That burning moment
🎃 Happy Halloween everyone! 🎃
Thought I'd post another story with our favorite hockey masked guy to celebrate one of my favorite days of the year! Another one so soon?! I was just inspired was all! I promise there will be more variety lol! Anyway enjoy!
Word count: 1,058 Warning: Some sexual content with your favorite guy
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It was one of those bitter cold nights at Camp Crystal Lake, and the only light glowing from one of the cabins was from a roaring fire. Jason decided it would've been best to just nip the problem in the bud before more people started showing up to his domain, slowly walking his way up to the cabin he noticed one of the windows open in the kitchen, a breeze blowing the curtains covering the windows enough to see who could be inside. It'd help him figure out if it was going to be a bit more of a challenge, well annoyance, to him when it came to killing whoever it was. First thing he noticed was the baggy white shirt hanging over a small frame, and ratty looking pajama bottoms, bright colorful socks poking out. His eyes working their way up to soaking wet, almost still dripping long hair and a face partially flushed. Assuming it was from the hot bath or shower you had just taken, his eyes worked back down to your wide hips, a soft grunt escaping him as he felt his erection grow. You were very plain, with not much to see. A bit on the shorter chunkier side of life, but it wasn't unpleasant to you and regardless of what others thought you loved yourself. Dancing around to the soft music you had playing he felt his chest tighten. The most gorgeous creature to set foot in his camp he couldn't help but stare. Finally with your back to him, his grip tightened around his machete as he heard your soft voice utter,
“Ugh...fuck yes finally.” A satisfied look on your face as he grimaced to himself. Finally seeing that you weren't in the company of another, but simply accomplished opening a lid to a pickle jar. He rolled his eyes before continuing to watch you,
“She's beautiful Jason, and not just on the outside. She's got a warm soul. Don't hurt this one for Mommy, I think she will enjoy time with you my sweet boy.”
A nod was all Jason could give before watching you eat your snack and walking into the other room, before out to your porch to see the rain. A flash of lightning and that's when you first saw his large form standing on the edge of the small dirt road by your cabin. Your eyes simply went wide, but no scream so the hope was thundering in his chest. His heavy boots were sinking into the mud with each step towards you, expecting you to ran you simply stood still and watched him carefully. You felt no bad intent so you were silent as to not scare him away. His hockey masked face peered up at you, soft eyes staring and the thunder as loud as both your heart's in that instant for each other. Neither of you feared the other, but it was like an instant connection burned between you two, electrifying the air even more. Dropping his weapon on your porch as his tall muscular frame scooped you up in an instant, your thick thighs wrapping eagerly around his waist, your arms around his muscle bound neck the wetness between your thighs practically dripping like your hair. His wide hands easily ripped through the thin fabric of your clothes, yours slipping down between the both of you to undo the zipper on his jeans. Eagerly putting you down on the floor beside the fireplace he knew he had to claim you as his before anyone else ever could. Sure you had been with others, but none that touched every single inch of you, setting your body on fire in a way never felt before. It was like all of you was to be cherished and loved by your strong silent murderous hero, and you were absolutely living for it. Neither of you were sure if this was the right thing to do the first moment you meet someone, but it felt like the universe was finally coming together, which both of you would be doing very soon. Reaching down between the both of you, you helped to guide his cock to your sweet spot. Sure he'd stopped plenty of teens in his day from doing this exact thing, but he still had no real clue on what he was supposed to do. A moan escaping you as the tip rubbed against your clit was all the reassurance he needed, before one swift motion pushed all of him into you at once, bottoming out as you screamed in pleasure. Gripping onto his shoulders, you were sure he'd bleed before you let him completely ravage you. Pushing in and out, your small form moving in sync with his, grunts escaping him and very loud moans escaping you. The fire was burning hot, but the friction between your bodies was almost too much to bear. His large hands on your hips we're squeezing so hard you knew that bruises would be a no brainer, and you loved it. His movements becoming less graceful was the first clue he was close, but your orgasm was beginning to wash over you. Thighs squeezing harder around his hips as you moaned against his neck you felt his hot cream spilling inside of you, marking you as his.
“Well...That is certainly an amazing way to say hello to someone don't you think Jason?” A soft exhausted laugh escaped you as he stared at you, slowly pulling himself out from you.
“Of course I know about you, I was warned probably a million times. But I needed to be away from everything, and if it meant possibly the end of my life so be it. I just needed something new and I'm glad you were the one to give it to me.” Smiling sweetly up at him before hugging him tightly. The both of you proceeded to sit on the floor by the fire, a blanket wrapped around you with his strong frame holding you close. The rest of the night was spent talking about your past as he passionately listened while the rain continued to pour. The next morning after hours of talking he was still there holding you close as you slept, and it was only the beginning of the amazing journey between the two of you.