Page 122 of Hunt Me

His smile was practically evil, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath.

With his hand on my shoulder, he pushed me to the floor onto my knees and I immediately wrapped my hand around the base of his cock.

“Suck me, my perfect angel. I need to feel your plump lips wrapped around my cock.”

I flicked my tongue across his sensitive slit as I pulled him closer to my lips. His shaft was throbbing, the veins on both sides more prominent than usual. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, savoring the musky scent and taste.

Just being able to stroke him, to see the pinched look on his face kept me wet and hot. I licked around the tip several times before engulfing it. Almost immediately I was offered a sweet reward, licking up every drop of the incredible pre-cum. I pulled another two inches inside, using my strong jaw muscles to suck.

He fisted my hair at the scalp, bending his knees and rolling onto the balls of his feet. When he pressed his other hand against the side of my face, I knew I was no longer in control of the moment.

His breathing remained labored and he pushed more of his cock inside. He was so large, I almost gagged, but I craved to take every inch. He pumped his cock in deeper, peering down at me with a wild look on his face.

I kept swirling my tongue, moving it back and forth as I peered up at him. There was so much possession in his eyes I was struck. Maybe we were meant for each other.

As he rocked his hips forward, I closed my eyes, doing nothing more than enjoying the moment.

And the freedom I felt around him.

Every sound he made was animalistic. Being lost in the man and what he did to me was more powerful than any method of intoxication. Just when I thought he would fill my throatwith his seed, he pushed me away gently and raked both hands through his hair.

As he slowly lowered his head, his jaw clenched, I could tell he was wild with desire, more animal than man. I rose from my knees, giving him the same carnal look he was giving me. When I jumped into his arms, his eyes lit up like firecrackers. I threw my legs around him, so wet my inner thighs were slickened.

He tossed me against the wall, pushing me up by several inches. When he thrust the entire length of his cock into my pussy, a scream erupted from my mouth.

He shuddered, every muscle in his body tense. The feel of having him filling me, fucking me was incredible. The rush of excitement was building, becoming a firestorm. As he’d done before, he rolled on the balls of his feet, thrusting hard and fast.

I clung to him with one hand, throwing my other arm over my head. He was rough and unforgiving, the angle allowing the tip of his cock to hit my G-spot. I was drunk with pleasure, tossing my head back and forth as his actions became even rougher.

The brutal pounding was jarring, pictures from the wall falling to the floor, and books rattling off the shelf. I didn’t care. There was nothing like the feel of having him inside me, his cock stretching my muscles. They clamped and released several times, pulling me onto an incredible plateau.

Tingling sensations vibrated through every inch, every jolt so electrifying my toes were curled. I clamped my thighs against him and slammed my hand against the wall. We were now nothing more than beasts together.

Panting, I licked several beads of perspiration from my lip, blinking to try to focus. He was so intense, his entire faceclenched as he fucked me. I wanted this to go on forever, but there was no sense of self control around the man.

A powerful orgasm swept through me, pushing me into a beautiful moment of rapture.

“Oh. Yes. Yes. Yes!” My scream was high-pitched, as wild as I felt. There was no thinking, no breathing. Just him and this.

The beautiful moment turned into a wave, every muscle constricting. He fucked me long and hard, the brutal sounds sweet music. I lolled my head as I finally spiraled down from the extreme high.

“Yes…” I whispered and dragged my tongue across my bottom lip. When I finally opened my eyes, he was staring at me, searching as if looking for answers.

I only had one.

I wanted to be with him. Damn the issues. To hell with the good girl I thought I’d been. He was all that mattered.

He slowed his rhythm and I could tell he was close to coming.

With a sly smile on my face, I clenched my muscles. He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing with enough pressure I was lightheaded.

“Never forget, my perfect angel. You’ll never be in control.”

As he finally let go, releasing and filling me with his seed, he pressed his forehead against mine.

For all the wrong reasons, it felt as if it was just the two of us against the world.

I only hoped what we felt for each other would survive.