Page 40 of The Ex-cavenger Hunt

“You have no idea how badly I want inside this tight little pussy,” I growl, dropping to my knees behind her. I press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh, inhaling her arousal.

Lily whines my name in protest as I tease her slick folds with my thumbs, spread wide and glistening for me. “Tell me what you need, Lily.”

“I need you,” she begs breathlessly, rocking back against my hand. “Please, Ethan . . .”

“You need me to . . .What do you need from me, baby?” I ask with a commanding voice.

“To fuck me.” The desperation in her voice has me throbbing painfully. I can’t resist her pleas a second longer. Lining myself up, I slide into her tight cunt in one powerful claiming stroke.

We both cry out gutturally at the incredible fullness. She is gripping me in the most addictive way. Steadying myself with one hand fisted in the sheets, I wait for her inner muscles to relax around my cock.

“So fucking perfect,” I rasp out once I have a shred of control. “You feel that, baby? Feel how well you take every thick inch of me?”

All I get is a stammering whine in response. I take it as encouragement to move, withdrawing nearly all the way before burying myself to the hilt again. My hips surge in a greedy rhythm, unable to get enough of her velvet depths squeezing me so exquisitely. With each powerful thrust, she cries out sharply—perfect, helpless little sounds that spur me on relentlessly.

“That’s it, sweetheart . . . take it all for me.” I gather her hair in my fist, pulling her torso upright against my chest. She arches back, giving me even deeper access. “You love the way I fill you up, don’t you?”

“Yes . . . oh God, yes,” Lily sobs brokenly. “Don’t stop. Neverstop.”

I have no intention of stopping until I’m utterly spent inside her. My free hand roams her body possessively—squeezing her breast, dragging nails down her flat stomach. She shudders at every scorching caress.

Each roll of her hips to meet mine, every breathy whimper of pleasure . . . it’s all like throwing gasoline on the blazing fire of my desire. I’m rapidly losing what little control I had.

“You feel so goddamn perfect wrapped around my cock,” I grate out harshly. “I’m going to come so hard for you, Lily. Over and over until you’re a trembling, satisfied mess beneath me.”

A tremulous cry is torn from her throat at my crude promise. Her inner walls flutter wildly around my length, signaling her imminent release. I bear down harder, ruthlessly pursuing both our shattering peaks . . .

“Come for me, Lily,” I growl heatedly in her ear. My hand slides down to massage her clit urgently, knowing it will be enough to send her over the edge. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

And that’s all it takes. She cries out my name desperately, body bowing with the force of her orgasm. Her walls clamp down on me in a viselike grip, triggering my own release.

I thrust relentlessly through our combined pleasure, riding out every wave until we both collapse onto the bed in a tangled heap.

We lay there for several minutes, panting and trying to catch our breaths. Slowly, I slide out of her and gather her into my arms, kissing away the tears that have gathered in her eyes.

“Are you alright?” I whisper against her forehead.

She nods weakly, still trembling from the intensity of our encounter. “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she confesses.

I can’t help but smirk at her admission. “Just wait until next time, baby.”

Her cheeks flush at my promise and I can’t resist capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

“I think I need some water,” she murmurs when we break apart.

“I’ll go get some,” I offer, getting up from the bed reluctantly.

Once we’ve both had some water and taken care of any necessary bathroom trips, we return to bed.

As we settle, our bodies sated and spent, I pull Lily close, relishing the feel of her soft, warm skin against mine as we cuddle beneath the cool, crisp sheets. The cozy intimacy of sharing a single bed feels like a perfect fit, our bodies molding together as if we were always meant to be this way. Yet, even as I bask in the afterglow, a nagging sense of doubt begins to creep into my mind.

I’ve never been the type of man to stick around, to commit to something real and lasting. My past is littered with fleeting encounters. But as I gaze down at Lily, her face soft and peaceful in the dim light of the room, I feel a fierce longing to be different, to be better. To be the man she deserves.

She stirs in my arms, her eyes fluttering open, and a sleepy smile graces her kiss-swollen lips. The sight of her, so trusting and content in my arms, sends a surge of emotion coursing through my veins, a heady mix of love, protectiveness, and an overwhelming desire to prove myself worthy of her.

I brush a tender kiss against her forehead.

As we drift off to sleep, our limbs entangled and our hearts beating in sync, I allow myself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, I can be the man she needs.

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