Page 96 of Rugger: The Huntress

“Sonnie.”

She turned on the heels of her feet. I’d never understand how or why my name sounded so pleasant coming from her body, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Come back to bed, Gazelle,” I suggested.

I knew the rules. I knew the survival tactics. I knew what we should be doing, but to say I gave a fuck would be a lie. I didn’t care about sunrise or even the next thirty minutes.

Right now. That’s where I wanted to live and that’s where I wanted Gazelle to live.

“I want to–” she admitted, “I rea–”

The cracking of her voice splintered me. It split my heart right down the center. She recovered as fast as she’d faltered. Flawlessly, she continued.

“I would love to stay, but we bot–”

“Then, stay.”

“Sonnie.”

“I’ve taken your guns, Rugger.”

“Rule 68. Comfort is the drug of the weak,” she recited.

“Rule 92. Desire is the tool of a beast,” I reminded her.

With a nod, she agreed.

“But, Sonnie–”

Her body came toward me at an alarming rate. Her knees hit the ground and those big eyes stared up at me. I stared off into the distance. She was becoming so much I could hardly bear the thought of her, not having her, or putting an occupation I was becoming resentful of before her.

Yet, she was in the same profession and making it clear to me that it was her life. It was our life. She was right. In fact, she was hardly ever wrong. But, I didn’t care. Neither should she.

“Look at me.”

I found her eyes again.

“My fire doesn’t stop burning because I’m not in your arms. It intensifies. Every second I’ve been away since the day I laid eyes on you, it’s been burning inside of me. Every time I leave you, it grows. And, grows. Until we’re face to face. Eye to eye. Chest to chest. Body to body. Lips pressed against each other. I can’t jeopardize my life or yours for the sake of comfort.

“You are comfort for me, Sonnie. I don’t have to drown in it to know it’s real. To know you’re real. I ju– I just want us both to understand the degree of danger we’re putting each other in by getting lost in these moments. Moments we can’t exactly afford. But, they’re our moments nonetheless.”

The sense she made was almost infuriating.

“Stay, Rugger.”

It was my only defense. Whether it be voluntarily or involuntarily, she’d be in my bed long after sunrise.

I leaned into her, taking her by the bottom and lifting her onto my lap. I slid my hard dick through the slit in my briefs.

“Well after sunrise.”

She nodded as she lifted up and then lowered her pussy onto my rigidness. Because she wasn’t soaking, it took some adjusting. But, once I was finally inside, we both released pleasing sighs.

Her breast went into my mouth. Her hands went on my shoulders. Up and down, she glided on my dick. The sound of her wetness brought me peace. It meant that she was right here and she wasn’t going anywhere.

Rugger pushed me backward until my back was against the sheet. She grabbed the camera I’d sat down and lifted it to her right eye. She pressed the button to record, but never missed a beat.

Her skin was soft. Her body was addictive. Her pussy was potent. She had me right where I wanted to be. Right where I never knew I needed to be. Where I never desired to be until I met her.

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