Page 48 of Hunt Me
She scrambles up, trying to dart past me, but I’m faster. My hand closes around her wrist, yanking her back.
“No—” She struggles, but there’s no real force behind it. Just the pretense of resistance.
I spin her around, noticing the mirrored wall behind us—probably part of some old break room or bathroom. Perfect.
“There.” I drag her toward it, ignoring her protests. “You’re going to watch.”
“Watch what?—”
I bend her over, pressing her palms flat against the mirror. The cool surface makes her gasp.
“This.” I kick her legs wider, then grab her hips, lining my cock up with her entrance. “Watch me claim what’s mine.”
In the reflection, her eyes meet mine—wide, shocked, aroused.
Then I slam inside.
No warning, no gentle easing in. Just one brutal thrust that buries me to the hilt.
“Fuck.” The word tears from my throat as her pussy clamps around me, still sensitive from her last orgasm. “Look at your face,detka.”
Her cheeks flush crimson in the mirror, lips parted on a broken moan.
“See how pretty you look taking my cock?” I pull out slowly, then drive back in hard enough to make her hands slide on the glass. “See how well you were made for this?”
“Alexi—”
“Eyes on me.” I wrap her hair around my fist, yanking her head up. “Watch me fuck you. Watch how your face changes when I’m inside you.”
In the reflection, I can see everything. The way her pupils dilate with each thrust. The flush spreading down her neck. The trembling of her lips as she fights back moans.
“Beautiful.” I set a punishing pace, deep and relentless. “Look how perfectly your pussy swallows my cock.”
Her gaze drops, watching where we’re joined in the mirror.
“That’s it.” I thrust harder, feeling her tighten around me. “Watch me ruin you.”
The mirror fogs with our breath, but I can still see her face—can still see the exact moment she stops fighting and surrenders completely.
Her pussy ripples around me, and I know she’s close. So fucking close.
I release her hair, reaching around to find her clit. The moment my fingers make contact, she cries out.
“That’s it,detka.” I rub tight circles, still pounding into her from behind. “Come on my cock again. Show me how good it feels.”
“I can’t—not again?—”
“You can.” I thrust deeper, grinding against that spot inside her that makes her shake. “You’re going to come with me buried inside you, and you’re going to take every drop.”
Her eyes widen in the mirror as understanding hits.
“No—you can’t?—”
“I’m going to fill this pussy up.” I slam into her harder, feeling my balls tighten. “Going to pump you so full of cum it drips down your thighs.”
“Alexi—” She’s shaking, her hands sliding on the fogged glass. “We can’t?—”
But her pussy tells a different story, clenching around me like a vice.
