Page 101 of Hunted By Valentine

The sensation is exquisite, her lips and tongue working in a perfect symphony. I feel my resolve slipping; the need to claim her, to mark her as mine, growing stronger by the second. But I won’t give in. Not yet.

I wrench my eyes away from her, focusing on what I’m doing. While she swallows my cock, taking me all the way to the back of her throat, I turn the arrowhead, making sure every part is touched by the flame. Luckily, the lighter she brought me has a long neck, or my fingers would be burning by now.

“Do you like this?” she asks, her voice husky. “Do youlike having me on my knees for you?”

“Yes,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re so beautiful when your lips are around my cock.”

Ruby picks up the pace, her head bobbing faster, cheeks hollowing with each pull. The wet sounds of her mouth working on me are almost too much to bear; they echo in the room, mingling with my ragged breaths.

Her hands aren’t idle, either. One continues to stroke the base of my cock, while the other ventures lower, cupping and massaging my balls with a tenderness that sends bolts of pleasure through my body. The heat from the lighter is nothing compared to the fire building inside me.

I glance down at her again, watching her eyes flutter closed in concentration, her movements becoming even more fervent. It’s clear she loves this—loves driving me wild, loves tasting me. She hums around my length; the vibration sending jolts of pleasure through me. She pulls back, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting her lips to my cock.

Taking a deep breath, I force myself to focus. The arrowhead is glowing red now, perfect for what I intend. I set the lighter down and move away from her, ignoring her pout.

“It’s time,” I rasp. Careful not to loosen the tongs, I lie down on the floor again. I’m so close to Michael I could reach out and touch him, not that I want to. But I know my pet wants to taunt him, so this position is perfect.

Ruby wastes no time following me, straddling my hips and rising up while she grabs my cock, rubbing the tip against her clit. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me again,” she moans.

“This is forever,” I groan when she lowers herself onto my aching length. “So if you have any doubts—”

“I don’t,” she says. Turning to Michael, she hisses, “Watch me enjoy myself, husband. Watch a real man fuck me.”

Then she takes the rest of me inside her. I moan, loving the feel of her tight heat squeezing me. She sits still for a minute or two, resting her hands on my chest while she adjusts to having my cock inside her. Once she’s ready, she begins riding me.

Herhands slide up my chest, fingers splayed and nails grazing my skin as she anchors herself. She rolls her hips deliberately, taking me in deeper, the wet heat of her enveloping me completely. The sensation is electric, sending sparks through my nerves, and I can’t help but growl in response.

Ruby tilts her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she moves with increasing fervor. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples hard and tempting. Leaning up slightly, I capture one in my mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh. Ruby cries out, her movements faltering for a moment before she resumes with even more intensity.

Michael’s labored breaths fill the room, each exhale tinged with frustration and something else—something darker. His eyes are glued to us, watching Ruby’s every gasp and moan as she loses herself to the pleasure only I can give her. The arrowhead in my grip glows menacingly, a promise of what’s to come.

She plants her feet on the floor beside me for better leverage, rising up until just the tip of my cock remains inside before slamming back down, taking me as deep as she can. The force of her movements sends jolts of pleasure through us both, and I have to squeeze the tongs harder to not drop the arrowhead.

“That’s it,” I groan. “Show him what he never got to have from you.”

Ruby’s eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted in ecstasy. She lifts herself almost completely off me, hovering there for a moment with just the head of my cock nestled inside her warmth, teasing us both with the anticipation of the next thrust. “I want you to fuck me like this forever,” she whispers, loud enough for Michael to hear. Her voice is dripping with desire and defiance.

She rides me hard, hips slapping against mine with a wet, obscene sound that fills the room and mingles with our guttural noises of pleasure. Watching her use my cock for her own pleasure is nothing short of perfection.

“Look at how wet he makes me,” Ruby taunts Michael, voice dripping with lust and cruelty as she bounces on my cock, every plunge drawing a moan from deep within her.

Myfingertips dig into the soft flesh of her ass as I match her rhythm, thrusting up into her as she comes down, pushing myself deeper and deeper inside her. Her moans grow louder and more desperate, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

She moves faster, chasing her release as I thrust up to meet her every descent. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, driving each other toward the edge.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck me just like that.”

I respond by reaching between us and rubbing her clit in tight circles. Ruby cries out in ecstasy, her body tensing as she teeters on the brink of orgasm. “Are you ready to come, Pet?”

“Y-yes.”

I wait until she’s lost in the rhythm again. The moment she closes her eyes, I bring the arrowhead closer to her, pushing it against her skin. Ruby opens her mouth in a silent scream as her pussy convulses around me, her orgasm cresting while I’m branding her.

She sucks in air and digs her nails into my skin, so hard blood pebbles under her fingers. Then it finally comes; the scream she lets out is a twisted mixture of pain and rapture, echoing off the walls and searing itself into my memory. Her eyes fly open, wide with shock, but she doesn’t stop riding me. Instead, her movements grow more frantic, more desperate, as if trying to fuck the pain away.

Not caring about anything but her, I throw the arrowhead and tongs into the ice bucket next to us. With my hands free, I grab her hips and rear up, fusing our lips together in a bruising kiss. My arms wind around her back, pulling her closer until her nipples graze my chest.

“You did so good,” I praise, nipping at her lips. “You’re strong, Ruby. Stronger than anyone knows.”

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