Page 12 of Hunting Pretty

So wet, searing hot and soft when I pushed my cock inside.

I groaned as need coursed through me, my hand fistingmy cock as I remembered how her pussy walls had milked my fingers, my cock aching to feel her around me.

I was so close to snapping, to breaking, my self-control fraying with every stroke.

Soon, my fantasies wouldn’t be enough.

When I broke, I’d hunt her down. I’d take her. And I’d claim her for my own, promises be damned.

My balls drew up, the muscles of my lower belly twitching.

Fuck self-control. I wanted to take, take,take.

I wanted to bite those rose-colored buds, suck them till Ava screamed.

I wanted to have her whenever I wanted, however I wanted.

I was out of my mind and Ilikedit.

I came, hot and heavy, body spasming against my will.

Ava’s name on my tongue, a close-up of her pussy on all six screens of my home office.

I sagged into the chair, which was slick with conditioner and sweat and cum, the pleasure fading and hot sticky guilt rushed in, my stomach twisting into tight knots.

Fuck. She wasn’t mine to take.

I was only supposed to stay in the shadows.

I madehima promise.

Even thoughhewas now dead, I wasn’t allowed to claim Ava for myself. Right?

On the film Ava was murmuring in her sleep as I leaned in and blew my hot breath over her clenched thighs.

I pressed my palm over her on the screen and curled it into a fist.

Already my cock was rising again in desperate need.

I could feel the threads of my self-control pulling apart, fraying, snapping. Soon I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.

I was in trouble.

So was Ava.

Because one day soon, I’d snap.

And I’d claim Ava for myself.

AVA

Confronting my intruder was a crazy idea.

It was stupid and dangerous and… utterly tantalizing.

Okay, fine. I wasn’t going to confront him exactly.

But he knew my name.

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