Page 6 of Hunting Pretty

“Ava?”

I cleared my throat. “I-I’m fine.”

There was a short pause and I could hear Angus shuffling outside my door. “Are you sure? I heard a crash.”

“I… er, I knocked over a vase on my way to the bathroom. I’m still half-asleep.”

My intruder’s hand slid down from my neck to cup my breast through my thin t-shirt, his thumb brushing over my nipple.

A reward.

I suppressed a moan as pleasure spread through me.

The door handle jangled. “I think I should come in and—”

“No!” I yelled out. “Don’t come in!”

The door handle stopped moving. “Ava?”

“I’m, uh, naked.”

My intruder shoved his hand into the front of my panties and his gloved fingers slid across my wet slit.

Pleasure surged through me so hard that my knees trembled. The only reason I didn’t fall was due to him crushing me to the wall.

A wonton cry slipped out from my lips.

“Ava?” Angus’ concerned voice sounded muffled through my cotton wool ears as everything faded away except for my intruder’s fingers rubbing against my clit.

My intruder pushed two fingers into my pussy, his eyes glittering with intensity.

I gasped at the feeling of being filled.

There was a fierce determination in his gaze as he curled his fingers around to hit my G-spot. He wasn’t going to stop this time.

Oh God, and neither was I.

“Ava?” Angus knocked again from somewhere just outside of my awareness. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. Yes!” My muscles shook as my orgasm slammed through me in powerful waves.

I bit down on my bottom lip to stop from screaming, the taste of salty copper on my tongue as I came harder than I’ve ever come in my life.

I came so hard that my vision went white.

He languidly finger-fucked my pussy as I rode out surge after surge.

By the time the pleasure had subsided, my knees had given out, but I hadn’t fallen because he was holding me up against the wall with his body.

In the absence of the mind-fogging pleasure, a cold realization settled in my bones, heavy and unshakable.

Oh God. What had I done? What did I let this stranger do to me?

He pulled his fingers from me and I felt the loss of him instantly.

I let out an involuntary soft sob. Because I missed being filled by him. But mostly because I was a fucked-up girl who just let a dangerous intruder finger her to the best orgasm of her life.

He lifted his gloved fingers between us, glistening with my juices.

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