Page 73 of Hunted

He chuckles as he shifts his weight, his other hands coming up to grab my other breast.

“Mmm…” I moan, feeling like I might combust from this feeling alone.

“I love it when you beg,” he whispers, leaning forward to nibble my ear lobe.

“God, Weston, I need you!” I thrust my hips up, but the weight of his torso keeps me secured to the bed, unable to get the friction I crave.

“Arms up, baby,” he commands as his fingers grab the bottom of my top and bra and he pulls them over my head and tosses them aside, leaving me bare for him.

He kneels between my legs and stares down at my chest, his hands coming up to squeeze them. “Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous.”

I groan, needing him to touch me in other places, too. But it seems he has his own agenda in mind as he pulls off his own shirt, then leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I cry out, feeling so close to the edge already.

“West! Please!” I beg, tears forming in the corners of my eye from the desperate ache I feel in my core.

“That’s it,” he mumbles against my chest. “Beg me, baby, and I’ll make you see stars.”

His free hand pinches my other nipple, making me cry out with pleasure, before he moves down, pulling my leggings as he goes. He barely pulls them past my ass before sliding his hand inside my panties and runs it up my folds.

“So wet for me,” he growls before sucking my nipple as his thumb starts rubbing my clit. And I’m so tightly wound that the action is enough to send me over the edge. I throw my arm across my mouth to muffle my screams as I come hard, my pussy pulsing around nothing andmaking me wish I had been able to wait for him to be inside me before I came.

Before I can completely cool down, he grabs my underwear and leggings and pulls them right off me, then strips down naked and kneels between my legs again. But this time, he’s holding his large, thick cock in his hand as he stares down at me.

I’ve seen his dick before, but right now, knowing he’s about to put it inside me, makes me lick my lips in anticipation.

“You want this, baby?” he asks when he sees the way I'm eyeing him.

“Give it to me, Weston,” I whisper, reaching for his face, but he’s too far away.

He starts rubbing my clit as he lines himself up and slowly pushes his head inside me. He leans forward so his face is above mine and his hand starts squeezing my breast again.

I try to buck up and sink him deep into me, but his other hand holds my hip still, not letting me get what I want.

“Shit!”

“What’s wrong?” I ask in worry when I see the alarmed look on his face.

“I forgot to use protection.”

“Oh, right.” Not wanting to ruin the moment, I decide to offer him the same solution that Bower and I used. “Can you pull out before you come?” I ask nervously.

His eyes dance between mine as he asks. “Are you sure? I’m sure there are condoms in this house somewhere.”

“Ew, no, I don't want to think about that,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m sure, if you are.”

He watches me a second before he nods, then his thumb starts rubbing my clit again. I pull his mouth to mine and he kisses me at the same time he slowly pushes himself deep into me.

I groan, thrusting myself up to meet him, and when he’s fully inside me, he presses his body weight against me, making me feel so full that I feel as though I might just burst. He places his hands beside my head and pushes his front half up as he starts moving his hips in slow circles, watching my face for my reaction. When his body presses against my clit, I cry out as pleasure zips through me.

But the true pleasure comes when he starts to truly fuck me. He starts slow at first, but his hips quickly build momentum as he slams himself into me, pushing me harder into the bed with each thrust.

No wonder he wanted to do this in a bed; he might have crushed me if we had done it on the floor. I’m grateful we never had sex in the hut. He probably would have broken it.

I cry out his name and start begging him to keep going as I grow closer and closer to coming.

I stare into his hazel eyes as he clenches his jaw, clearly trying to hold himself back until I come. Suddenly he switches his position, sitting back on his knees as he grabs my ankles and pushes them towards my head. My eyes go wide as he presses his body against them, then moves one hand to my nipple, plucking it as he starts thrusting harder. The other hand finds my clit, and after a few thrusts in this position, I come… hard. My pussy convulses around his cock, and it feels amazing. All too soon, he pulls out, grabs his cock and shoots his load all over my stomach and chest as I pant heavily in exhaustion.

When he finally finishes and releases himself, he stares down at the mess he made, and his eyes go wide as they bounce up to meet mine. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to do that on you. I—”