Page 45 of Hunt Me
“No more waiting.” His fingers hook into my panties, yanking them down and off. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
Cool air hits my exposed flesh, and every survival instinct screams to close my legs.
But then his hands spread my thighs wider, and rational thought evaporates.
“Look at you.” His breath ghosts over my slick heat. “So, fucking perfect.”
He doesn’t give me time to respond. His mouth seals over my clit, tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves with devastating accuracy.
I cry out, hips jerking off the table. His hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me open, holding me still as he devours me like he’s been starving for this.
“Alexi—fuck—” My fingers scramble for purchase on the dusty surface, finding nothing to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation.
He hums against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. Then his tongue slides lower, pushing inside me, and white spots burst across my vision.
My hand flies to his hair, fisting the dark strands. I should push him away. Should maintain some control over this situation.
Instead, I pull him closer.
He groans, the sound muffled against my pussy as he fucks me with his tongue. Each thrust sends electricity crackling up my spine. His nose grinds against my clit with every movement, creating friction that builds and builds until I’m shaking.
“Don’t stop.” The words rip from my throat, desperate and broken. “Please don’t?—”
He switches tactics, tongue circling my clit while two fingers slide inside me. The dual sensation pushes me right to the edge, pleasure coiling impossibly tight in my belly.
“Come on my face.” His voice vibrates against my flesh. “Let me taste it.”
His fingers curl, hitting that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. His mouth sucks hard on my clit.
I shatter.
My orgasm crashes through me in waves, back arching off the table as I come apart on his tongue. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, drawing out every pulse and spasm until I’m boneless and gasping.
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Ilap up every drop of her release, groaning at the taste. Sweet and addictive and fucking mine.
My cock strains against my pants, demanding release. I’ve been hard since the moment I cornered her in that maintenance closet, and watching her come undone on my tongue has me ready to explode.
I stand, yanking my belt open with one hand. The clink of metal echoes in the abandoned space.
Iris’s eyes track the movement, still hazy from her orgasm. Then I shove my pants down, freeing my dick, and those blue eyes go wide.
“You’re—” She swallows hard. “That’s not going to?—”
“I’m going to split you apart with it.” I fist my cock, stroking once, twice. Pre-cum beads at the tip. “Going to fuck you so deep you feel me for days.”
“No.” She pushes against my chest, panic flickering across her face. “I didn’t agree to that.”
I grab her throat, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her freeze. Her pulse hammers beneath my palm.
“Your pussy is crying out for it.” I press closer, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. “Feel how wet you are? How fucking ready?”
“We need—protection?—”
“No, we don’t.” I tighten my grip slightly on her throat. “You’re on the pill. Have been for three years.”
