Page 31 of Dead Bled Ringer
For a moment I felt pure prey pleasure as the wind whipped at me, whirling long curls around my face. The exhilaration of the chase made me run faster.
But not fast enough.
It was only a few moments before I felt a big hand grip the back of my pajamas.
Forgetting Iwantedhim to catch me for the plan, I flung my body sideways and we fell heavily to the ground, Hunter rolling me out of the way so I landed hard on top of him.
He grunted as his shoulders hit the ground with a crack.
“Stop, damn you!”
But this was my opportunity to get answers out of him.
My chest heaving, I clamped my thighs around his abs and ground my pussy all the way down the front of him. Through the thin fabric I could feeleverything, the way his thick cock wasstrainingat his pants, and I was rewarded with his low, feral groan.
I had to get what information I could out of him while he was hopefully thinking with his dick.
“Tell me your secrets, you fucker,” I threatened him, reaching my hands up to his flushed skin and trying to remember the tips he had suggested for efficient choking as I tightened my grip around his throat.
There was a pulse throbbing hard under my fingers.
“What do you want to know?” he rasped out.
“Whyare you doing Henry’s dirty work?”
Hunter hesitated, but I could see the slick sheen of sweat on his forehead, feel the thud of his heart. I pressed my advantage, spreading my thighs so that my cunt dragged all the way down his cock to the base. Then I rolled my hips and did it again. I felt liquid begin to soak through my panties.
He groaned again, a muscle throbbing in his throat.
“I—can’t. I can’t.”
“Why?”
I dropped my grip and raised myself higher up on his belly for a long, slow drag of my cunt down to his thighs. God, the tip of his dick was almost splitting my pussy lips through his jeans.
“You—don’t want to know.”
“Asshole!” I hissed, thrusting my hips forward so he could feel the slick wetness through my pajamas. “Come on. I deserve to know.”
It looked like he was developing lockjaw with the way he held himself back. I could feel his cock throbbing beneath me.
“You’re torturing me,” Hunter groaned, digging his hands into my soft hips. God, if I let myself go, I knew what those fingers could do to me. . .
But I would not. This was about getting answers from a man. That was all.
His eyes rolled back in his head as I felt the tip of his cock twitch, precum leaking in big, juicy drops.
Hunter’s massive chest raised and fell and I reached out one tentative hand and ran it down his chest, pressing my pointed nailsjusta tiny little bit into his flesh. Just to see what he did.
“You lied to me and betrayed me,” I said. “How could you fuck me while pretending to be your brother unless you were some kind of monster?”
“I’m sorry,” Hunter gritted out.
His chest rose and fell faster, his thighs tensing beneath me.
“I can’t tell you! It’s—better you don’t know. God, Angel, what you’re doing to me. It’s enough to drive a man mad!”
I knew he was close, I knew he was about to come, the way the veins stood out in his throat and forearms, the way his flat stomach tensed underneath me.
