Page 41 of Hunted to the Altar
When she came down, I rose for air and saw the regret shining in her eyes. Before she could shut down, clamp up on me, I wanted to paint her walls with my cum.
“It’s my turn, little bunny.” I warned, wanting her to take part. I wouldn’t allow her to disassociate with me.
Her legs were still cramped in their position from her orgasm.
“Wider,” I growled.
She whimpered and gave into my command. I wanted to just push myself deep inside of her, but I needed another taste. Her delicious pussy would be a great way to die.
I would go slow.
“Please,” she gasped out.
I broke hearing her plea. “You beg me so prettily, little bunny.”
Her hips rolled forward. I moved my hand down her throat to her hip and gripped her tighter.
“Don’t move,” I commanded.
She stilled. It gave a needy effect. I had someone under my control. I thrived on that feeling. I stuck two fingers in her mouth.
“Suck.”
She didn’t ask questions, just opened her mouth wider and sucked me in. She licked my fingers like they were my cock, which only made me harder for her. While she attacked my fingers, I licked and sucked on her inner thigh. I showed her how good it would be to have my mouth on her pussy. She cried out when I bit a little too hard. She was so sensitive to me.
I licked the crease in between her legs and nuzzled hermound. She wasn’t bare. I wished briefly for her to have a little less hair, but I didn’t focus on that. I could teach her the way I liked her to shave. Not that she was a wookie, but her hair was growing in. I smelled her arousal soaked into her hair. I watched it cling to the strands.
I brushed my lips over her slit back and forth until she moved along with them. She strained closer to me, and I couldn’t hold back my laugh. She wanted this more than she realized. She wanted me. So I gave into that dark beast and allowed him to take over my mind.
“Beg me again, little bunny,” I demanded.
I watched as she cried and squealed asking for me. “Please, please, please–” She stopped.
I nudged her with a little bite on her clit. “Sir.”
“W-what?” She cried out her eyes glazed.
“When you address me, you call me sir.” I bit her clit lightly.
“Please make me come on your fingers,” she paused, gasping from the pain. “Sir.”
“Of course,” I murmured. I used my tongue to separate her lips and then ran it up and down her flesh. I widened her legs. Playtime was over. I fucked her with my tongue. The very things I wanted to do with my dick, I showed her with my tongue. Repeatedly until she creamed all over me. She wet my face from her juices, and I lapped it up like a dog in heat.
The beast settled in my mind and let me back into the driver’s seat. I didn’t care that we were out here where anyone could see us. I was too focused on my needs. Nina had relaxed on the ground. She looked satisfied, but I wasn’t done with her yet. There was so much more to come.
I went to roll her over, but Nina’s words stopped me in my tracks.
“Please don’t hurt me.” She sobbed.
I backed off completely to bring her back to us. She wasn’t present with me and that wouldn’t do at all. I wanted her solefocus on me. On this feeling. On what was happening here and now.
I forced her chin toward me. “Look at me, Nina.”
Her eyes flicked to mine briefly before looking away. I tskd. That wouldn’t do.
“Who am I?”
“Samuel?” She sounded confused.
