Page 22 of Hunted for Halloween

Christian dips his head downwards and groans when his lips hit mine. I open up to him, placing my palms on his chest. My moan allows him to slip his tongue into my mouth, angling my head to the side and devouring me like he didn't fuck my brains out last night. Intimacy with Christian feels so new every time. It feels like he's just getting to know my body all over again, and it thrills me as much as it consumes me.

He wrenches his lips from mine, breathing heavily against my skin.

I stiffen against him, growing conscious when an idea pops up in my head.

“What is it, Pumpkin?” he caresses my cheek.

“I…I want to please you, daddy.” I stammer, unsure of what he's going to think.

Christian has always been the dominating one in bed. He loves being in control, and I love yielding to every one of his touches. I have never tried taking the mantle from him before, so I'm a little wary of what he'll think.

His eyes darken. “Fuck, baby.”

I take that as an affirmative, slowly pushing him backwards until he lands on the bed with a thud. I get atop him, straddling him with my knees pressing into the mattress.

My breasts, aching and begging for his attention, my arousal creaming his lap, my lips slightly parted and my breath ragged. It feels like I need him more than he needs me, but the curious, hungry look in his eyes edges me on.

“I'm all yours, Pumpkin. Take whatever you want.” He relinquishes control to me, his amber eyes locked on me, brimming with want and a hint of pride.

My lips slowly curve in a smirk and I shift backwards, sliding off him. I drop to my knees before him, my heart pounding in my chest because I'm a little nervous, and I don't know what he'll think of me pleasing him.

“Don't keep me waiting, Pumpkin. You want Daddy's cock? Take it out yourself.” He says with a daring edge in his dark, husky voice.

I grab onto his buckle with trembling hands. My fingers are so small, paling in comparison to his large body that crowds the space before me. It should scare me, but with Christian, ever since I have let go, fear feel like a myth because he makes me feel so safe, wanted and protected.

He watches me with dark, hungry eyes as I undo his fly, pulling down both his pants and boxer briefs. His cock springs out, deliciously thick, the tip glistening with precum. It makes my cheeks heat and my pussy drip with arousal that he's already so hard for me.

I wrap my hand around him, working the pre-cum around the shaft and he groans. It's sexy, deep-throated and raw. Nothing like I have ever heard before. I inch forward, slowly wrapping my mouth around the tip.

“Fuuuuuck.” He cusses, his large hand reaching for my hair and gathering the lush strands in his fist.

I don't take him all at once because he's so huge. He has been inside me more times than I can count since we have met, but his size still surprises me every time. I take him between my lips inch by inch, moaning softly at how good he fills up my mouth.

“Good girl. Take it all in. Just like that, Pumpkin. Take all of daddy's cock.” He tightens his fist around my hair with a groan.

Once I adjusted to having him in my mouth, I began moving. I tease the tip with my tongue, running it along the sides and taking him in again. I bob my head up and down, my arousal growing, smearing my thighs and leaving a patch on my nightie. My buds are stiff and needy. It makes me want to reach for them and tug at them, but I prioritize his pleasure because I want to please him so badly.

My chest swells with pride and I push more of him down my throat like his docile, dirty little doll. Strings of cuss words leave his lips as I work him at my pace, looking up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Fuck, you should see how beautiful you look taking my cock right now.” His voice is low, but deep with an edge that mirrors the tightening of his muscles beneath my touch.

I hum, getting wetter between my legs. I love being taken without remorse and handled ruthlessly by Christian, but what I love more is seeing him so vulnerable and needy, all because I'm sucking him off. It places me in a spot with an advantage, filling me with the need to ruin him with my mouth and make him writhe the way he always does to me.

I suck him all the way back to the tip, teasing him like I want to release him with a pop before taking him all the way in again.

“Damnit, Aurora. That feels so fucking good!” his voice comes out strangled and hoarse.

He tugs at my hair, the stinging sensation on my scalp shooting straight to my core and breasts. It flames me up with heat, burning me up with need to take it up a notch and drive him even more crazy.

My mouth is stuffed and tears begin welling up in my eyes when I take him all the way to the hilt, triggering my gag reflex. I whimper, wanting to stroke my folds because of how my cunt throbs with need.

“You are so wet, aren't you?” his eyes drift downwards to meet mine, gleaming with a dark dominance as I bob my head harder, quickening my pace.

A moan rips from my throat in response.

“Such a dirty girl.” He rasps, the degrading words amplifying my arousal until I'm a wanton mess beneath him. “Just like that, Pumpkin. Keep going like that. Fuck.”

Tears stream down my cheeks, my eyelids fluttering as my lashes stick to my wet cheeks. I don't look away from him. I keep my eyes on him the whole time, watching him break beneath my touch.

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