Page 129 of Hunt Me
The first guard’s hand moves to his belt. The second follows, both freeing their cocks.
I should be mortified. Should protest, demand privacy, something.
Instead, heat floods through me as both men stroke themselves, eyes locked on where Alexi’s cock disappears into my body.
“Look at them.” Alexi’s teeth scrape my jaw. “Look how hard they are, watching you take me.”
I turn my head, meeting their gazes. Both men groan, hands moving faster.
“That’s it.” Alexi shifts his angle, hitting that devastating spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Let them see how perfectly you take my cock.”
The taller guard’s breathing accelerates, his fist working his shaft with desperate rhythm.
“They’ll never touch you.” Alexi’s possessive growl sends electricity down my spine. “Never feel how tight you are, how wet, how fucking perfect.”
I clench around him involuntarily, the thought of being displayed but never shared igniting something primitive in my core.
“But they can watch.” His thrusts grow more purposeful, each one driving me harder against the concrete. “Can watch me fill this pussy with my cum.”
The second guard makes a strangled sound, his hand moving frantically.
“Can watch me breed you.” Alexi’s fingers find my clit, circling with devastating precision. “Put my baby in you right here where they can see.”
“Alexi—” His name breaks on a moan as my orgasm builds, coiling tighter with each thrust.
“That’s right,detka.” His voice roughens. “Come on my cock while they watch. Show them who you belong to.”
The taller guard reaches his edge first, cum spilling over his fist as he groans my name.
The sound triggers my release. I shatter around Alexi’s cock, crying out as pleasure rips through me in waves.
Alexi follows seconds later, his release flooding hot and deep as he buries himself to the hilt. His groan vibrates through my chest, primal and possessive.
The guards come simultaneously, their grunts overlapping as cum splatters across the concrete floor. Both men’s eyes stay locked on where Alexi’s cock pulses inside me, filling me, marking me.
Holy fuck.
The realization crashes through my post-orgasm haze—I love this. Love being watched while he claims me. Love the way their eyes track every shudder, every whimper, every desperate clench of my body around his.
Heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t look away from the guards. Can’t look away from how they stare at me like I’m something sacred and profane all at once.
Alexi shifts, his cock still buried deep, and I gasp as the movement sends aftershocks rippling through my core.
“Perfect.” His lips brush my ear, voice rough with satisfaction. “My exhibitionistdetka. Look how much you loved that.”
I did. God help me, I absolutely did.
The taller guard tucks himself away first, his gaze dropping to the floor as reality reasserts itself. The second follows, both men straightening their tactical gear, their hands shaking.
“Dismissed.” Alexi doesn’t pull out, doesn’t release me from where he has me pinned against the wall.
They retreat quickly, boots echoing down the corridor.
Silence settles, broken only by our ragged breathing.
“That was—” I start.
“Everything.” He finally withdraws, lowering me carefully to unsteady feet. His cum slides down my inner thigh, warm and obscene. “You were everything.”
