Page 164 of Runaways

"Do you want me to shave it now?" he asks. "My face would be cold, but—"

"No," I tell him. "I love it."

One hand grips my tit through my shirt and the other slips inside my underwear, quickly finding my clit. I lean into him and moan.

"Where's Tate?" I whisper.

"He's not here," he says. "Ryder shot a bear. He's helping him out; he'll probably be gone for a while."

Thank fuck.

I quickly turn to face him, opening the front of his pants and taking his hard dick in my hand, pumping it in my fist while he brings his lips to mine. He buries a moan against my mouth and rips my pants down over my hips.

I kick them off as they fall to the floor and Silas lifts me from the ground, laying me down on my back on the small kitchen table, gripping the back of my thighs and spreading me wide before he thrusts inside me.

"Ahh!" I cry out.

He slams his hips into me, taking me hard and fast. The entire table rocks and moves across the room, and he groans in frustration before moving his hands to my shoulders to pin me in place.

"That's better," he says, satisfied with the lack of give as he thrusts inside me. I take every inch of him, clutching the edge of the circular table in my hands, the sound of skin againstskin and my own cries every time he buries himself inside me reverberating off the cabin walls.

"God, you're so wet, Noah," he rasps. "You really needed to get fucked, didn't you?"

"Yes…" I whimper. "Oh, god, don't stop."

"All you've gotta do is ask for it, baby; you know that."

"Harder…hurt me. Please."

He pulls me further down on the table before pinning me in place again, thrusting into me hard enough that I'm pretty sure the goddamn table is going to snap in half, but I don't give a fuck. My pussy throbs around his dick, and he moves one hand onto my throat and squeezes.

"Oh, fu—" I start before my airway is cut off.

The hand on my throat takes over the role of pinning me in place while he slides his cock in and out of me. The other pushes my shirt up to my neck before squeezing my tit, his thumb running over my nipple before pinching it hard.

It sends me over the edge.

My back arches off the table, and I come hard, legs shaking and eyes rolling back in my head as he continues his deliciously brutal assault on my pussy.

"That's it, baby," he says. He moves that hand gripping my throat to my hair, jerking it tightly in his fist while I gasp for air. "Doesn't that feel good? I know what you need, don't I?"

"Yes…" I moan.

"I'm going to fill you so full of cum..."

"Silas…I don't…oh,fuck…I don't think you should come in me."

"Fuckthat. I'm not pulling out, Noah. That's one thing you don't get to ask me to do."

"But—"

"No. You're mine. When we fuck, I'm coming in you. Say you understand, baby."

"Silas…"

"Say it…"

"I understand."

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