Page 103 of Hunt Me
It was as if karma was fucking with me.
My hunger only skyrocketed.
So much of me had wanted to punish her for defying me. For lying to me. I would do so again, but not this morning. Now I just craved devouring every inch.
And making her mine.
I rubbed my lips and face against her inner thigh, studying the stunned look crossing her face as I dug my fingers into her skin. Every muscle in her body was tense, her legs stiff to my touch. When I darted my tongue across her clit a single time, she jerked up from the bedding, acting as if she was still prepared to fight my actions.
Always the rebellious creature. Her actions only sparked another fire.
“You can fight me all you want, Bristol, but you’re going nowhere.”
A hard smack against her pussy lips was enough to force her to settle down, her body thumping against the bed. She covered her face with her hands, releasing ragged moans.
And I could hear every word she uttered, the statement of shock and desire giving me a smile. I swirled my tongue around her tiny nub again, enjoying the sweet taste as I concentrated on my efforts. She was so wet, her pussy juice trickling down her inner thighs. All I wanted to do was to drag my tongue through the tasty droplets, savoring the flavor. But my hunger was too great.
I buried my face into her delicious folds, taking my time to lap up her cream.
“Oh… God…” she breathed, her murmurs filtering into the room.
Lifting my head, I breathed across her pussy before sliding my tongue past her slickened folds. When I added a single finger, rubbing it up and down before thrusting it as deep as I was able, her legs began to shake involuntarily. I added a second and third finger, flexing them open as I plunged inside, curling the tips to rake them across her G-spot. I refused to take my eyes off her as I satisfied my thirst, driving my tongue beside my fingers.
“So bad,” she muttered and arched her back. She was confused as to her intense feelings, intent on shoving them aside. She’d soon learn that wasn’t possible.
I consumed every inch of her, dragging my tongue up and down slowly. There was nothing like the taste of her.
With every swipe of my tongue, I brought her closer to climaxing.
Sadly, the ruthless bastard in me wanted to ensure she knew exactly who remained in control of her pleasure. Easing away, I licked my lips then brought three fingers down in rapid succession, smacking her pussy lips hard and fast.
Whimpering, she jerked up, her doe eyes opening wide. This time, her mouth was twisted in confusion as well as pure ecstasy.
I pressed my lips against one inner thigh then the other as I snaked my hand over her stomach. “Never forget that every inch of you belongs to me.”
While she didn’t utter a word, the defiance in her eyes was the same as before. Perhaps even stronger. She was determined to remain in control.
She clenched her eyes shut, trying not to react as I resumed licking, driving four fingers inside her wet heat while I used my thumb to tease her clit, the tender tissue now swollen.
With every swipe of my tongue, Bristol did her best to ignore the raging sensations dancing through her. Every part of her was shaking, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Almost a minute later, she had no ability to hold back, her body bucking as an orgasm began to sweep through her.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.”
I drilled my fingers inside brutally as I sucked on her clit, growling, savoring every drop of her sweet cream. As a single climax turned into a second, I pressed my tongue against her wetness, licking fervently. I couldn’t seem to get enough, sucking on her tender tissue as I plunged my open fingers in even more savagely.
Bristol’s moans were scattered, her entire body heaving, her fingers white knuckled as she fisted the comforter. Very slowly, I eased my legs between hers, the heat of our combined bodies combustible. There wasn’t a cell in my body that hadn’t erupted into a raging fire, the beast within me roaring his pleasure.
As well as his impatience.
She was so damn beautiful, a true vision of an angel while I remained the devil.
Her breathing remained rapid and the connection we shared was only increasing.
“What now?” she whispered, the lilt of her laugh enchanting.
When I lifted my head, gazing into her eyes, she dragged her tongue across her lips. “What do you hunger for, my perfect angel?”
Her bold demeanor seemed to crumble before my eyes, her expression one of longing.
