Page 11 of Hunted Mate
He’s filthy and he’s cruel and he’s right. I can feel my clit tingling at his words. If he threw me over the desk and fucked me right now, I would take every stroke of his cock and love it.
“Ask for it,” he growls. “Beg me for it.”
The words start to form on my tongue. I want to resist them, but my arousal is too great. My need is too much. I am too fucking horny, too fucking dirty, too fucking receptive to this rough, animal treatment.
I have ached for him. Dreamed of him. I have been obsessed with my memories of him since he was last here.
“Say it, brat. Say it and I will give you what you want.”
“Fuck me.”
I whisper the words. They’re so humiliating to say in this context, crouched on the floor like an animal with his fingers between my legs. He is pushing my panties to the side, and sliding the tip of a finger inside me, just enough to drive me absolutely wild with need. My hips rock forward. I need to be filled. I need him to give me release from the tension that has been building with every hour since I last saw him.
“You’re so wet. So willing,” he says. “You submit so beautifully. I didn’t even need to spank you to get you to ask me for my cock. I’m quite proud of you.”
He pushes another finger inside me, deep and hard. I hear my wetness as he starts fingering me firmly, roughly, with real pleasure. I can hear his little snorts of satisfaction as my knees splay, I arch my hips, and I give him full access to my pussy.
It’s not his cock, but it feels incredible. My pussy is so tender, so fucking turned on. He’s rubbing against my clit with his palm, working my wet hole with ferocity.
“God, you’re such a fucking naughty little fucking girl,” he growls.
First I’m good, then I’m bad. Then I’m so fucking horny I don’t care what happens. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and slaps my lips and my clit, lightly first, then more and more firmly and with more sting until I am squirming and yelping like the animal he seems to see me as.
“I am going to fuck you,” he says. “But you’re going to ask me again, and you’re going to ask me so much more nicely now, aren’t you. You’re going to beg me to fuck your pussy.”
“What?” I whimper.
“Not what, little one. That’s rude. You’re going to say please fuck my disobedient pussy, Sir.”
“Wha…” I can’t form the words, and then his fingers are back inside me, and then they are gone, and then there’s nothing I can do except make noises that don’t correspond with actual words.
“You can do it,” he snarls softly, almost tenderly. I’ve never felt such sweet aggression, such tender cruelty. “Ask me to fuck your pussy, and I will.”
“Please… fuck my… pussy… Sir.”
The words come out in halting little gasps, not smooth, because I cannot be smooth right now. I am caught up in the kind of need that shuts my brain down and leaves me begging, quite literally, for this rough stranger to take me intimately.
“Good girl.”
He picks me up and lays me down on my desk on my back, pulling his shirt off as he does, but leaving his pants on. I see a scarred body, furred and strong. His cock finds the soaked slit of my pussy and presses inside me. One long stroke, all the way to the hilt, and I am filled up for a second time, taken like the desperate creature in heat I am.
“You feel so good soaking my cock,” he tells me as he starts to move inside me. “You’re hot, and you’re wet, and you’re mine, aren’t you?”
I make a little sound that doesn’t make sense, and I wrap my legs instinctively around his hips, pulling him in deeper, because I need this now. He’s made me need it.
He fucks me. No. Heravagesme. Hebreedsme. He makes me take his cock as deep and as hard as I can take it, though probably not as hard as he can give it.
He’s a monster, and we both know it. I feel his roughness shooting through me, excitement, fear, pleasure all intertwined as jolts of electricity zip through me, making my extremitiestingle while my muscles contract, trying to work back against him. My entire body is doing nothing but trying to get his cum.
There’s no talking now. There’s just noises, grunts, growls, moans. There’s just the sound and feeling of my pussy being ruthlessly dominated over and over again. His cock is doing that thing. He’s growing inside me, getting thicker somehow. It’s not possible, but I can feel it.
“That’s right. You’re getting fucked hard, aren’t you. Your pussy is getting sore, isn’t it.” He leans down and murmurs the words in my heated ear, giving me some comfort and taking his own pleasure from it.
He pulls out of me, then pushes back in, even thicker now.
I whimper. It does ache. I’m not used to being taken this way. The last time he fucked me, I felt it for days. I’m still not quite back to normal. I’m being fucked roughly on top of being fucked roughly, and my pussy is starting to protest even though she wants his cum.
“Please,” I beg. “Just please. Fuck. Please.”
