing expedition, “Is it your girlfriend's or wife’s?”
Roman smirks, “No, she’s all mine.”
The Forest Ranger tries to control her excitement. “Then let's go. What direction did you see her run in?”
Roman walks along the fence, the same way he went before, but this time on the legal side of it. The Forest Ranger tries to keep the conversation going.
“You look familiar. Have we met before?” she asks as they walk through the thick brush. Roman uses his arms to break branches and clear the way for both of them.
“I don’t believe so,” he answers.
The Forest Ranger asks a follow-up question, “Are you, The Pretty?”
“You got me,” Roman confides, “But call me Roman.”
The Forest Ranger giggles to herself as she ogles Roman. Her eyes scan his masculine physique. She has never come this close to a celebrity before, and especially not one as sexy and handsome as, The Pretty.
“I caught your last bout at my friend’s house; the one with you and Razor. The guy is a slick one, but I was rooting for you the entire time,” she shares.
Roman turns and places a hand on her shoulder, “I appreciate that.”
Shivers run up and down the Forest Ranger’s arm. It feels like electricity was sent straight to her pussy. She twinges and shifts to hide its impact.
“Popcorn,” Roman calls out. The Forest Ranger follows suit. “Popcorn.”
Although she should be the one leading the way, she prefers that he does, so that she can enjoy the view. As he climbs over a log, he reaches out and takes her hand to help her make it over as well.
You would have thought that he had slipped his hands down her pants by the way she reacts, “Oooh, thhhanks soo soo much,” she purrs as he lets go of her hand.
They are deep in a wooded area and away from any bathroom. But Roman has to take a piss. Like most men, restrooms for urinating are a nice convince, but not a necessity.
“I have to take a leak. Give me a second,” Roman says as he turns his back on her.
“Oh, alright,” the Forest Ranger says as Roman finds the nearest tree and whips out his cock. He’s been d
rinking a lot of water and protein shakes, so his stream lasts for well over a minute.
Most women would turn their heads during this kind of awkward moment, but not this Forest Ranger. She takes a few quiet steps to the right to get a side view of this succulent man’s member.
My God, his dick is exactly what she envisioned a man such as The Pretty would have. She fixates on his circumcised cock with above average length. It’s thick with a slight curve up. He also looks like he trims his pubic hairs while still leaving a thick padding.
She is so turned on that she can’t turn away; even once he finishes, folds himself back in and turns to face her.
The Forest Ranger unbuttons the two top buttons of her shirt to cool off.
Roman has a little fun with her, “Come here,” he orders.
She takes one step at a time towards him. He grabs her hand and pulls her close. He places her hand on his cock.
“Go ahead, you can squeeze it.”
The Forest Ranger wastes no time as she uses both hands to massage his massive cock. Her vagina pulsates as she plays with his member.
Roman leans her up against a tree and stands inches from her face as she jacks him off. She uses one fist and tightly grabs his penis. She runs her hand up and down his shaft which causes friction.
A vein protrudes and runs the length of his member. He doesn’t kiss her or even touch her, but the proximity generates heat. Sweat streams down her breasts.
Roman has made a promise to himself that the next woman that he kisses will be Tuesday. The next woman that he touches will be Tuesday. The next woman that he makes love to will be Tuesday. But for now, he can get his rocks off with this Ranger in heat. He sees it as his civic duty.
Roman cocks his head back as he explodes on the tree next to her hips. He puts his dick back in his pants, and they continue the trek as if nothing has happened.
The Forest Ranger is a bit embarrassed by what she’s done. But she is wouldn’t take any of it back. She only wishes he would have taken her as well.
However, the closer they get to the spot where he thinks he saw Tuesday, the slower the Forest Ranger walks. She begins to lag behind.
‘Is there a problem?” Roman asks.
“I just don’t think popcorn went this way. We should try another direction,” she says with a quivering voice.
“Now why would you say that?” Roman asks. “Popcorn could have gone either way.”
“Then let’s do things my way, alright?” she says with a look of fright in her eyes.
Roman can tell by her body language, her eyes, and her voice, that he was close to something big, and this Forest Ranger knows exactly what it is.
“I know my dog, let’s keep going this direction,” Roman orders, but the Forest Ranger stands her ground.
“You didn’t lose your dog, did you?” she says as she comes to the realization that Roman has ulterior motives.
Roman tells her the truth, “No, I didn’t.”
The Forest Ranger turns and heads back the way they came.
“Wait,” Roman shouts.
The Forest Ranger turns back around.
“What are you afraid of? Why won’t you go the rest of the way with me? What are you hiding?”
The Forest Ranger back peddles, “I’m not hiding anything. We’re off the beaten path and things could get hairy.”
“What do you mean, hairy?” Roman asks, “Bears, coyotes?”
The Forest Ranger moves in close to him to find a way to distract or deter him. She unzips his fly and shoves her hand inside. “I can think of a lot better things to do,” she says as she grabs his dick and balls. “There’s a cabin about an eighth of a mile just over my shoulder.”
Roman yanks her hand from his package and zips up his fly, “What aren’t you telling me?”
Frustrated, the Forest Ranger speaks in a low tone, “Things have happened in the direction you want to go. People have disappeared; others escape scared shitless. Something happened to them, but, they refuse to tell anyone what it was. So, if you want to go that direction, that’s fine with me. But you’ll be on your own. I’m heading back.”
Roman is so used to facing down his enemies in the ring or cage. He knows who they are and what to expect. He studies their past behaviors and techniques. That is how he wins.
But this is a different situation. His enemy is unknown. He has no idea what lies ahead, if anything at all. But one thing is for sure; he’s damn well going to find out.
The Forest Ranger pivots on her heels and hikes back in the direction they just came from.
Roman comes to the very location where he squatted down and watched Tuesday get fucked by other-world beings. Or is it? Was it all just a nasty nightmare?
But if it was, why does this location feel so familiar? How come he recognizes the very shrub that he kneeled by the other night?
Roman walks out into the clearing and touches the tree Tuesday leaned up against. He remembers watching as one Being grabbed her breasts from behind; another kissed her while yet another stuck his fingers inside her with a look of curiosity.
The picture is so sharp that it plays over in his mind like a movie before his eyes. He is convinced that it was no dream; that it was real.
Hovering up above him, high atop the trees are the three Forces who flap their wings in sync. Their wings are aerofoil shaped with a sharp trailing edge. They aim diagonally downward to create lift and suspension.
A twig snaps. Roman’s heart beats out of his chest as he quickly spins around and comes face to face with Tuesday.
Chapter Seventeen
The three forces circle overhead as Tuesday rolls up her sleeve to expose the amulet in a way the Forces can see, but without Roman’s attention being drawn towards it.
The three Forces focus in on the amulet etched into Tuesday’s wrist. They decide not to attack, but to hover and watch for now.
Tuesday breaks the silence, “You found the location.”
Roman doesn’t know how to feel. He’s thankful that Tuesday has admitted that this place is real but upset that she has lied to him. Roman also wonders how she was able to cover up any trace of being with others?
“Then what I saw, it wasn’t a dream,” Roman states as fact.
Tuesday has to be extremely careful. She has to give him enough information to satisfy him, but not enough to put him in further danger.
“Yes, I was here, and you saw me,” Tuesday confides as she turns to walk away.
Roman reaches out and grabs her arm firmly in an aggressive move.
“You’re not going anywhere until I understand it all,” he pronounces.
Tuesday yanks her arm away from Roman. She glances upward and spots the three Forces. However, Roman still has no idea that they are above him.
She treads lightly.
“Okay. I’ll tell you,” Tuesday agrees.
Tuesday takes Roman’s hand and walks him to a log where they both have a seat; a place obscured from the view of the three Forces.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you, Roman.”
“No shit,” Roman offers up.
“You were here before, and so was I. But what you think you saw, didn’t happen,” Tuesday covers up.
“I came here to this place to meet up with an ex-boyfriend. He’s been following me around, and won’t take no for an answer.”
“I could have taken care of him,” Roman shoots back.
“No, I fight my own battles. I don’t want you dragged into any of this. He discovered that you and I were spending work hours together, and he became jealous. He wants to be with me and doesn’t want anyone else in the picture. So he slipped something in your water meant to knock you out. It’s his way, the coward that he is, to get the upper hand over you. He knows he doesn’t stand a chance if you were one-hundred percent.”
“When did he have the chance?” Roman asks.
“He must have found a water bottle in your unlocked car, that’s my guess. How
ever, because you’re in excellent physical shape, the drug took much longer to react than he anticipated. So when you followed me here, the drug was slowly taking effect, I suppose. And when you found me, we were— I believe you know the rest.”
Roman stands up, “So there was only one person here?”
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