Page 13 of Hunted for Halloween

“Where do you want my hands?” I stroke her neck, breathing in her scent.

“There…” she whines like a brat.

“Here?” I pinch her clit. She's messing up her underwear, ruining it and dripping all over my fingers. I slide it to the side, parting her folds. They are wet, slick and making sloppy sounds as I tease her.

She tosses her head backwards, moaning softly as her eyes flutter shut.

I choke her harder. “Look at us. Look at me taking you without remorse, and how you are dripping for me. Open your eyes and see it.”

I thrust a digit into her. She buries her back into my chest like she wants to cower from the intensity of my strokes as I play with her clit and fuck her with a finger. She looks so fucking needy and delirious taking my digit like that. Her eyes are so thick with fury and shame that it makes me work her harder.

“You hate it, huh?”

“Argh…” Her moans break when I add one more digit.

“You hate being my whore like this and taking my fingers?” I murmur thickly, my cock aching to be in the place of my fingers inside her sweet little cunt.

“Oh, God.” Her toes curl on the dresser. She jerks against me when I begin to pump in and out of her furiously.

I have never been so enamored by a sight.

Choking her. Thrusting my fingers in and out of her. Her watery eyes fixed on me, flaming with lust and anger.

She looks so beautiful, so brutally claimed and all mine.

“More.” She rides my fingers when I curl them inside her, her wetness smearing the surface of the stool.

“Yes, take all of it, my greedy little whore. Ride daddy's fingers just like that.” Her scent. Her essence. All of her. It drives me so fucking crazy.

She clenches around me. “Oh, I'm…I'm so close…”

Her small palm reaches behind her to grab the side of my face. Her fingernails scratch against my stubble like she wants to leave her mark on me.

I don't mind. I don't mind being marked by her. I'm all hers, just like she's mine. Damnit, she has me in a chokehold. I'll get on my knees for her if she asks me to.

“You want to come for daddy, don't you?” I slap her pussy and she moans.

“Yes,”

“Come for daddy, Pumpkin.”

She looks so fucking beautiful with her smeared makeup and teary eyes as she rides my fingers, chasing her orgasm. Her loud sob echoes through the room as her walls cling to me and she comes all over my fingers. Her cum coats my fingers and she whimpers when I gather it up and fuck her with them.

As my eyes are locked on her shimmering ones, I suck her off my fingers. Her cheeks scorch with heat.

This sight—her looking like a hot mess, parted lips, glistening seductive eyes, and strands of her blonde hair sticking to her sweaty skin—is now engraved in my memory and nothing can ever sear it off.

I slowly turn her frame around, her breathing heavy as I push my way through her thighs.

“What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?” she whimpers.

My arm snakes around her, tugging her into me. Her head turning scent fills my nostrils until she's the only thing I can see, smell, hear, and taste. She engulfs me so deeply, it deepens my obsession for her. I dip my head downwards, my lips brushing against hers. She arches into me like she needs me and it almost extracts a smile from me.

“Nothing,” I simply tell her the truth, my heated breath bathing her skin. “You should have run when you had the chance that night. I'm never letting you go, Pumpkin.”

Chapter Five

AURORA

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