Page 114 of Haunting the Hunter
I reach beneath her skirt and grip her thighs, pulling her closer. My voice drops.
“Take it off.”
She drops the belt, backing up with a slow, deliberate sway. Her shirt, already ruined, falls off her shoulders. Her bra joins it. Then she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and peels it down—inch by inch—never breaking eye contact.
Fuck.
My head tips back as I bite my lip, hips shifting—desperate to feel her.
“Eyes on me,” she commands, sultry and sure, looking down like she owns me—and fuck, she does.
She strips the rest of the way down, then drops to her knees.
I push up onto my elbows as she crawls to me across the floor, slow and deliberate.
“You’re so pretty on your knees,” I murmur, breath catching.
She slides between my legs and wraps her fingers around my cock, stroking me with an achingly soft touch. I twitch in her hand, groaning.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
She circles her tongue around the head—slow, teasing. Just enough to drive me insane.
I moan into the open air as she reaches up, grabs the belt around my neck, and pulls. She rises from her knees and straddles me.
Grinding against the length of my cock, soaking my dick before lining me up—then she drops her hips.
Fuck.
My hands fist in the sheets. Every ridge along my cock catches on the soft, wet heat of her as she takes me inch by inch.
I inhale sharply. She’s so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.
My jaw clenches. I try to hold still, to let her move at her pace—but it’s agony. The way my ridges rub inside her, snagging gently against all the right places—it’s too much.
She sinks all the way down with a choked moan, and I swear I black out for a second.
I stay still, savoring it—until she tightens the belt, pulling slow and hard. My throat constricts, just enough. My hips move on instinct, thrusting into her.
Her moan tears through the silence, raw and beautiful.
She places her other hand on my chest and works herself on me. Dropping down, bouncing up, holding herself just above me before sliding back down slow.
I grip her hips, guiding her—pulling the best fucking noises from her pretty mouth. She looks down at me, pupils blown, eyes dark, tugging the belt tighter.
A feral grin curls my lips.
“Yeah?” I say, then move.
In one motion, I lift her off me and toss her to the bed. Her giggle is cut short as I flip her over, pulling her hips up and spreading her legs. I smack her ass, hard—skin meeting skin with a sharp crack that echoes.
“Fuck—” she gasps, but I’m already sliding back inside her.
She screams into the pillow, and I groan at the sound.
I move—rough, desperate, and greedy. I can feel every curve dragging inside her. She’s soaked and clenching around me like she’s about to break.
I reach between her legs and rub her clit—slow, just enough to make her jump. She moans so loud it echoes.
