Page 101 of Rugger: The Huntress

I reached for the .38 on my hip, but was quickly compromised. My fingers smashed against my thigh before my shoulders slammed into the wooden door that burst open on impact.

“Ugh.”

The door closed and my hand was no longer at my thigh. My lips were no longer cruising through open air.

“Good job, Gazelle. Good fucking job, baby.”

My hands were occupied with Psalms’ girth. My lips were pressed against his as he praised the work I’d done. Though I didn’t need his reassurance, it tickled my heart and massaged my pussy through the leather pants pressed up against it. His words began fucking me long before I was able to free his dick from his briefs.

“You’re so fucking sexy in the field,” he whispered against my lips.

This wasn’t the definition of foreplay I’d learned, but I was wondering if I’d gotten the entire lesson. Suddenly, it felt as if I hadn’t or as if what I’d learned had been a lie. Sonnie had barely laid a hand on me and I was soaking.

His voice…

His scent…

His skill…

His praises…

Together they massaged parts of me that had me ready to burst at the seam.

Forcefully, Sonnie spun me around and placed my hands on the desk in front of me. I swallowed the saliva forming in droves. I desperately wanted him in my mouth. But, even more, I wanted him to fill me to the brim.

He disarmed me as he pulled my pants down to my ankles. Against my pussy, he tapped his hardness.

“Uhh.”

I buckled at the knees each time they collided. Anxiety crept through my body as I waited for his intrusion. More than I wanted my next assignment, I wanted my pussy to become his. A continuous kill is what I saw for the future of my feline.

“Fuuuuuuu– ck.”

Being the gentleman he was, he didn’t keep me waiting long. His dick parted my sea and claimed its island in a single stroke. The second one came fast and it came as hard as the first. The third forced me to grip the edge of the desk in front of me.

“Yessss–”

His hand gripped the back of my neck as his strokes intensified. I quickly lost count and got lost in the blissfulness of my pending orgasm.

“Shit,” Sonnie groaned behind me.

He slid in and out of me so effortlessly. The beauty of the moment produced copious amounts of my personal brand oflubrication. With each drive into me, my attraction to the man who was slowly unburying my burdened soul magnified.

The sound of our connection was poetic.

“Uhhh— uhh.”

He left no time to recover from the previous stroke before he was hitting me with another.

And another.

And another.

Until my toes curled in the Louboutin rider boots.

“I’m gonn– uh– I’m gonna cum.”

“You deserve to,” he whispered against my skin.

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