Page 123 of Hunt Me
She moves with that precise grace I’ve become addicted to, climbing onto the mattress and sitting on her heels. Waiting. Watching me with those calculating eyes that see through every defense I’ve ever constructed.
I strip methodically, keeping eye contact the entire time. Shirt. Belt. Jeans. Everything hits the floor until there’s nothing between us except charged air and dangerous chemistry.
“Come here,detka.”
I lie back against the pillows, already rock-hard and aching. She crawls toward me with liquid movements, blonde hair falling forward to frame her face.
Perfect.
“Turn around. Face my feet.”
Understanding flashes across her features—heat followed by anticipation. She repositions herself, straddling my chest with that gorgeous ass mere inches from my face.
Not close enough.
My hands grip her hips, dragging her backward until she’s poised directly above my mouth. “Sit.”
“Alexi—”
“I saidsit.” My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs. “Be a good girl for me, Iris. Take my cock down that pretty throat while I taste you.”
She lowers herself slowly, hovering just above my lips. Testing boundaries. Seeing how much control I’ll allow.
None.
I yank her down, sealing my mouth over her pussy with zero hesitation. She gasps, hips jerking forward before she steadies herself with hands braced on my thighs.
Then I feel her tongue trace the length of my shaft.
Holy fuck.
I groan against her, the vibration making her shudder. My tongue works her clit with focused precision while she takes me into her mouth—inch by torturous inch.
This woman will absolutely destroy me.
And I’ll let her.
Her thighs tremble against my face as I lick her relentlessly. Tongue circling her clit while my fingers slide inside her slick cunt. Every whimper and moan vibrating around my cock drives me closer to the edge.
But I refuse to come until I’m deep inside her pussy.
Not when I can feel her climbing toward release—hips rolling, movements becoming erratic. She takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks in a way that makes my vision blur.
Almost.
I double my efforts, sucking hard on her clit while curling my fingers to hit that perfect spot inside her.
She breaks with a strangled cry, releasing my cock to gasp for air as her orgasm crashes through her. I keep working her through it, lapping up every drop of her release like I’m starving for it.
When the last tremor subsides, I grip her hips and flip her with zero warning.
Her face presses into the mattress, ass in the air. Exposed. Vulnerable.Mine.
I position myself behind her, sliding the head of my cock through her soaked folds. Teasing. Making her wait.
“Please.” The word comes out muffled against the sheets.
“Please, what?” I grip her hip with one hand, using the other to guide myself to her entrance. Not penetrating. Just applying enough pressure to drive her crazy. “Use your words,detka.”
