Page 94 of Rugger: The Huntress

“Yes, what?”

“Yes– I understand.”

“Good then.”

She took her time lifting her body from the soiled towels. Her dripping center glistened as she stood before me. I placed a hand against it while using the other to pull her closer. I kissed her lips, reminding her where I’d dined, how good I’d eaten, and how well I’d been rewarded for clearing my plate.

She folded in front of me, dropping to her knees without hesitation. My services were no longer needed. She rescued my dick from my hands and took it into her own. I closed my eyes, commemorating the moment. I was ready to blow seeing my tool in her hand.

Her warmth surrounded me. Simultaneously, the hand she attempted to close around my thickness began to caress my balls. Inch by inch, I reopened my eyes, afraid to be exposed to too much too soon.

Fuck.

My journey came to a halt at the back of her throat. I clenched my ass cheeks as saliva dripped from her bottom lip. Her head began moving slowly, stroking me with intention. Those eyes were on me, daring me to break contact.

The bravery within them told a story of its own. The synopsized version led my hand to the back of her head. I leaned forward, finding myself more intrigued with Gazelle every passing second.

“Good, love, because I would’ve dug him up and killed him again.”

She had never been in this position and no man had the pleasure of enjoying the warmth of her mouth. She too was doing things she’s never done for feelings she’d never felt. I wasn’t alone.

“You’re doing well.”

Her mouth was a black pit that was consuming me with each stroke. My assistance wasn’t necessary, but the uncertainty rested in those pretty rounds of hers. Her comfort was my priority and until she was confident in her skill, I’d assist.

The words of encouragement began to combat the diffidence of her thoughts, posture, and performance. Her shoulders softened as both hands wrapped my dick. She twisted one leftward. She twisted the other one in the opposite direction. And, her mouth continued sliding up and down the other end.

My toes curled into the carpet. Rugger was a swift learner. My arm fell to my side. She no longer needed me. But, I needed her to slow the fuck down before she received her flowers faster than I’d anticipated.

“Fuck–”

Saliva bubbled between her fingers. Her mouth was as wet as her pussy. They were a fucking power couple.

I nearly lost my balance. A step backward and she didn’t miss a beat. She moved when I moved, alternatively pressing her wet palm against my bare ass cheek to keep me in place.

“Fuuu–”

My neck arched as my head fell backward. The realization that the tables had turned nearly sent me into oblivion. I was attempting to flee her savagery. The fact that my dick cleared the back of her throat and began heading down it with each stroke didn’t support my case at all. Neither did it support my legs.

Once I was steady on my feet, she replaced the second hand, twirling them both while sucking as if her life depended on it.

“Gazelle–” I whispered, dropping my head.

Wrong fucking move.

She was looking up at me. Her gaze was as intense as it was innocent.

Am I doing a good job, they screamed at me.

Yes. I nodded, quietly confirming my unmanning.Yes you fucking are, baby.

She lowered her head and sucked my balls into her mouth. My stomach caved. Her right hand slid toward the tip of my dick and began twisting, meeting her left hand in the center of my shaft. One by one, she rolled my balls in her mouth.

“Gazelle,” I warned under my breath as my toes began to pull the fabric of my carpet out completely.Gazelle.

Just as my nut broke the seal her saliva had created, her mouth rested against the tip of my dick. My semen emerged, spilling into her wetness as I pulled her hair into my hand. My fingers began to hurt as my ejaculation continued flowing into her mouth.

“Argh. Fuck.”

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