Page 38 of Make Me Hunt
I trail my finger down her spine, my eyes following the movement, and she shudders beneath my touch. It only drives me further, and I glide lower right against the valley at the dip of her hips, then follow the line down to tease that tight, puckered ring.
I suddenly feel her tense under me, her shoulders wiggling, like she tries to wrench free of my grip. “No,” she mutters, as if telling off a disobedient dog.
She should be careful that I might bite.
“Tsk, tsk, you’ll only raise my interest. It’s onlynofor today.” I warn, letting my fingers slip down to her core. “My cock will feast on that tight ass of yours soon. Don’t doubt it,” I whisper, and I hear her snarl, but I ignore her, because the very next second, I turn that snarl into a moan as my fingers find her swollen clit.
I loosen the harness just a little, and she shifts forward—just enough for me to ease my cock inside her in one slow motion. I need her to feel it the same way I need to feast on every second we areone.
Her body freezes instantly, the shift in her muscles all too obvious—and in mine as well. Her cunt is so tight I can’t stop the staggering thrill gripping my every cell, as if I hadn’t already fucked her before. It borders on pain, and that only brings me pleasure. But I fear it’s something I’ll never recover from. Like the way she fits against me resets the baseline for pleasure and anything else—anyone else—except her, feels like a fucking joke.
She’s feisty, I give her that, her mind opposing the dominance, but her body giving in to raw desires because I can’t help but feast on how each orgasm takes her by surprise. Each one stronger than the last. And I have a feeling that no one has taken her to this level of intensity. But I will. I’ll raise her to the heights of the sky, then down to the pits of hell and back.
The things I’m planning to do to her make a sick smirk bloom on my lips, and I haven’t even properly started thinking about it.
All in good time, because I’m close to wearing her out for the day. I can feel her body slacken, and she’s not the type to beg for mercy, so I risk killing her if I don’t stop when I should.
The human condition is so fragile, but so beautiful. Maybe that’s what makes them special. I know this is one of the things that makes her special. But there are so many more. The innocence shadowed by darkness. The stubborn need to holdon and win, even when it defies pure logic. The way she gradually surrenders to me, giving into my touch, knowing it belongs on her skin.
I look at her narrow shoulders and tiny waist, and I can’t tell if it’s bravery or sheer fucking stubbornness that she finds it in her to fight me when I weigh twice as much. I’m not trying to break that. I’m trying to protect it. Even if she’s testing my patience every time I thrust within her.
“Ahh,” she mewls, like a damn kitty, as I plunge inside her, pull out, and drive back again.
And again.
And again.
Until her fragile moans lose their power completely. Not because she isn’t on the edge. It’s because she is on the verge of collapse.
But I’m not done with her. I pull the suspenders until she’s on her knees, her back glued against my chest, my cock shifting positions even deeper inside her, to a place I know will get her to come within seconds.
I just don’t let her. I yank her hair back, my lips moving up and down on her neck. “You have to be a good little curse now… and come only when I tell you.”
She lets out a high-pitched sound. I don’t even understand if it’s a no or a yes. But I hope she got the message—for her own sake.
I keep her tight as I slow my pace, grinding against every wall until I know she’s so full of me she can barely breathe. My hand goes back to her clit, and I reach over her shoulder to claim her mouth with mine.
She tries to respond, but all that comes out are just moans spilling across her lips, like she’s half-delirious.
Poor little thing, she needs some serious training.
I circle her clit, and she’s so fucking wet and tense I nearly lose my mind. I’m so close, but I want her here with me, even if I already feel her inner walls spasming. “Don’t come yet!” I warn. But the next second, she cries out, her body betraying her. And disobeying me.
The tightness around my shaft gets me dangerously close to the edge, but I need to hold back. Normally, I’d come and give her peace, but she didn’t listen to me. And while I recognize her inner strength, she needs to learn to obey me.
She squirms, her hips pressing against mine, hoping she could get my release. And I’m seconds away from giving it to her. But just as I feel that tightening sensation building too dangerously, I release the suspenders, and her body collapses forward.
I don’t move off her. I just flip her onto the mattress, her beautiful eyes pointing at me, the reddish marks from the suspenders decorating her skin.
“What did I say?” I growl, forcing my way between her legs again.
She glares at me in anger, like she wants to obey and make things easier for her, but we both know she just couldn’t.
What gets to me most is that she won’t admit it either. She’s too feisty to admit defeat.
That’s why I decide to ruin her.
The poor thing is exhausted; she even tries to reach my cock, her hand slipping between us, to coax my orgasm. But I catch her wrist and slam it back on the mattress.
