Page 46 of Hunted

Zara shivers, her body trembling against mine. I can feel her arousal growing, her inner walls fluttering around my cock.

“Aksel," she breathes, her voice tinged with desperation. "I...I can't..."

"Shh," I soothe, trailing kisses along her jawline.

Her eyes flutter closed, and a soft whimper escapes her lips.

With a wicked grin, I lean in and capture her lips in a searing kiss, claiming her mouth with a fierce possessiveness. She melts against me, her body pliant and yielding.

Her body betrays her eagerness. I feel her needy little whimpers against my neck as she bucks her hips, seeking the friction she craves. She knows not to disobey, but her hunger for more is plain to see—and feel.

A smile curves my lip. "What's this, baby girl?" I purr, nipping at her lobe. "Can't control that naughty little pussy of yours?"

"P-please, Aksel," she whimpers, her voice shaking. "I need more. I need you to fuck me, please."

I chuckle, the sound deep and rumbling. "You can't keep my cock warm without begging for more, huh?" I tease, giving her a slight rock of my hips to demonstrate exactly what I'm denying her.

"You're such a naughty little slut, aren't you, Zara?" I murmur, twisting my fingers in her hair and forcing her head back roughly. "Couldn't keep that greedy cunt of yours still if your life depended on it."

She moans, her eyes fluttering closed as I tweak her nipple. "Please," she begs, her voice hoarse. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. Just please, fuck me and make me yours."

I smirk, loving having my girl completely at my mercy. I tighten my grip on her hair, tugging at it to let her know I’m in control.

"Since you asked so nicely, baby girl," I growl, grabbing her hips and lifting her off my cock before slamming her back down. "Take it. Take my cock nice and deep."

A keening whimper escapes her as I fuck her with hard, relentless thrusts. She's breathless, boneless against me, and I know she's hanging on by a thread.

"Good girl," I praise, peppering kisses along her jawline, even as I mercilessly pound into her. "That's how you keep my cock warm, little bird. You take it hard and deep, and you beg for more."

Her climax builds. I can feel it in the flutter of her inner walls, the way she squeezes me like a vise. "Come for me," I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “But keep those greedy thighs of yours nice and wide. Let me see how wide you can stretch for me."

At my words, she cries out, her body convulsing around me as she shatters into a million pieces. I feel her inner walls pulsing, milking me, and it takes every ounce of my control not to follow her over the edge.

But I'm not done yet. I slow my thrusts, drawing out her pleasure, relishing her soft, satiated whimpers. "That's it, little bird," I croon, kissing her forehead gently. "Ride that high for me. Let your pussy milk my cock."

Zara shudders, her body trembling in the aftermath of her release, and I can feel the slight convulsions of her inner walls as they continue to pulse around me.

“A-Aksel," she breathes.

Her words trail off into a moan as I start to move again, slow and deep, drawing out her post-orgasmic bliss.

"I...I can't—oh God?—"

"So sensitive, aren't you, little bird?" I purr, nipping at her neck, marking her as mine. "My greedy little slut, always wanting more."

She whimpers, her fingers digging into my arms, her thighs clenching tight around my hips. "I can't help it," she gasps, her voice pleading. "It's too much, Aksel. I can't?—"

I cut off her words with a particularly deep thrust, silencing her with a groan. "Can't what?" I challenge, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back into her. "Can't take it? Or can't get enough?"

“B-both," she stammers, her eyes squeezed shut as I pound into her. "I can't take any more, but I need—oh, God, Aksel—more!"

I pull out of my little bird's cunt, and with a savage growl, I sweep the plates off the table. Zara gasps, her eyes widening as the porcelain shatters, but she doesn't protest as I bend her over the table. Her skirt hikes up, baring that luscious ass I've been dying to claim.

I can't resist the urge to bite one plump cheek, marking her as mine. She cries out, her body tensing.

Stepping back, I grab a bottle of olive oil and pour a generous amount onto my palms. I smirk as I rub my hands together, feeling the slick liquid warm between my fingers.

"Now," I purr, tracing a finger down the crack of her ass. "It's time to give my little bird something she needs."

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