Page 60 of Hunt Me
‘Fuck,’Ruaridh grits out, his fingers digging into my thighs.‘It’s been a while, baby. Go easy on me.’
My head darts up at his confession, seeing the truth in his expression. Warmth blooms across my chest, and I feel the smile creep across my face.
Someone with a notorious reputation like Ruaridh and with everything being a Skull entails, I’d never thought too much about what their sex life would be like. But judging by his performance earlier, how he brought me here and straight into the shower, a little part of me thought it was all too seamless to be a one-off for him. I didn’t want to give those thoughts much time or attention because if I did, they would spiral into something I couldn’t spend time on. But just now, with the lightness I feel upon his confession, I realise how much I needed to hear it. How much I had been secretly begging that I wasn’t just another woman to add to a Skulls’conquests.
Ruaridh lifts me slightly, then slams me back down on top of him.
‘Fuckk,’I moan, gripping onto his shoulders for stability.
‘I needed to wipe that smug grin off your face,’he nips at my earlobe.‘You looked far too full of yourself.’
‘What if I am,’I challenge.
‘Then I’d say you deserve to be.’I’m about to point out the contradiction, but he cuts me off before I can start.‘After I’ve thoroughly fucked you.’
He guides my hips again, forcing me down onto his cock. The slight tilt to my hips has his length hitting a sweet spot inside of me, and I see stars.
‘You okay, baby? I can’t hold back much longer.’His eyes are soft with concern, and it makes me believe that if I weren’t okay right now then he would stop. But fuck, right now, I never want to stop.
‘Fuck me, Ruaridh.’
And with that statement, all of the self-control he had before snaps as he flips me over onto my back beneath him. My stomach flutters with the sheer dominance of it and I relax into the sofa beneath me, allowing this powerful man to have complete control.
He pulls out of me, taking hold of his length, looking down at me with a look of pure lust written across his face. His gaze looks between my legs, and I gasp when he uses the grip on his cock to smack against my clit. Ruaridh repeats the act, then guides himself across my bundle of nerves in the most torturous way.
I squirm in protest, but unimpressed, he grips my thighs, pulling them wide and pushing them into the sofa. The position leaves nothing between us, and I am bared fully open to him.
Ruaridh spits onto my pussy, and his hard cock drives inside of me in one hard thrust.
If I had room to move, I would be arching off of the sofa, but his calloused hands continue to push into my thighs, preventing me from moving an inch.
God, this position has him going deeper inside me than I thought possible, and Ruaridh must feel it too as he continues to praise me.
‘Fuck, baby. You feel fucking amazing.’He places a kiss to my lips,‘I’m so deep right now.’Our foreheads touch,‘Do you feel me? Filling your pretty pussy?’
‘Mmhhmm,’I moan, unable to say anything legible.
‘This is my pussy, Fauna.’
Thrust.
‘Mine.’
Thrust.
‘Do you understand, little deer?’Ruaridh pulls out, smacking his hard length against my clit, and thrusts back inside me again.‘This pussy is mine.’
The build-up of sensations is rising within me again. It is entirely out of my control, the tidal wave of pleasure fast approaching with every thrust of Ruaridh’s hips and his sinful words.
Just as I feel my walls tightening and my legs on the verge of shaking, Ruaridh’s movements slow. His grip becomes tighter and I look up, finding his expression strained.
He’s struggling for control.
‘Say. It.’He pants.
‘You wish this pussy were yours,’I taunt, somehow managing to rock my hips against him.
I ignore his stormy expression, letting his irritation and lack of control fuel my movements. A man like Ruaridh wants to ownand dominate, but I’m not as easy prey as he initially thought when we first found each other in those tunnels.
