Page 30 of Stalking His Prey

The next thing I know, I’m being spun around, and a hand is being clasped over my mouth, stifling any attempt I could make to scream.

My heartrate leaps. Adrenaline pumps through my veins.

A hand slides up my shirt and cups my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to cause me to squeal.

I find myself staring up at an enormous man, his face hidden behind a black ski mask. But even with the lights off, I can still see the man’s eyes: the eyes of my husband, Hawk.

“Try to scream and you’ll wish you were never born,” he growls. “Understand?”

I nod emphatically as I flush with heat. I’m instantly sweating, delirious within a spinning torrent of lust, passion, and fear as this “masked intruder” throws me to the ground and tears my shirt down the middle, exposing my breasts to him.

He grinds his bulge against my thighs, teasing my mound with his arousal. He’s already hard.

My body tingles as I stare up at his shirtless torso, his muscles taut and his thick arms flexing as he moves his hand down my pregnant belly to the zipper on my pants.

“What are you doing here all alone?” he asks. “In this dark house? Shouldn’t you have a man here protecting you and your unborn child?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “I don’t know where my husband is right now…”

I play into our little game as a fully engaged participant. My lust peaks, and my back arches off the cold floor as he tugs my pants down over my hips, revealing the fact that I’m not wearing any underwear.

“No panties?” he asks through gritted teeth. “How slutty of you.”

I nod, whimpering in desperation as he leans close and drags his tongue up the side of my neck.

Goosebumps break out all over my body. My pussy is throbbing with the thrill of the moment, and I look down at the sound of his jeans unbuttoning.

His massive cock spills out, hard as a rock, and slaps me on the stomach like a strike from a hand. I can’t help but moan as he grips his swollen manhood by the base and teases my pleasure button, sending incredible sensations through my nerves.

“You should know better,” he tells me as he presses his crown against my hole. “With no man here to protect you, I can just take you. And that’s what I’m going to do.”

He spits on his hand and uses it to lather his cock, which is red and thick and full of veins.

Oh Lord, yes…

Then he enters me with zero hesitation.

It’s like being penetrated by a battering ram, stretched and expanded by pure masculinity as he begins to pound me with no consideration.

My moan is captured by his lips as he forces his tongue into my mouth, voraciously exploring the rest of my body with his hands, gripping my every curve with ferocious passion that ignites my soul and sends me spiraling.

I’m already close.

My heart pounds faster and faster as he continues to rut brutally inside me.

I love this. We’re both so unrestrained with one another that these last four years of our marriage have been nothing but wonder. And with our combined creativity, I know that will never change, and Hawk and I will continue to reinvent and explore more and more ways to please each other.

Is my entire body blushing?

“I feel your pussy getting tight on my cock,” Hawk whispers. I can tell by the shift in his rhythm and that he’s getting close too. “I’m going to fill your little hole with my load, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Yes. Amazing. Incredible. More.

Talk dirty to me. You know what I like.

He grips my ass hard, driving his cock deeper as he traces the counters of my breasts with his other hand. My nipples are hard, and my heart is pounding like a drum. The fireworks are about to go off, and without thinking, I reach out to hug him as my orgasm comes racing down upon me.

“Don’t even think about it!” he growls, snatching me by the wrists and pinning my arms back behind my head. “You’re not going anywhere, woman. You’re here to please me and do as I say!”

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