Page 81 of Knotting With A Stranger

I purr. My thighs flexing, but his grip tightens, keeping me still. He’s savoring this, taking his time, watching me lose myself beneath him.

And I am.

Every nerve in my body is alive, burning, my mind a haze of pleasure and frustration. The ache between my legs is unbearable, my body so primed, so ready, I could shatter the moment he touches me again.

“Hunter...” I breathe his name, barely a sound, more a plea.

“That’s it, angel.” A slow smirk curves his lips, but there’s something dangerous in it—something that tells me he isn’t done playing with me yet. “Let me hear you.”

Then, without warning, his mouth is on me.

My back arches, fingers clenching around the washing machine’s edge as sensation slams into me. His tongue moves slowly, teasing, tasting, driving me higher and higher until I’m shaking apart.

I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel.

My thighs tremble as the coil inside me winds so tight, I know I’m seconds from falling over the edge. I let out a gasping moan, my body tensing, ready to explode?—

Then, he pulls away.

I nearly sob at the loss, my hips jerking toward him, desperate for more, for anything to push me past the breaking point.

Hunter just watches me, his lips glistening, his smirk all dark satisfaction. “Not yet,” he commands. “I want you completely undone when I finally take you.”

I’m a trembling mess beneath him. “Please,” I whisper, pride be damned.

His gaze darkens, and something shifts in him, something dangerous and unrelenting.

“Say it again,” he growls.

I swallow hard, my pulse a frantic, stuttering beat. I’ve never felt this raw, this stripped bare, this completely at someone’s mercy.

“Please, Hunter,” I whisper again, my body burning. “I need you.”

His breath shudders out, as if he’s barely holding himself back. Then, in one fluid motion, he rises above me, positioning himself between my thighs, the heat of his cock pressing against my aching entrance.

He reaches up, unties my hands with a slow, careful tug, then brings my wrists down, pinning them beside my head. His fingers lace with mine, his grip firm, possessive.

His mouth brushes against my ear.

“Then hold on tight, angel, because I’m about to give you everything you’ve been begging for.”

And then—he’s inside me.

Fast, harsh, and… oh God, he’s enormous. I cry out.

I can’t do anything but arch beneath him. Hunter doesn’t just take—he stakes his claim. And I feel it in every slow, deliberate inch as he buries himself inside me.

A groan rumbles through his chest, his forehead pressing to mine, his grip on my wrists tightening.

“Finally,” he growls. “I’ve been waiting to feel you like this… wrapped around me, my cock buried inside this little pussy.”

A shudder rolls through me, and I whimper, my body pulsing around him.

“Shh, angel,” he soothes, rocking into me with slow, devastating thrusts. “You think I’m letting you go now?” He chuckles, dark and low, his lips brushing the edge of my ear. “Not a fucking chance.”

His grip shifts, releasing my hands. His fingers trace down my arms, over my ribs, down to my hips, where he then holds mesteady as he thrusts deeper, dragging pleasure through my body like fire licking at my skin.

“I’m going to fuck you every which way,” he mutters. “Bent over the counter, legs wrapped around my waist. Face-down in my bed, where I’ll keep you for hours. On your hands and knees, letting me watch as you come all over my cock.”

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