Page 124 of Hunt Me

“Please fuck me.”

“Mmm.” I rock forward slightly, letting her feel the stretch before pulling back. “Why should I?”

She turns her head to the side, ice-blue eyes finding mine. “Because you want to fill me up. Breed me. Make me yours.”

Fuck yes.

I slam inside her in one brutal thrust.

She cries out, hands fisting in the sheets as I immediately set a punishing pace. No warmup. No gentle buildup. Just raw, primal claiming.

“That’s right.” I lean over her, hand wrapping around her throat from behind. Not squeezing. Just holding. Reminding her who’s in control. “Going to pump you so full of cum you’ll be dripping for days. Everyone will know you’re mine.”

“Yes.” She pushes back against me, meeting each thrust. “Please.”

“Going to breed this perfect pussy until it takes.” My grip tightens fractionally. “Put a baby in you so the whole world knows exactly who you belong to.”

Her whole body shudders at my words, inner walls clenching around me like a vice.

“You want that?” I drive deeper, angling to hit that spot that makes her see stars. “Want me to fill you up? Knock you up?”

“God, yes.” She’s barely coherent now, lost in sensation. “Please, Alexi.”

I release her throat, gripping both hips with bruising force. Holding her exactly where I want her while I pound into her relentlessly.

“Such a good girl.” The praise draws a desperate whimper from her lips. “Taking my cock so perfectly. Like you were made for it.”

“For you.” Her voice breaks on the words. “Made for you.”

Fuck.

Something primal ignites in my chest at that admission. I pull out completely, ignoring her frustrated cry.

“On your back. Want to see your face when I breed you.”

She flips over immediately, spreading her legs in invitation. Those ice-blue eyes dark with need, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing.

Absolutely perfect.

I thrust back inside her with zero warning, swallowing her gasp with a brutal kiss. Our tongues tangle while I resume that punishing rhythm—deep and hard and claiming.

“Touch yourself.” I pull back enough to watch her face. “Want to feel you come on my cock while I fill you up.”

Her hand slides between our bodies, fingers finding her clit. She circles it with practiced precision, building toward another release.

“That’s it,detka.” I adjust the angle, grinding against her with each thrust. “Going to pump you so full. Make sure it takes.”

“Please.” Her free hand clutches at my shoulder, nails digging into skin. “Need it.”

“Need what?” I slow my pace deliberately, watching frustration flash across her features. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

“Your cum.” No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just raw honesty. “Need you to breed me. Fill me up until I’m dripping. Please.”

Perfect.

I slam into her harder, chasing my release while she writhes beneath me. Her fingers work faster, circling her clit with increasing urgency.

“Come for me.” I lean down, teeth grazing her throat. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”