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Right in the MIDDLE OF DAMN FOREST!!!!!! YESS LAWDDD 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 I love a man who’s always ready for a second round 😘🤌🏽

You always write some good shit that has me feening Lmaoo. AND YALL BETTER REBLOG MY WIFE’S MAGNIFICENT WORK OF ART IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!

Wild, Part 2

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, fingering (female receiving) teasing, size kink, dirty talk, degradation kink if you squint, rough sex, cum play, primal if you squint, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some, I'm rushing, just let me know.

Summary: A year after the infamous hike, you and Terry return to the scene of the crime for a little naughty date.

Word Count: 1,574k

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A/N: In case you need a distraction. I was feral and zooted and well, that's where the magic happens babyyyeee. Love you all. Remember, this is a no drama zone. I am also on a mini hiatus as I rework my process. Thanks for dealing with me yall.

PSA, I no longer have a taglist for Terry fics. Please follow the side blog @lost-lovers-club and turn on all notifications. The only ones still tagged are part of my permanent list. Please don't ask to be on the permanent list just to get tagged for Terry. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

You had him this time.

You stepped carefully around twigs, fallen branches, and crunchy leaves. The air began to turn some weeks ago, going into late summer where fall began its hello.

Mr. Terry Richmond, your hotter than sin hiking partner turned boyfriend, was not going to beat you this time. You had a few narrow wins before. But now, you had victory on your tongue. Success singing in your ear.

The bubble and crackle of water was close enough that you ignored your screaming lungs and pushed forward. No stopping this time. That was how you got caught. Careful, measured breathing. Listening for signs of Terry.

You nearly sighed. That man never made a sound. It was creepy. 6'4 of pure muscle, thick everywhere it counted, and he moved like a dancer. Intentionally. Aware of his presence and knew how to wield it. Your heart thrummed in your chest.

Distractions, distractions. Sunlight doppled through gaps in the thick trees overhead. Bright green leaves swayed in the quiet breeze, birds sang. No sign that there was anyone else in the woods with you.

The thicket of trees parted ahead and just beyond the clearing and there was the river. You smiled but heard a twig snap. You gasped, foot paused midair, as you searched your surroundings. If you heard that, that was because he wanted you to.

Shivers ran down your spine as you swiveled your head, trying to take in too much at once. The rustle of the leaves, the calling of a bird, water bubbling over smooth rocks, the smell of pine, bark, and dirt. The sun burned your eyes and blood roared in your ears. Panic swept you back, away.

Your back hit solid muscle. You deflated with a deep sigh while Terry chuckled and leaned down to lick his lips next to your ear. "Found you," he said.

You turned around and poked him in the chest. Not that it did anything to him. It was like an ant punching a mountain. You tilted your head and pouted at Terry. He leaned back and stared you down. You matched him stare for stare, unwilling to bend. Or break.

Terry hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and pulled you closer. From this position, you had to crane your neck and look at him staring down at you. You hated him, You loved him.

"Another minute or two and I would've made it," you said. You nodded your head for good measure, ignoring the way Terry's hands searched beneath your shirt.

"But you didn't," Terry said and chuckled, a little too evilly for your tastes.

"Best two out of three?" You asked. You stepped away from him, hands flying to the button on your shorts. You kicked off your shoes as you stepped backward, careful to look at him and not bust your ass.

Terry leveled you with that spooky gaze of his. "Not a chance," he said. He stepped forward and took off his shirt, revealing one of your favorite qualities about him. His body was honed to perfection. Not too big and not too small. Rippling abs that flexed beneath your stare.

"Me and you are gonna fight," you said. Your shirt went next, toppling to the ground with a flick of your wrist.

Terry's eyes zoomed all over your body, taking in your matching panties and bra set. His eyes grew hungrier and hungerier, his lids lowering until he looked blissed out as you revealed more of yourself. He licked his thick lips and your eyes took in everything about him. His hands went to the button of his cargo pants and he slipped them off with his boxer briefs in one fell swoop.

He stepped out of them, revealing his long, thick dick. Heavy balls. Thick patch of dark hair framing it. You bit your lip and moaned, fresh slick coating your pussy. "We gon' fight?" He asked. He matched you step for step, closing the distance in record time because his legs ate up that much space.

His hand slipped around your neck and he pushed you backwards until your back hit a tree. You grabbed his hand and tried to fight him off, but he held on. "Or fight?" He asked, his voice going even deeper. So rumbly you felt it in your chest and your pussy.

He slipped his thumb into your mouth and you sucked, swirling your tongue around it like you wanted to do to his dick. He moaned and ground his hips into your belly, his dick poking you. He left a wet spot behind and your pussy throbbed.

You ached for whatever he was about to do next. You reached down to palm him, working him up and down the same way he was doing to you. Your thumb spread his precum all over his tip and he sighed. "Is that a threat?"

"Does it need to be?" He countered. He withdrew his thumb from your mouth and moved it between your legs. He immediately hunted for your clit, trailing his thumb back and forth over the swollen nub.

"You get on my nerves," you said.

In answer, Terry grabbed hold of your thigh with his free hand and lifted it high against his hip. Your cool skin against his warm body made you gasp and end on a moan. He was so alluring, so tall, so hot. Terry hummed low in his throat.

"Always this fuckin' attitude," he sighed. He closed his eyes briefly like he was really fed up with you.

You leaned forward and bit his shoulder. He hissed but moaned when you licked away the sting. "Still can't fuck this attitude outta me," you mocked but it only ended up sounding like a lusty dare.

Terry took it as such, working your clit faster and faster until your orgasm came speeding like a bullet train. You couldn't focus on him any longer as it overtook all your senses. You clutched onto him and dug your nails into his back while you flooded his fingers. He groaned low in the back of his throat.

"Ohh, we must like that," he purred. He nuzzled his wide nose against your ear and licked the shell of it.

You could only answer in breathy, needy moans as he played you expertly. Like you were his favorite instrument and he was a prodigy. "We must really like that. That all I get?" He asked.

He slipped two, thick fingers into your pussy, groaning when you came back to life. "Fuck you," you moaned as you blinked through tears.

You acted like it'd been a hundred years since you seen your man and not a full work shift. You'd giggle if you weren't so in love with him. And if his fingers weren't knuckle deep, making you eat your words.

"Give in?" He asked. He made a come hither motion and you exploded again, nails digging into him like he was a scratch post and not a human being. You couldn't help it. Pleasure suffused your body, making your eyes roll back as his fingers worked inside you.

It was so quiet in the woods around you that you heard your own lewd juices smacking against his hand. He dug the palm of his hand against your clit, adding fuel to an already burning inferno.

You went completely silent, rolling wave after rolling wave of pleasure cascading through your body. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," you finally gasped for air.

"There it is," he grinned into your neck. His lips followed behind, kissing right over your pulse. It beat steadily against his tongue as he widened your legs further and pushed inside.

You both groaned, heads falling against each other, as he slid home. He was not gentle. The first two were warning shots. Terry fucked you like he wasn't going to see tomorrow.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," you managed to breathe between strokes. He stretched you, the veins of his dick rubbing deliciously against your inner walls. Your thigh trembled in his grasp but he never lost pace. Never gave up the rhythm.

"Can't get enough," he pushed out, sweat poring from his head and down his chest. Your nipples rubbed against his chest, driving you up the wall with desire.

"Never," you moaned. Terry bit your neck while he tensed up and groaned, hot spurts of cum filling you.

"Shit," you moaned as you came right after him, from his throbbing dick.

You scratched at his back, bit onto his chest, and let your body surrender to the absolute bliss. You felt entirely too good, so in your body you half wondered why you retreated to your head so much.

Terry's hips moved once, twice, until he stilled. He slowly softened while he kissed your forehead. You lifted your head so that you could taste him. All mint and jerky.

His tongue dueled with yours, sucked on your bottom lip, and tugged. Instead of softening, he grew harder. Hard as a brick. He could build a house with how you felt him fill you to the brim again. Not that he wasn't already impressive at rest, but he managed to touch a deep part of you during sex that you weren't willing to give up.

"Already?" You asked.

Terry gave you a deep, nasty kiss. The kind that made your toes curl.

"What can I say, you bring the animal outta me."