Page 91 of Rugger: The Huntress

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I unfastened each button until the shirt split in half completely, exposing the lace covering her large, midnight-colored areolas. My hunger for her rumbled my belly. The thirst flooded my mouth with saliva.

She’s wondrous.

She’s wild.

She’s wicked.

And, I wanted every part of her.

The bra hardly resisted as I pulled it downward, liberating her pebbles. I buried her nipple in my mouth. Patience had failed me.

Her fingers clawed at the hem of my shirt, pulling upward. Her right nipple fell from my mouth as the black shirt came over my head. I engaged her left nipple immediately after.

Hungrily, I feasted on its firmness until I fully submerged the remainder of her roundness. This was the only area that could be categorized as petite for Gazelle. Though her breasts weren’t as expansive as the rest of her, they were perfect for her figure. They were perfect for me.

I twirled my tongue, tasting the nothingness her skin produced that was somehow one of the most delectable dishes I’d ever had. Her pussy was the other. It was the epitome of fine dining. It pressed against my leg, craving the friction necessary to get it to that place of oblivion.

At the thought of how engrossing her plumpness truly was, the urge to revisit wouldn’t allow me to settle for second best. Slowly, I lowered my body, combing over hers with my tongue. Until finally, I reached her nest. I planted a kiss on the very tip of her clit.

Pleased to meet you… again.

Her arousal was aggressive. The smell of her womanhood penetrated the air, diluting the scent of her perfume. I closed my eyes, stalling momentarily to encapsulate her aroma. I stored it in my mental rolodex and sent a clear message from my brain to my balls.

It was important we were all on one accord and understood the presence of the scent meant that Gazelle was in need. Even without words, she was requesting something from us that was well within our power to deliver.

A shake of my head led me to my feet. I undressed completely while matching Rugger’s gaze. When I was free of my garments, I headed to the linen closet where I grabbed two bath towels.

“Up,” I demanded, tilting my head leftward.

“Sonnie, what are you doing?”

“Preparing for my meal, Gazelle.”

“Prepa–”

“Obsessive compulsive disorder doesn’t allow me to make many messes, but today and every other day I lay you down in this bed will be the exception. I won’t be a neat eater this evening, love. Pardon me in advance.But– uh– before you make a mess of my bed and my face, I’d like to prepare for your abundance.”

“Wel– Well, I– you–”

She fumbled her words. The bewilderment in her face stiffened my dick. She was confused but there was little to be confused about. I placed a hand against my chest and leaned in closer. The precious scent of her desire caused my nostrils to flare. I bit down on my jaw, condemning my body for wanting to acclimate myself with it every fucking day and every waking fucking hour.

“Make no mistake. It’s not your fault, love. I take full blame for what is about to happen between your legs.”

She became immobile. A breath fell from her lips as a slow blink hid her orbs behind her eyelids. Drunkenly, she reopened them while attempting to release words. Nothing came of her efforts. I tilted my head once more, reminding her that the task had gone undone.

“Gazelle,” I whispered, encouraging her to move.

“Of course,” she uttered, barely making out the second word.

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