Page 139 of Hunt Me

“God—Alexi—” I push back against his face, shameless in my need.

His tongue circles my clit before dipping inside me, the wet sounds of his mouth obscene in the quiet cellar.

His tongue is relentless between my legs, lapping and sucking. I grip the edge of the wooden table, knuckles white, legs trembling as pleasure builds with each stroke.

“Fuck, yes—right there—” My words dissolve into desperate moans as Alexi slides two fingers inside me, curling them forward while his tongue flicks rapidly across my clit.

The dual sensation is overwhelming. My back arches as tension coils tighter with each thrust of his fingers, each circle of his tongue.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he growls against me, his breath hot on my sensitive flesh. “I’m going to make you come so hard, and then I’m going to fill this pretty cunt with my seed.”

The filthy promise pushes me closer to the edge. My thighs begin to shake, inner walls clenching around his fingers.

“That’s it,detka. Come for me. Let me feel it.”

The orgasm crashes through me without warning, tearing a scream from my throat that echoes through the cellar. My body convulses, wave after wave of pleasure radiating outward.

Before the first wave even crests, Alexi’s behind me, yanking my hips back. He drives into me with one brutal thrust, stealing my breath.

“Fuck!” I cry out, still coming around him as he stretches me open.

“You feel that?” He slams into me again, his grip bruising on my hips. “This pussy belongs to me. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

Each word punctuated with a savage thrust that makes the table creak beneath us.

“Say it,” he demands, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. “Tell me whose cunt this is.”

“Yours!” I gasp as he pounds into me mercilessly, the wet sounds of our bodies colliding obscenely loud. “It’s yours, Alexi!”

“And what am I going to do to it?”

“Fill me—oh god—fill me with your cum,” I moan, meeting his thrusts with equal desperation.

“I’m going to breed this perfect fucking pussy,” he pants, hips snapping against my ass. “Put my baby deep inside you and watch you grow round with it.”

His fingers grip my hair tighter, yanking my head back at an angle that forces my spine to arch. The position exposes my throat and pushes my ass higher against him.

“Look at this greedy cunt,” Alexi growls, his voice dropping to that register that makes everything between my legs clench. “Sucking my cock in like it’s desperate for my cum. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be my personal fucking breeding stock.”

The degradation sends a shock of arousal through me so intense it’s almost painful. My walls flutter around him, drawing a dark chuckle from his throat.

“That’s it. Your pussy knows what it needs even if your brain’s too stubborn to admit it.” He slams into me harder, the wooden table scraping against the stone floor. “I’m going to pump you so full that my cum leaks out of you for days. Going to keep you chained to my bed, holes available whenever I want to top you up.”

His hand snakes around to grab my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my vision blur at the edges.

“Every time you think you’re empty, I’ll bend you over again. Keep you constantly dripping with my seed until it takes.” Hisrhythm grows erratic, his breathing harsh in my ear. “Going to watch those tits swell, that belly grow round. And everyone will know who fucking owns you.”

His grip tightens on my throat as he leans closer, his lips against my ear.

“Say it, Iris. Tell me what you are.”

“Your—your breeding toy,” I gasp, shock and arousal mingling as the filthy words leave my mouth.

“And what’s this?” His hand releases my throat to slap my ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

“Your cum dump,” I whimper, my brain shorting out from the degradation and pleasure.

“That’s right. My personal fucking incubator.” He thrusts so deeply that I feel him hit my cervix. “And I’m going to fill every inch of you.”