Page 2 of Hunted Vengeance

“No,” she breathes.

Fuck.

Slanting my head to the side, I slam my mouth against hers and take from her. I take her mouth, kissing her. My tongue tangles with hers, and it’s fucking amazing. She’s a perfect mix of sweet, innocent, and intoxicating, all wrapped into one.

Grabbing hold of her ass, I grip her globes and pick her up, then set her ass on the edge of the desk and fit my hips between her thighs. I don’t even know her fucking name. Goddamn, she tastes amazing.

Out-of-this-fucking-world amazing.

Slipping my hand between her thighs, I hook my finger in the center of her panties and tug them to the side. Then I lean forward and press my lips against the center of her throat, sucking on the skin there.

She whimpers, her hips lifting slightly as her head falls back. I unbutton my pants and shove them down past my hips, along with my underwear. Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I squeeze in an attempt to regain control of myself.

I’m on the verge of completely losing my shit. Although the fact that I’m about to fuck this woman right here in her father’s house, without even locking a door, would already prove that point.

Slipping two fingers inside of her, I grunt at the warm, wet heat that greets me. I lift my head and sink my teeth into my bottom lip as a hiss escapes at the sensation of her wetness. Curling my fingers inside of her, I make a come-hither motion, watching her, waiting for her reaction, for those noises. I want it all from her.

She gasps, lifting her head, and her eyes find mine. “Yes,” she breathes. She’s warm and wet, ready for my cock.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Tell me.”

Her lips part, her eyes grow wide, and I hear her exhale. It’s so fucking soft that I almost don’t hear her words. “You. I want you…please.”

I slip my fingers from between her legs to replace them with my cock. Slowly, I sink inside of her. She cries out, lifting her hands, her fingers gripping my shoulders. I can feel her nails dig into my skin through my shirt. I don’t fucking care. I hope she leaves marks. I would proudly carry her goddamn scratches on my skin.

I give her a few breaths to adjust to my intrusion. Tipping my chin, I look down at our connection and, honest to fucking God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so amazing in my entire life.

I cup her cheek as I slide my thumb across her bottom lip. I’m in goddamn awe of her, and I don’t even know her name. She’s Bellucci’s daughter, this timid thing that has done nothing except watch me from across the room and bring me water.

But in all her timidness, there is a boldness there, too, just under the surface, and I’m lucky enough to have a piece of it. My gaze searches hers, and in this moment—I am lost. Or maybe I’m found. I’m not sure.

She opens her mouth, and I take the opportunity to slip my thumb between her lips. “Suck,” I rasp as I begin to move inside of her.

I take her slow and easy. Moving my hips with a gentle roll as my pelvis grinds against her clit. I want to bring her to the edge and then watch and feel her fall over.

“You feel amazing,” she says, her voice breathy and sexy as fuck.

Lowering my head, I rest my forehead against hers. As I close my eyes, my hips continue to move, enjoying every fucking second of being inside of her. I’m being careful not to fuck her too hard or fast, knowing it will be over too quickly if I do. I want this to last. I want to savor the moment.

Gripping her thigh, I roll my hips, fucking her slowly. “Are you going to come for me?” I exhale.

“I want to,” she says, her chest rising and falling, her breath fanning over my face as she attempts to keep from passing out.

I want to give her everything.

Everything.

I’ve never wanted to give a person more than I do this girl. Never in my life have I felt like this about someone. I don’t know a goddamn thing about her, and yet, I want to keep her. I don’t know how this is happening in real time.

Continuing to grind my pelvis against her clit, I watch as she rises higher and higher, climbing toward the edge. Fuck me, but she looks fantastic in every goddamn way. It feels even better. I want her to come. I want to feel her cunt grip my cock, squeeze me, and pull the cum from my balls.

She cries out, and almost instantly, I feel her pussy clamp down around my cock. I’m seconds away from my own release when the door flies open. When I look to the side, I see him—the man who hired me for this job.

He looks pissed.

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