Page 127 of Rugger: The Huntress

Though silence suited her, pleasure was written all over her face. Her features were contorted. Her bottom lip was tucked inside of her mouth. Her pearly white teeth were on display.

Her lids grew heavier. Her movements slowed to a creep. And her spine bent, allowing her head to fall backward. She was nearing her climax.

She took me by surprise when her pussy was extracted from my mouth. It was replaced with her lips. And, below, I felt her plumpness sliding up against my hardness. Hungrily, she cleaned her juices from my top lips, the corners of my mouth, and my chin.

She found her balance on the tips of her boots. Her right hand captured my dick and placed it at her center. She worked her pussy against the tip of my dick until her juices granted my access to her canal.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

She milked me of my nut. Her extraction rewarded her with relief of her own. Her body convulsed as my semen gathered in her womb. Together, we laid with unsteady breathing sounding in the quietness.

No one said anything. There was nothing that needed to be said. Yet, everything was understood.

When her labored breathing grew steady, Gazelle lifted her body from mine. My dick slid out of her pussy and slammed against my left leg. My body jolted a final time. I watched as she collected her things.

First, she clipped her bra in the back. Next, she pulled her panties up her legs and over her pussy. Lastly, she pulled her trench onto her body and buttoned each button. She tied the strings in the front and slid her shades back on her face.

Though I couldn’t see those dark rounds, they were on me. One final time. Before she spun on her heels and made her way to the door on teetering legs. Within seconds, she’d disappeared and I was still in the same position–unable to move, unable to speak, and unable to believe I’d been blessed with such a special gift. Rugger was the epitome of a woman in my opinion. And, without a doubt, I knew she’d be in my life for the rest of my days.

That’s her. I realized.That’s my wife.

TWELVE

The third day of January had been in no hurry to appear, but now that it was here, I was waiting impatiently for the inevitable. My fingers tightened around the trigger, squeezing as the bullets ripped through the barrel to meet their targets.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Reload.

I removed the clip and shoved another one into the pistol before aiming again. I fired in the direction of the spider’scorpse. The small body exploded from the impact of the bullet. TheCokecan flew off the wood stump as a bullet crashed into it.

Before firing again, I lowered my weapon and removed the protection from my eyes. I shifted my weight to the right side of my body and placed a hand on my hip. Comfort soothed the wounds Sonnie’s absence had caused.

“Did you sense my arousal all those miles away?” I asked, grabbing a piece of my bottom lip and rolling it between my teeth.

His presence was monumental. He was slowly becoming my whole world instead of being a small part of it. He was the biggest thing happening in my life at the moment. The most exciting thing I’d ever experienced. And, though it was scary, my spiked adrenaline was as addictive as he was.

“Both eyes open when you shoot, baby.”

Chemistry’s voice drained the blood from my body. I stilled, unable to move a single muscle. I wasn’t expecting him. I was never expecting him. Yet, his appearance today was unlike others and for several reasons.

I’d ignored his calls for almost three months. There hadn’t been but three attempts to reach me, but they’d never gone unanswered until now. Hermen’s death was still fresh. And, almost everything he’d known me to be had completely changed since our last meeting.

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