Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Her eyes locked with mine.
I pushed my hips against hers, letting her feel my arousal. Even through my pants, I could feel her wetness. She was turned on, her body aching for me.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t need to.
She was afraid. Afraid of me. The monster. The hunter. The beast.
But her body hungered for the darkness I brought. I could smell it.
I could hear her gasping for air, her small hands clawing at my fingers in an effort to free herself from my grasp.
I could feel her pounding heart against my chest, thumping wildly, and yet her pussy got wetter with each second that passed.
She continued to struggle, trying to pull my hands away from her neck and I smiled, enjoying every second. The more she fought me, the harder my cock got.
I could feel her pulse against my fingers—fast, but not ready to give up.
She’d put herself in this position. I’d warned her. I’d told her no.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy, tormenting her with pleasure. It was a slow torture, but she needed to be punished.
I felt a primal urge to bite her, to suck her blood right from her neck. But I didn’t.
Instead, I pressed my mouth against hers, kissing her hard. Her fear tasted like honey. It was delicious. Sweet like candy.
My tongue forced its way into her mouth, exploring every corner, slipping over her tongue. I bit down on it hard, twisting it. She gasped, and it was like music. I didn’t care that she was crying.
I wanted her to be afraid. To be afraid of The Hunt so she’d never do this again.
She needed to learn.
I could feel her body quivering against mine, her wet pussy soaking my fingers. Her body ached for me, the source of her own pleasure.
My cock twitched at the thought of her pussy. I needed to be inside her. I needed to make her scream out in need. I wanted to hear her beg for me to fuck her.
I forced my fingers in deeper, spreading her pussy wide. She gasped, her body trembling with my every touch.
“Please, let me go,” she begged.
That was the last thing I wanted to do.
I burrowed my fingers deep inside her, feeling her tight walls stretch around me. She sobbed, and it was music to my ears. I wanted to hear her scream, writhing in my arms.
“Please,” she begged again.
I let out a slow breath, my mouth so close to her ear she could feel the heat of my breath on her neck. I nipped the delicate flesh. It was a warning.
I was going to make her come.
She was going to come for me, writhing in my arms as I made her body explode with pleasure.
My fingers thrust in and out of her pussy, fucking her harder.
She needed to fucking learn.
I pulled my mouth away from her ear, kissing her cheek, her neck, her lips. She was so warm. So soft.
It was almost too easy to push her over the edge.
I pulled my rigid cock out of my pants and forced it into her cunt, filling it completely. She moaned in pain, arching her back.
I thrust inside her, over and over again, slamming her up against the tree.
Her face reddened, and she moaned with each thrust.
“Please,” she whimpered against my lips, making my dick twitch. “Please fuck me. Fuck me.”
It was a beautiful thing to hear.
She gasped, her lips parting, her eyes closing.
I could feel her pussy tighten around me, squeezing my cock as the orgasm took hold of her body.
I thrust hard against her, letting her ride out her climax, listening to the sounds of her moans and screams. The more she cried, the harder I fucked her.
My eyes were on her body, watching as the orgasm took over.
She was so fucking hot. My lust-filled eyes were focused on her breasts, the way they bounced with every thrust, the way her nipples hardened when I squeezed her neck.
She felt so small, so delicate in my arms.
And then, I let go.
I thrust inside her once, twice, and then I came.
The pleasure ripped through every part of my body, overwhelming me.
I groaned out loud, the sound guttural and animalistic.
I still had my hand wrapped around her neck, and I squeezed, the pleasure of her orgasm making my cock twitch.
The forest around us disappeared into the background. The only thing that existed for me was her.
She was mine now.
She had to be.
I was never letting her go.
I pulled my cock out of her, watching her body shudder. Her pussy used and open, wet and sticky.
And just as quickly as I emerged from the shadows, I returned to them.
Leaving her alone.
Lesson learned.
Chapter 19
Storee
“Put the black dress you got in your basket on and be ready in thirty minutes,” Locke said on the other end of the phone.