Page 51 of Doomed
“You’re going to be so fucking full of my cum by the end,” he continues, “there’ll be no refuting who you belong to.”
My pussy clenches at his words. Images flood my mind—Knox pinning me down, filling me with cum. I should be outraged, should hang up immediately. Instead, my fingers move faster, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Fuck,” I whisper, unable to stop myself.
“Well, well,” Knox says, his voice a dangerous purr. “Sounds like my princess has a breeding kink.”
I bite my lip hard, embarrassment mingling with the intense arousal coursing through me.
“That’s perfect,” he continues, satisfaction evident in his tone. “Because so do I.”
“I don’t—” I start to deny it, but the words dissolve into another moan.
“Don’t lie,” Knox says. “I can hear how wet you are as your fingers keep slamming inside your cunt. You want me to fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”
“Knox,” I moan, unable to contain it as my fingers move faster.
His breathing grows heavier on the other end of the line. “Fuck, I love hearing you say my name like that.” A pause, then: “Send me a photo. I want to see how wet that pussy is for me.”
The request snaps me partially back to reality. Despite the haze of arousal clouding my judgment, some semblance of self-preservation remains.
“No,” I gasp, touching myself but regaining enough clarity to refuse.
Knox laughs, the sound deep and knowing. “Fine. I’ll do far more than see it during the Hunt anyway.” His voice drops to that dangerous tone again, the one that makes my skin pricklewith goosebumps. “The wait will only increase my hunger. Makes me hard again just thinking about what’s coming.”
The promise of tomorrow—of being hunted, caught, claimed—sends another rush of heat between my thighs. I bite my lip to stifle another moan, torn between shame and arousal.
“Such a good girl,” Knox purrs, his voice thick with desire. “Why don’t you turn on your video? I want to see your face when you come.”
My stomach drops. As aroused as I am, that’s a line I won’t cross. “No chance.”
“One way, then,” he suggests, his tone dropping to that dangerous register that makes my toes curl. “I want you to watch me come. Let me show you exactly what you’re in for.”
A moan escapes me before I can stop it, the image of Knox stroking himself too enticing to resist. My rational mind screams this is a terrible idea, but the throbbing of my clit drowns out reason.
“Okay,” I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice.
The call beeps as Knox switches to video, and suddenly his face fills my screen—flushed, eyes sparkling with lust. The camera angle shifts downward, revealing his bare chest, sculpted abs, and then...
“Fuck,” I breathe.
His cock is even more impressive in motion. Knox’s hand wraps around the thick shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the head as he circles his thumb over it.
“You like what you see?” His voice is strained now, rougher with each stroke of his hand. “This is all for you. Think about how it’s going to feel stretching you open.”
I press my fingers harder against my clit, matching his rhythm. “Yes,” I admit, abandoning all sense of dignity. “God, yes.”
Knox’s pace quickens, his breathing heavy through the phone. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
The last threads of my resistance snap. “I’m aching for you,” I confess, my voice breaking. “I can’t stop thinking about how you’d feel inside me.”
“Be a good girl and rub your clit while you finger yourself,” Knox commands, his voice rough with desire. “Make yourself come for me.”
I should hang up. I should absolutely end this call and throw my phone across the room. But watching him stroke himself, hearing the gravel in his voice—I can’t resist. My fingers follow his instructions, circling my clit while I push two fingers inside myself.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his pace increasing. “Let me hear you.”
The combination of his voice, the visual of his thick cock on my screen, and my own desperate touches pushes me toward the edge faster than I’d like to admit.
