Page 131 of Hunter

It wasn’t a very nice smile.

He was a hunter toying with his prey.

I stared at him as he ripped off my shirt.

I gasped, taking in the tattered fabric, but he didn’t give me time to say anything.

He leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking mercilessly. I pushed my hand against his head, trying to get him to lessen up, but he only watched me with vicious mirth in his brown eyes.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head when I felt his fingers against my entrance, and he massaged my pussy lips as he continued his assault on my nipple.

My muscles convulsed when he swiped his fingers across my clit, and let my nipple go with a pop of his lips.

“So fucking beautiful. And mine. Aren’t you?” Xavier asked.

Was this what it was about?

“If you’re trying to prove a point, let me just say, message received.”

He laughed. “Not even close. Now spread your legs and show me that wet little pussy that belongs solely to me.”

I shouldn’t listen to him. Just out of principle, but when he sat up, I found myself doing just that. My arousal clung to the skin inside my thighs, and I knew he didn’t miss that when he licked his lips.

He grabbed my legs, spread them out wider, and drove fully inside me without warning.

My head rolled back from the sudden move, and Xavier rocked his hips against me without stopping.

I shook my head, unable to say more. This felt so good, but it also felt too much, and I didn’t know what I wanted, for him to bring me into another earth-shattering orgasm, or for him to let me go.

He made the decision for me when he said through gritted teeth, “You’ll take what I give you, won’t you, baby?”

I nodded. A part of me still wanted to please him.

Please him as much as he pleased me.

I grabbed his shirt and tugged on it.

He pulled it off for me, showcasing his beautiful body.

I fucking love the difference in our bodies. The way he was hard, where I was soft. The way he was big, where I was small. The way he was almost fully covered with colorful ink, and I wasn’t.

I took in the way his muscle strained as he grabbed my hips to keep me still, thrusting inside me with quick, shallow thrusts that clouded my vision until all I saw was him.

He grabbed my breasts in both hands, squeezing and playing with them before tugging on my nipples harshly.

That drove me over the edge.

“Four,” he uttered.

I let out a small cry in protest and turned, trying to get away from him.

He let me for a moment until I was on my front, with back to him, before pulling me back to him and sinking inside me from behind.

He pulled my hips up so my ass was positioned in the air as he knelt behind me.

This was a new position.

Somehow, it felt much more intense than the other ones.

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