Page 104 of Hunt Me
“That’s it,detka.” His rhythm becomes punishing. “Take everything I give you.”
“More.”
“Greedy girl.” But he obliges, shifting the angle to hit that perfect spot.
The pleasure builds, coiling tight in my core.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” His voice is rough and strained. “Made for me. Only me.”
“Yes.” The word comes out breathless. Desperate. “Only you.”
“Say my name.”
“Alexi.”
“Louder.”
“Alexi.” It becomes a chant. A prayer. “Alexi. Alexi.”
His hand slides between us. Fingers finding my clit. Circling with precise pressure.
The combination pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me. Body arching. Trembling.
He pulls out and flips me onto my hands and knees.
“I want your ass,detka.”
My body tenses. “I’ve never?—”
“Don’t worry.” He reaches for the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube. “I’ll go slow and ease you into it.”
His hand runs down my spine. Soothing, patient.
“Trust me?”
I nod, unable to form words.
From another drawer, he retrieves a slender, tapered dildo.
“We’ll start with this.” He uncaps the lube. The sound of it coating his fingers fills the quiet room. “Relax for me.”
His slick finger circles my ass, applying gentle pressure.
“Breathe.”
I do, forcing myself to let go of the tension.
He slides one finger inside, so slowly that I barely feel the intrusion at first.
“Fuck.” The sensation is foreign, but not unpleasant.
“Good girl.” He works the finger deeper. Establishing a rhythm. “How does that feel?”
“Strange. But good.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me carefully.
My back arches involuntarily as I moan deeply.
