Page 68 of Rugger: The Huntress

Refusing to call me by my given name was as infuriating as it was invigorating.

“Rugger,” I corrected him, reaching beneath me and unbuckling his pants.

With a few movements, I freed his tool. Freely, my hands roamed its length. I placed it at my center, prepared to push through my moist barrier to reach my well. To my dismay, Psalms pulled back.

“Words. Tell me it’s personal.”

I closed my eyes, digesting his words. His right hand rounded my neck, squeezing gently.

“Sound it out.”

“Psal–”

“Gazelle,” he stated firmly.

“It’s personal,” I said, barely above a whisper.

As the words left my mouth, he plunged into my wetness. It was no simple task. But, slowly, patiently, he parted my walls. His grip around my neck loosened and the weight of his upper half rested on me.

“Fuck.”

Skin to skin. Flesh to skin. Bare. Uncovered. Raw.

“Uhhhh,” I exhaled.

I’d broken one rule after the other. However, guilt didn’t consume me. Neither did regret.

Psalms arms snaked underneath my thighs. His fingertips sunk into my shoulders.

“Yessssss.”

Long. Strategically. Unhurriedly. He stroked me.

My gratitude coated his tool, announcing its presence by sounding in the silence.

“Yesssss. Mhm. Yesss,” I murmured, clinging to him as if our worlds were ending.

And, strangely, it felt as if they were. The world as we both knew it, at least. Nothing would ever be the same. Not for him and surely not for me.

His penetration was pinnacle. It didn’t get any higher than this. Physically and figuratively, he’d been the cause of my ascent.

“Fuck,” he grunted, filling me over and over again.

He buried his tongue in my mouth. I was overwhelmed with his ability to consume me. He felt vast. Overpowering. Dominating.

“Yesssssss.”

Abruptly, he ended the kiss and lowered me to the ground. His dick left a gaping hole in my center and in my heart. I wanted it back.

“Put him back in,” I begged, breathlessly.

“Turn around, Gazelle. You not running shit.”

He spun me around and placed both of my hands on the wall. His body lowered until his knees touched the ground. Anxiously, I peered over my shoulder. Just as his neck and head were in full view, they disappeared.

Warmth coated my center, covering the hole he’d just dug.

“Psaaaaaaaa— my God.”

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