Page 26 of Rugger: The Huntress

My anxious swearing was met with his intrusion. I was slippery, giving him immediate access to my rain forest. Eric was a big boy, but his girth was hardly a match for my pussy’s nearly insatiable hunger. She, too, was a big girl.

Meaty.

Deep.

Inviting.

Moist.

Warm.

Demanding.

Addictive.

She was one of a kind. She was black and she was beautiful, pink folds and all.

Effortlessly, he filled me. There was hardly time to adjust to his size before the first stroke sent me spiraling. I gripped the bar tighter and sealed my lids.

Yesss.

This.

Yessssss.

This was exactly what I had been waiting for. Exactly what I needed. Exactly what my body needed.

“Shit,” he huffed, digging into me from behind.

The potency of his strokes left me with no choice but to let the railing go completely. I pressed my palms against the shower wall to maintain my weight, because I wasn’t sure I could.

Eric pulled out of me and pushed right back into me. Long strokes met me with precision. His hand rounded my neck and rested in front where he squeezed. Naturally, my body rose.

“Argh shit,” he groaned.

His mouth was directly behind my ear. Heavy breathing lulled me to that faraway place I desired. Closing my eyes, I succumbed to the exactitude of his stroke, the effects of the alcohol I’d consumed, and the preciseness of his hand’s placement.

So help me, God.

I crimped. My body folded as a second wave claimed my center. By the third wave, Eric’s strokes increased in intensity and speed. The sound of our skin colliding derailed me. Like a loose cannon, I exploded.

“Fuck,” I moaned, squeezing my eyelids until discomfort sat in.

My inclination shook my core. Still, Eric drove into me, unstopping.

Fuck.

Yes.

Fuck.

I tightened around him. One contraction after the other began extracting semen from his dick.

“Goddamn, Lauren. Shit. Goddamn.”

He stiffened behind me. Quickly, I jolted forward, causing him to fall from my pot of honey. Eric’s fluids filled the condom as I watched in utter, unrestricted lust. Another round would’ve suited me, but I was still reeling from the first.

Both of his hands landed on my shoulders as he caught his breath. Unfortunately, I wasn’t his support system and had no desire to become part of it. I pushed the glass door open and stepped forward. His chest was over his toes, nearly sending him into the tiled wall.

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