Page 93 of Rugger: The Huntress

“There’s more, Gazelle,” I informed her, realizing her virginity was still intact.

She was unaware of what her body was truly capable of. No one had taken her to the places I would. She was inexperienced. It didn’t matter that she didn’t believe so. It didn’t matter how many times she’d been fucked. She hadn’t been fucked properly. Gently. Thoroughly. Selflessly.

“I can’t c— fuck– Sonnie!”

“Don’t fight it.”

She was holding onto something I needed. The quicker she gave in and let it go, the quicker I’d allow her recovery. But, until my goal came to fruition, she wouldn’t rest. Neither would I.

“Sonnnnnn–”

Her pelvis pushed into the mattress. Her hands pulled the comforter closer to her body. And, her river finally began to flow.

“Uhhhhhhh–”

“There you go.”

Her sprouting was absolutely incredible. Straight into the arm, she released her fluids. I observed the pure bliss on her beautiful face as her orgasm leveled up tremendously. I continued massaging her pussy, emptying her of everything she had to offer.

My dick was aching. Cum oozed from the tip. I grew anxious with desire.

“Fuck. Fuc– Sonnie.”

I dislodged my fingers, slowly. Her hands searched the air for parts of me she could hold onto. I hovered over her until she managed to get her fingers around my wrists. Both of them.

My lips met hers mid-air. Though completely satisfied, her hunger was still apparent. I shared her sentiment. I was starving for more. Muffled words pulled me from her embrace.

“Hm?” I asked, having not heard what she was trying to make out as our tongues embraced.

“What happened?” She breathed against my face.

“Nothing that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Sonnie–” she pleaded.

“That’s your pussy’s way of giving thanks, Gazelle. Showering me.”

She nodded as if she understood. I was almost certain she did, which made moving forward easier for us both.

“Here’s what happens next,” I explained, lowering my feet onto the floor again.

I took a few steps back, stopping a mere three feet from the bed.

“You’re going to get on your knees,” I paused, grabbing my dick, “You’re going to put him in your mouth.”

Gazelle nodded again. This time, I had no doubt she understood what was required of her.

“And, you’re not going to stop sucking this motherfucker until he’s thanking you.”

I massaged the tip of my dick with the remnants of her serving as my lubricant.

“Understood?”

She nodded.

“Use your words, Gazelle.”

“Yes.”

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