Page 92 of Rugger: The Huntress

She balanced her weight on her elbows and scooted to the other side of the bed. I unfolded the fluffy towels and laid them flat on the bed, one on top of the other. The very end of them, I folded inward for accessibility. I had no intention of cleaning my face, but in the event I needed to, the disruption wouldn’t last very long.

I grabbed both of Rugger’s legs and pulled her toward the towels before lifting her body slightly and positioning it exactly where I wanted it. My knees met the ground softly. I took my position in front of the bed, watching as fine bumps began to rise on Rugger’s skin.

Her breath hiked in her chest. Her fingers clutched the sheets beneath her. Her legs parted naturally. And, my dinner was served.

I stretched my tongue across her center, burying it between her fluffiness. She was a very thin girl, but her pussy was fat. It was the meatiest part of her body. She was all flesh and bones. Half of her weight rested between her legs.

My resting place was the pebbled bulb underneath the hood of her thickness. One lip slid across the top of her pussy as the other slid up from her slit to her clitoris. I sucked her deeper into my mouth with each repetitive movement.

Her grip on the sheets tightened. Her glare weakened as her head dug into the pillow beneath her head. Her ass lifted from the bed as she ground her center into my mouth.

I accepted every inch of the pussy she was feeding me. My hands formed minds of their own, ending up right underneath her ass. I flickered my tongue back and forward against her clit while still sucking her nectar right from the source.

“Yessss. Ye– Ahh fu–”

Gazelle had bitten off way more than she could chew. She forced herself back onto the bed in an attempt to free herselffrom my wrath. On the way down to the sheets, I locked in on the most sensitive part of her body at the moment.

I glided my tongue across it with additional pressure that sent her reeling. Her hands pressed against my head. Her feet flattened as they landed on my shoulders. Her attempt to flee had positioned her perfectly. I leaned forward, onto the bed, bending her knees and opening her pussy up for me.

“Uhhh.Uh!”

Her back rose from the bed as her legs drew closer together. Those dark eyes were glossy and her mouth slacked from the utter pleasure her body was experiencing.

“Uncurl your spine,” I challenged with a mouth full of pussy and hands that were anxious to dig.

“Sonnnnnnie–”

Wrong fucking move. Hearing my name roll off her tongue had me rolling mine faster, harder, and without a fucking care in the world.

Her body jerked with each flicker. The index and middle finger of my right hand brushed against her snugness. Her pussy’s lubrication allowed their ease of entry. I twisted them upward and immediately located the ridges that would lead Rugger to the place I’d made reservations for her.

With a beard coated in her pleasantries, I unburied my face. Her chest caved and expanded dramatically. She was breathless. She was foolish. There was no chance on God’s green earth I’d let her slip through my grasp. If she assumed a gunshot wound would halt my mission to have her, she was sadly mistaken.

The only bullet that would end my quest for Rugger was a bullet that ended me. And, I was almost certain I’d find her again in hell because that’s where we were both headed. Until then, I’d pursue her.

Even when I finally had her, I’d keep pursuing her. Because women with pussy this good, you pursued until you couldno longer clean your own ass, put on your own clothes, or remember your own name.

“Disobedience is sometimes rewarding,” I admitted, using the thumb of my left hand to enter her rectal canal.

I massed both holes while sucking on her clitoris. She clawed at my head, trying desperately to relieve herself of the mounting pleasure. My disinterest forced me to continue. When her body stiffened, she began pleading.

“Ple– oh God. Please.”

I gently caressed her asshole. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. Her peak was near. I could feel it in my fingertips.

“I’m gonna cummmm–”

“You’re supposed to.”

Her pussy was still on the edge of my tongue when I reminded her why I was here.Why she was here... Why we were here...

As she’d warned, she began to unfold. I slowed my influence down to a creep and began to enjoy the show.

Oh, she’s winsome.

My eyes were planted on her face as it contorted a hundred different ways. Her body gave into the orgasm that was stirring her creamery and releasing her sliminess by the ounces. When it finally rested against the bed, assuming the worst of it was over, I resumed each movement with emphasis on her internal clitoris.

“Son– Sonnnnnie. So– fuuuuc–”

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