Page 107 of The Darkest Hour

I growled, violently shoved her bra up, and slipped both of my hands over the swell of her breasts. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch these?”

She moaned.

I brushed my fingers over those hardening, sensitive nipples. “Yes. You’re so perfect.”

I pinched one of the nipples. “I would have chased you all night, all day, until my feet gave out, until my bones ached.”

She shivered at my words.

Leaving her soft breasts, I continued my exploration, my hand sliding lower and tracing the curve of her waist and the dip of her hips.

Her skin was so soft, smooth, and warm.

I let my fingers linger, pressing into the tender flesh just above her pelvis and eliciting a gasp that was half surprise.

Half plea.

And her reaction was everything I had hoped for, and more. The way she twisted, seeking out my touch, only to shy away when I gave it.

Push and pull.

Domination and submission.

Growling again deep in her ear, I shoved her panties to the side to expose her wet pussy to the night air.

Soon, she whispered and rubbed her ass against my cock. “Please, Havoc”

It took everything in me to hold in my chuckle. “Aww. What does my little wildcat want this moonlit evening?”

“Fuck me.”

“What was that?”

“Damn it, Havoc.”

“I truly did not hear you,” I teased, letting my fingers hover just above the place where I knew she wanted them most, drawing out the moment until the tension between us was nearly unbearable. “You want me to fuck that tight, wet pussy. Don’t you?”

Her breath came in ragged gasps. “Y-yes.”

“What did you say?”

“Yes, Havoc. Please.”

I should have yanked out my cock right there, but I held back, savoring the power I had over her, the way she was at my mercy.

I growled, “Say please again, wildcat.”

“P-Please.”

I loved the delicious torment in her voice.

Hmmm. Should I torture her some more?

Delicious Torture

Havoc

“But, you’ve been a bad wildcat.” I finally let my fingers slip lower, but I did not touch her pussy just yet. “Maybe, I won’t give you this cock tonight. Perhaps, I’ll just tie you up, lick you a little until you are on the edge of cumming, and then just walk away. . .leaving you there at the tree. . .wet and wanting.”

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