Page 104 of Hunt Me
The same carnal needs.
The same savage desires.
The same hunger to let go.
“Everything,” she managed, half laughing after issuing the single breathless word.
I intended on providing exactly what she craved.
Even before her body stopped shaking, I crowded over her, pressing the tip of my cock against her wetness. If she sensed what I was about to do, she didn’t react, although her whimpers continued.
After positioning my cockhead at her entrance, I planted both hands on either side of her, leaning over until our lips were only a few inches apart. “Now, I fuck you.”
The dark hunger that had lured me to her in the first place took over. I thrust the entire length of my cock into her pussy, my breath rattled as her muscles immediately clamped over my aching shaft. The heat was explosive, the warmth attempting to chisel away at the brutal man inside.
She gasped from the force, the shimmer in her eyes a mixture of excitement as well as uncertainty. The woman was fighting our attraction, the natural instinct that I’d felt the first time I’d taken her. But when she arched her back, her fingernails scratching down the length of my chest, there was no doubt she was sliding into the throes of ecstasy.
I pulled almost all the way out, leaning further over until our lips were finally touching.
“Do you hunger for me, Bristol?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm… Then I’ll give you exactly what you deserve.” With a laugh, I teased her, pumping in slowly. Her pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion, her soft moans filtering into the air.
I could fuck her for hours.
As I rubbed my lips back and forth over hers, she mewed, her mouth opening like a rose petal, waiting for me to explore the soft velvet. Unable to resist, I swirled my tongue around her mouth before sliding it inside. Once again, I drove my cock deep inside, the harshness of my actions slamming the headboard against the wall.
I crushed her mouth, enjoying the dichotomy between her constant hesitation and her willingness to surrender. My touchremained rough, the need for her only increasing. Together we were in sync, a beautiful rhythm that only increased the heat soaring from one to the other.
She swept her tongue back and forth, exploring my mouth as I was doing with hers. We were almost frantic for each other, our bodies bucking as I thrust in deep and hard. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulling me closer.
When I broke the kiss, we were both breathless. I rose onto my palms with my elbows locked, peering down at her beautiful face.
The corners of her mouth were upturned as she placed her palms against my chest. Together we rocked, our eyes in constant connection, our actions speaking volumes. I shouldn’t crave her the way I did. I’d yet to discover if she was playing me for a fool, but at this moment, that simply didn’t matter.
Only fucking her did.
When I slowed my rhythm, pulling almost all the way out then sliding in as if she was a delicate flower, I brushed my jaw across her cheek to her ear. As I whispered into her ear, keeping my tone husky and dominating, she moaned in response.
“Do you want to come, my perfect angel?” I asked.
“I can’t.”
“I think you can. You will come for me.” My actions became more savage, driving into her like a crazed animal. She lolled her head to the side, digging her fingers into my skin. When she scraped her nails down my chest, my balls began to swell.
“I’m too… sensitive.”
“Never sensitive enough. I’m going to keep fucking you until you become my good girl.” Her eyes lit up with fire from my words and I captured another hint of her wild rebellion.
The hard slamming of my body against hers was jarring for us both, but the rhythm was perfect and within seconds, she lost control of her rebellion.
As soon as she jerked up from the bed, I buried my face into her neck. Her moans were strangled yet so beautiful, a reminder that she was fragile.
But she was mine.
We couldn’t resist each other, the draw too powerful, the need too intense.
