Page 67 of Hunt Me
More food. His turn, then mine. Each bite punctuated by the growing tension, the wet heat building between my legs, the desperate need to move that he won’t permit.
“Alexi.” My voice comes out breathy. Wrecked. “Please?—”
“Finish your dinner first.” He feeds me another bite of curry, maddeningly calm while I’m falling apart.
I take another bite, but my hips shift involuntarily. The fullness, the pressure, the deliberate stillness—it’s driving me insane.
“Stop moving.” His voice carries a warning.
I try. Take another mouthful of pad thai, swallow. But my body won’t cooperate, grinding down slightly despite my intentions.
“Iris.” His grip on my thigh tightens. “I said stop.”
“Can’t.” The word escapes breathless, desperate. I rock forward again, chasing friction he won’t give me.
His control snaps.
The bowl hits the coffee table with a sharp crack. Both hands seize my hips, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise.
“You want to move?” His eyes have gone dark, predatory. “Then ride my cock like the dirty little slut you are.”
Heat explodes through me at the words. I lift and slam back down, gasping at the depth.
“That’s it.” His hands guide my movements, rough and demanding. “Show me what a needy little whore you are for me.”
I brace against his shoulders, finding a rhythm that blurs my vision. Each downstroke hits something devastating inside me.
“Harder.” He yanks me down, forcing me to take him deeper. “You’re my dirty slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” The admission tears from my throat. “Yours.”
“Say it properly.” His hips thrust up to meet mine, the collision making me cry out. “What are you?”
“Your dirty slut.” Shame and arousal twist together, indistinguishable. “Only yours.”
“Good girl.” He releases one hip to grab my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. “Look how desperate you are. Couldn’t even finish dinner without needing my cock.”
I’m beyond words, beyond thought. Just sensation—the stretch of him inside me, the filthy praise falling from his lips, the building pressure that threatens to shatter me completely.
“Touch yourself.” His voice rasps against my ear. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
My hand drops between us, fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation makes me clench around him.
“Fuck.” His control fractures further. “You’re so wet for me. So perfect and dirty and mine.”
I bounce harder, chasing the orgasm that coils tight in my core. My thighs burn from the exertion, but I don’t stop, can’t stop, riding him with desperate abandon.
“That’s it.” His fingers dig into my hips, bruising as he takes control. He lifts me up and slams me back down, using my body for his pleasure. “Take every inch like the good little slut you are.”
The pressure builds, white-hot and overwhelming. My fingers work frantically against my clit while he pounds into me from below.
“Going to fill this tight pussy.” His voice turns guttural, strained. “Breed you properly. Put a baby in you.”
“Alexi—” His name breaks on a gasp.
“Say you want it.” He yanks me down hard, grinding deep. “Tell me you want me to come inside you.”
“I want it.” The words tumble out between desperate pants. “Want you to fill me.”
