Page 69 of Rugger: The Huntress

Like a dog in heat, he lapped up my juices to quench his thirst. Instinctively, I pushed into the softness of his tongue. Islid my hands down the wall, searching for something to hang onto. Something to relieve me of the mounting pleasure.

The magnitude of the wave that hit me nearly pulled me to my feet. Darkness surrounded me as I sealed my lids and braced for the inevitable. Psalms honed in on my clit, circling it before sucking it into his mouth. Simultaneously, he flickered his tongue. The quivering of my legs with each flicker promised a painful fall if I didn’t hold onto something steadier than man. Something more stable than me.

Psalms stuffed me with two fingers, finishing me completely. He massaged my inner clit, bringing me to my end. My breathing quickened and my heart pounded aggressively against my chest cavity. I began reaching for the unknown, grabbing pockets of air in the process.

My hand grazed a familiar material. I curled my fingers and took it into my hand. I extended my arm until the barrel of my Beretta was pressed against Psalms’ head. Without blinking and without a second thought, I pulled the trigger.

Click.

Just before the emptiness announced itself, I’d finished my calculation. The gun weighed much less than it was supposed to.

Fuck.

The warmth of Psalms’ body pressed against my ass cheeks. My gun went flying across the room with one swipe of his right hand. He used the left to guide himself back into me. This time, he managed to find the bottom of my parted sea without fail. He leaned in closer, his skin against mine.

“Ten steps ahead, Gazelle.”

Men like Psalms deserved to have their dick sucked every day. Three times a day. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They deserved someone who promised to be home when they arrived with dinner on the stove and the children down for bed. Theydeserved security and stability. They deserved happiness and completion.

They deserved things I wasn’t capable of giving. Not only because I didn’t want to, but also because I wasn’t built to. My home was the dark crevices of Clarke where the monsters waited for the world to bat an eye so they could make their move. Unseen. Unheard.

“Arrhhhh. Fuck.”

He was such a big boy. With each stroke, I adjusted to his meatiness. God hadn’t been stingy with Psalms’ blessings. They were plentiful. He was plentiful. He filled me to the brim, leaving no room for question.

“Fuck you going?” He asked, pushing into me as I tried to become one with the wall.

His hand found my neck again. With it, he lifted me slightly. His left arm laid against my stomach, locking me in place.

“And to think, you thought niggas was fucking you thoroughly,” Psalms whispered in my ear, “This is only the appetizer. You’re not ready for the full course.”

As the words left his mouth, his strokes deepened and quickened in pace. The heel of my feet lifted every time he plunged into me.

Whap.

Whap.

Psalms was making a mess of me below.

“Fu– fuck. Arghhhh. Fuskrghfrqhn–” I didn’t recognize the sounds coming from my mouth.

Whap.

Whap.

Whap.

Our bodies collided again and again. I tried escaping his hold but it was to no avail.

“Fuuuu— Oh God.”

Wave after wave slammed into me. Simultaneously, Psalm’s grip tightened around me. Together, we climbed to our peak. And, together we rejoiced. My cream coated his manhood. His manhood filled me with his ejaculation.

“Shit.” He sighed against my skin.

“Oh God,” I breathed.

“Birth control?” He inquired, choosing the fine time to ask.

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