Page 97 of Haunted Prey

“But I wish I could have been your first too. How sweet that would have been.” An awful thought hit me, and my stomach twisted. “It wasn’t him, was it?” I couldn’t help asking. “That fucking fed who shot me?”

She frowned. “No. Not him.”

That was a relief at least. Cause then, I really would have to find him and kill him.

She shifted on top of me, and I could tell the gears were turning in her head.

“What are you thinking, sweetheart?” I said as I caressed her thighs.

She pressed herself against my cock, rubbing slowly. “We can still be each other's first in something.”

My brows rose. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

She grounded more against me as she said, “I’ve never done it from behind.”

I looked at her confused since we had just got done doing it from behind.

Then I understood what she meant.

I gripped her thighs. “You sure?” I breathed.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” She paused in her grinding. “It might hurt but…I want it to be you.”

“I’ll be sweet and slow.”

She kneeled on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. The red light drifted across her body while her face remained in shadow. Even still, I could make out the shine of her eyes as she watched me.

I drew closer, reaching out and gripping her ankle while my other hand worked along my cock until it was slick from head to base.

I knew going slow wouldn’t be enough so while she prepared herself, I went searching, finding a small bottle of unused coconut oil in the bathroom. It was something at least.

When I’d covered myself in the oil, I took what remained and, positioning her on the edge of the bed, I gripped the side of her ass, then carefully moved my thumb along her, circling and then dipping it in.

Goosebumps trailed along her skin as a soft hiss escaped her lips. Her fingers tightened on the bed sheets, and she arched her back, lifting her ass higher, offering me an even better view.

Circling her again, I pushed deeper, my breath catching at the sight of her. My heart pounded in my chest, anticipation flooding me with the certainty of how incredible she was going to feel.

She let out a low whimper as I stroked my thumb at her entrance.

“You’re doing good, baby.” I was so hard now it hurt. I had to keep myself steady, to not plunge right into her like an animal. “Sweet and slow, see?” I dipped in her again, watching her reaction. “How does it feel?”

Her chest heaved as she let out a slow breath. “It feels…better than I expected.”

I hummed, satisfied. I continued to stroke my thumb inside her, slow at first, then quicker as the oil made for smoother movement. She let out a soft moan.

I switched to two fingers, stretching her, and her reaction was more the same. I thought I might lose my fucking mind if I wasn’t inside of her right now.

“I need you, Evee. I’m going to lose it.” I took out my fingers and positioned myself between her legs, letting my cock slide along her, brushing against her entrance. “Just a little bit, baby, just a little.”

She braced herself as I pushed against her. I slid in just at the head. She threw her head back and gasped. I slid out, then back in, going a little further, and she whimpered, her body trembling.

“Oh, fuck…” I breathed as she tightened around me and it was my turn to shudder, my heart in my damn throat. “That’s it, you can do it, baby. You’re doing so well.” I slid in further, unable to help myself, moving in short thrusts.

Her soft whimpers grew louder, but she still spread her legs wider, inviting me to take her even deeper. “Oh, God, Evee,” I murmured, my voice thick with need. “What are you doing to me?” My cock was halfway inside her now, and I didn’t know if I could stop.

“Emery,” she cried out.

I grit my teeth. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here.” I forced myself to hold back, but stopping completely felt impossible. Pulling my hips back, I kept thrusting, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through me. She felt even more incredible than I’d imagined, and I knew I wasn’t going to last.

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