Page 12 of Stalking His Prey

“Christ, even your asshole is cute,” he tells me, causing my face to kindle with a fiery blush. “I could fuck it too, you know?”

My body goes tense, and I look back at him, my messy hair obscuring the view. But I am able to see him smile down at me with those perfect white teeth and sharp canines.

“But I won’t. One thing at a time, Pen. Besides, I have something very special to give you, and I think you know just what that is.”

The tingling sensation that began between my legs spreads now, encompassing my whole body. It’s like I’m drifting through a warm glitter-filled pool filled with bubbles.

He reaches up and squeezes my breast just hard enough to hurt a little.

For some reason, this amplifies every sensation and sets my nerves alight. I groan, feeling drool spilling out the sides of my mouth and down onto the bed.

If I were at home, I’d have passed out by now. Two orgasms right in a row? Yeah, that calls for some sleep.

But here in the grasp of this man, I have zero control. And as he continues to pound me, I feel the sensation building again between my legs.

Another? Impossible!

He’s so big. It hurts how much he’s stretching me to accommodate his size, but any discomfort I feel is either washed away by pleasure or amplifies the bliss encapsulating me. It’s a perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

“I’d love to fuck you all day, Penelope,” he growls. “But I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to come in you.”

Panic grips my chest, but I have no time to react.

His cock flexes, and a jet of hot, sticky fluid sprays inside me. My panic instinct is instantly overwhelmed by my third orgasm, which hits me like a ten-ton brick to the head.

Even if I wasn’t gagged, I wouldn’t be able to make any real discernable sounds. All this man would hear would be unintelligible moans as I slobbered all over myself while my body convulsed on its own.

He unloads inside me–more and more and more until I feel his cum dripping out of me and down my thighs and ass and onto the comforter.

I should be absolutely horrified and disgusted by this. A stranger is coming inside me and I’m coming with him!

Yet all this is doing is turning me on more.

“Fuck!” he grunts, pressing the entirety of his body’s weight down on top of me and burying his cock deeper than I would ever have thought possible. He’s so engorged, so thick and so swollen that it feels like a fist and forearm threatening to burst me open.

He lies on top of me for a moment, filling my nose with his scent, the warmth from his body threatening to overheat me. The sweat falling onto me from his body should gross me out, but it doesn’t. In fact, I love it. It’s primal. It’s feral.

It’s like a signal to me that this man truly could not restrain himself from taking me. Like a wild animal, he saw me, chased me down, and took me. And without hesitation, as if driven by pure instinct, not rational thought, he bred me.

My God, what if I end up pregnant?

I groan as he slides out of me and look up as he stands, kicking off his jeans and moving across the room completely naked.

His tall, muscled, bare body glistens with sweat, and his enormous chest rises and falls with every deep breath he takes.

“I’ll get you some water.” He turns and walks out of the room, giving me a glimpse of his muscular back, his toned buttocks and legs.

My God, talk about Adonis body shape.

He returns moments later sipping from a glass, which he sets on the nightstand beside me.

“Guess you’ll need to be untied to drink that.” He smiles, quickly unfastening the bindings around my wrist. He even unties my ankles.

The freedom feels unexpected–almost unwanted.

I was just completely and utterly under his control. What do I do now?

He undoes my gag and removes it from my mouth, allowing me to take my first deep breath since he captured me at the waterfall overlook. I did essentially nothing during that thrilling session, and yet I’m panting like I’ve just run a marathon.

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