Page 4 of Hunted Mate
“Wet,” he says, displaying the soaked scrap of fabric to me, holding the remnants of my underwear under my nose. “Are you going to deny your arousal?”
“No,” I moan.
“And are you going to drop the story?”
“No.”
“Then you’re going to be getting fucked, aren’t you?” The same hand that just ripped my panties to pieces unzips his fly. I hear the sound of the zipper sliding down and then I feel it, the thick and heavy presence of a cock in very close proximity to…
“Wait… what…”
“You could have avoided this if you didn’t want it,” he says. “You still can, if you agree to drop the story.”
“I’m not going to drop the story.”
“Then I’m taking this wet little pussy for my very own,” he says as the thick, hot head of his cock runs along my slit as I squirm in his grip.
I’m a virgin.
And I’m about to lose my innocence.
At twenty-three.
To a stranger.
I could stop him. I could tell him I won’t keep looking at werewolves. I could say whatever I have to say, but the heat of his cock against my pussy feels right in a way nothing has ever felt right before. My senses are overwhelmed by the sensations he’s creating for me, his touch, his scent, his very presence. I feel as though a switch has been flipped inside me, deep in a place that has never been touched before.
“You were looking for a monster,” he growls. “And you’ve found one.”
He emphasizes that rough point with a thrust that buries his cock several inches inside me. I feel a hot flash of pain as the remnant of my innocence is taken from me. I wail at the intrusion, but he makes soft little soothing sounds as he pushes the rest of the way in.
“God,” he mutters. “You were pure.”
I try to say something smart, but all that comes out is a soft sob.
His fingers grip my chin and turn my head up to him. His cock is deep inside me, and I feel my pussy gripping him, muscles I’ve never realized I had before suddenly being used.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you’d stop?”
I don’t answer him. I won’t. I can’t. There’s nothing sensible about this encounter. This feels like it is happening outside of reality. It’s another one of those things that after it is done, it will feel like it never happened at all, though it will leave its mark on me forever.
He moves inside me and my response is a moan. He’s a monster, and I am having my first sexual experience with him. I am indanger, and somehow I am safer for it. My pussy is starting to relax now. It’s not as tight and it doesn’t hurt as much as it did.
“Be a good girl,” he murmurs softly, giving up on waiting for me to answer his questions. “Take my cock. That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you,” I curse, feeling my face flush with heat.
He bumps his hips up against mine, settling the length of his cock deep inside me.
“I’m not the one getting fucked,” he reminds me. “You’re the one having her pussy used by a stranger, aren’t you?”
He draws slowly out of me and thrusts back in firmly. “You’re the one who is wet for the fucking she says she doesn’t want.”
I never said I didn’t want it, but I am not going to correct him on that. I stop thinking and just start feeling. I hold onto his tattooed biceps for stability as he keeps fucking me with those long, slow strokes. He smells like animal sex, and now so do I.
But his words rankle. He’s doing this to try to stop me from my mission, and I won’t be stopped. I don’t see how the hell this was ever going to make me not do what I want. I am experiencing repeated pulses of pleasure that run through my entire body, making every bit of me tingle. I always assumed sex would be good, but I never knew it would be this good. Even the initial pain I felt when he pushed inside me has somehow become part of the goodness. There’s not really pain anymore. There’s just all the feelings and they’re getting more and more intense every time his thick, hot cock slides inside me and my clit grinds back against his pubic bone. Pressed against the door, I writhe on him, every little bit of movement helping me feel even better.
“You can’t stop me with sex.”
