Page 16 of Hunted for Halloween

“God, I want to fuck you so hard.” His breath against my lips is rough and hard, the muscles of his chest stiff and tense against my aching, heavy breasts.

I suppress a moan at his words.

“I want to own you, mark you, bruise you and you ruin you so thoroughly for other men so all that's left in those tiny, defiant bones of yours is knowing that you belong to me.” His fingers trail down my cheek, hot, scorching and needy, then they wrap around my throat.

A moan spills into the air and I recognize it as mine.

His grip on my neck isn't hard enough to cut off my airflow, but it's hard enough for me to feel myself drip, to feel every sense of ownership in the way he strokes my raging pulse.

“Just get it over with.” I say with a wheeze-like moan, like I'm not aching to feel him inside me.

He scoffs, his bulge pressing against me like he's trying to show me the kind of hold I have over him, and fuck if it doesn't turn me on and mess me up on the insides.

“I'm not going to go easy on you, Pumpkin. I'm going to fuck you raw. Hard and fast, and you are going to love every second of it.” He spins me around and my front connects with the glass.

The view of the city soaked in golden lights and the fading sunset graces my sight and I try to indulge in it to distract myself from what's coming, from the way my nipples tighten to a point of painful aching and my pussy throbs with need.

Christian looms behind me like my reckoning, his veiny fingers finding my zipper and drawing it downwards as he presses his hard front into my back. I whimper, my legs trembling with anticipation of how much of a wreck they are going to be by the end of tonight.

“You have been such a brat, Pumpkin. You deserve to be punished for it, don't you?” he yanks down the sleeves of my dress and my breasts spill out.

My body quakes with need when my sensitive buds graze the glass. His large, rough palms come up to cup my breasts and get a feel for how thirsty they are for his touch.

“Do they hurt?” he bites my earlobe, his raging breath filling my ears as he pinches them hard enough to bruise.

My core tingles, and I bite down on my lip to suppress my moans. “Ugh, fuck.”

He flicks his thumb over my nipples, pinching them again and I nearly come because of how stimulating his touch is.

“Mine. All mine.” He grunts, kneading my breasts.

“Please…” My whimpers are tainted with sobs. “Please, daddy. Please…”

“Yes, beg for it like my whore that you are. Beg me to fuck you.”

His words are degrading and they shouldn't turn me on this much, but they bring me closer to the edge as he tortures my nipples, dangling my release just out of reach, letting me taste it but never letting me have it.

“Please, daddy…fuck me…”

“Such a good fucking girl.” I turn greedy, moaning like his little whore when I hear the rattling of his belt behind me.

I wiggle impatiently against him, eliciting deep-throated groans from him that only stroke my needy nerves. He bunches my dress to my waist, and my legs waver as the rippling, angry sound of my underwear echoes through the air.

“Look at you, daddy's little Pumpkin, so beautiful, so greedy, so fucking needy. All for me.” He pushes my quivering legs apart with his knees, gliding the tip of his engorged cock up and down my wetness.

I whimper, clawing at the glass and wiggling against him.

“You want daddy's cock, don't you?” he grunts, gathering my hair in his fist.

He tugs at it hard enough for me to feel the painful, tingling sensation on my scalp. But the pain that bleeds into my scalp blurs into something else—something raw and arousing that only coats my thighs with my wetness.

“Yes, daddy. I'll be so good for you, I swear. Just this once, let me have—” he drives into me in one ruthless thrust, slamming me against the glass with a force that makes my entire body shake.

“Argh!” hot tears pool in my eyes. I part my lips, the world before me through the glass fading into stardust.

“Fuck, you are so tight, Pumpkin.” He pulls harder at my hair, pinning me in place with his huge, muscular body as he pulls out of me and pounds into me again.

A gasp is forced out of me, syncing with his satisfactory grunt.

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