Page 97 of The Hunt of Night

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Heat coils in my stomach, desperate to feel him in every way, eager to show how much he matters to me using my body since my words aren’t doing it justice.

“Strip for me,” I murmur, running my tongue over my bottom lip as he stands at the foot of the bed, slowly peeling his t-shirt off. The way he reaches over his head, grabbing the fabric from the back before taking it off in one swift move, has my thighs pressing together again.

He knows the effect he’s having on me. I can sense it in his darkening gaze as he unbuttons his pants and strips down to just his boxers. I gasp at the outline of his cock through the black material before he discards those too.

“That’s a goddamn weapon,” I rasp, blinking at the sheer length of his dick as it juts toward me. “Oh, you like that, huh? Compliments are your thing,” I muse with a grin, forcing my gaze from his thick length to meet his stare.

“We both know what I’d like more,” he purrs. “But first, let me see you, Princess.”

I shiver under his order, clambering to my feet on top of the bed as my gaze remains locked on his.

Hot and hooded.

Reaching for the spaghetti straps at my shoulders, I tug them down my arm, and the silk material pools at my feet a moment later. I’m bare. Not an inch of fabric between us, and I preen under his stare, hyper aware of the way his pupils dilate.

His eyes rake over me, setting my skin on fire as goosebumps rise in their wake, but before he can give me another order, I sink to my knees. I bounce with the motion before I crawl the remaining distance toward him.

“I’m going to have to test the thickness of your dick with my mouth before I let you anywhere near my needy cunt.”

“Fuck, Princess,” he croaks, the muscles in his forearms and thighs tensing with need as his hand wraps around his cock, edging the tip in my direction.

Up close, it only seems to grow. I reach out tentatively, engulfing his length with my hand, and I struggle to get my fingers and thumb to meet.

Holy shit.

He’s going to split me in two.

I wrap my other hand around him too, and there’s still so much dick on display that I might cry with delight.

“You’ve had a feel. Now mouth only, Addi.”

I shiver, flexing my fingers around him once more before I do as he says. My palms don’t go far, splaying across his thighs as my nails bite into his skin, and I run my tongue over the tip of his cock.

His muscles bunch even more as I tease him, looking up through my lashes at him to see his pupils completely blow. That immediately brings my teasing to a halt, and with my next breath, I feel the weight of him on my tongue as I take a real taste.

He groans—the only sound of encouragement I need to carry on—and I take him to the back of my throat, holding back an inch before I choke to death. Retracting, I pout, glaring at the offending appendage.

“What’s wrong, Princess?”

“I’m going to need you to fuck my mouth with it. Otherwise, I’m never going to get more than the tip past my lips,” I admit, earning a scoff of surprise, but he must sense the seriousness in my eyes as my gaze fixes on his.

“I can’t, Addi. I need you to remember I’ve never fucking done this before, and I’m already skirting the edge now. The only place I want to come is in your cunt, not your mouth,” he rasps, making my mouth dry with excitement.

“With the size of this thing, you can’t tell me it doesn’t have a double-loaded barrel,” I retort, encasing my lips around his dick once again before he can tell me otherwise.

I work his cock, taking more and more with every pass, and his fingers quickly work their way into my hair, tugging at the loose strands.

“Fuck,” he grinds out, his voice hoarser than ever, and when the tip of his cock reaches the back of my throat again, I gag, completely overwhelmed by the size of him, but the way he makes me swallow around him is enough to send him overthe edge. “Fuck, Addi. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants, his hands curling tighter in my hair as he paints my throat with his release.

It takes a moment for his grasp to relent, and I take a deep breath the moment he does.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, my pussy pulsing in anticipation as he shakes his head.

“You missed a bit, Princess.” He presses the pad of his thumb against my bottom lip, smearing the remnants of his release before easing it into my mouth for me to suck.

My eyes roll to the back of my head at the action, and when I can finally meet his stare again, his want only shines brighter. Looking down at his cock, I’m not surprised to find it just as hard as it was moments earlier, and I grin.

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