Page 12 of Willing Prey

Notching my tip back at her entrance, I work in and out.

I’ve never seen a pussy this greedy. The moment I slip inside, Claire clamps down, her body eager to take me in.

Every time I pull out, I drop my head to stare at how flushed and swollen with arousal she is.

Her words are nonsensical, melodic with wanting as she protests.

“Be a good little deer, and you can come. Say it.”

Violent thrashing of her head from side to side is all I get. God, she’s stubborn. Her body shakes as I tease her. I’m thrusting slower than should be possible. At this point, I’m tormenting myself as much as I am her, but I’ve gone too far to stop. Claire will give in. She has to.

I flick her clit with a fingertip, moving my hand when she tries to shove her hips against it for more friction. When I do it a second time, she shifts her legs around me, trying to force my cock deeper. Resisting her is agony because all I want to do is let her envelop me completely.

“I’ll wait,” I rasp, unable to keep the need out of my voice. “We can stay out here all night.”

“Fucking bastard,” she breathes, trying again to free her wrists.

I let her try. Claire’s strong, but I’m stronger.

Pulling out again, I thrust against the crease of her thigh.

My cock is slick with her arousal, slipping easily along her skin.

It doesn’t feel half as good as her pussy, but it’s something while I try to hold out.

Pressing my fingertip back to her clit, I rub a slow circle, then stop.

Shifting back to center, my cock rests on top of her.

So close to where we both want it, but not quite there.

Her blue eyes burn into mine, needy, defiant, and so goddamn beautiful it makes my chest ache as much as my cock.

The feeling is surprising, a bit unnerving.

Staring down at her flushed cheeks as she snarls up at me, I don’t feel like a predator who finally caught its prey.

I feel like I’ve somehow gotten another predator on their back, and the power balance could change at any instant.

Fuck, I need to be back inside her.

“Say. It.” I drop my cock to her entrance again. My body vibrates with the desire to thrust into her. To fuck her until nothing else exists outside the way her body feels with my body. Dragging my throbbing tip against her soaked pussy makes me groan and Claire gasp.

Please say it.

I’m begging her mentally, almost regretting this war I started.

Except she is exquisite like this, ravenous and wild in a way that makes me think she’d devour me if I let her go.

Rubbing my palm down her slit, I slick my cock with her arousal.

Stroking myself over her, I watch her eyes grow hooded.

Her throat shudders as she swallows. My cock’s never been harder, every vein bulging, the head red and angry.

Claire stares at me, watching me stroke myself like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen. Her tongue peeks out to wet her bottom lip, and then she’s speaking, her voice hoarse and rough. She’s almost growling at me. The sound sends agony radiating through my already-straining cock.

“I fucking love it.”

My hand freezes midway up my shaft. “Love what, Claire?” My words are authoritative, but my tone isn’t. I sound like the desperate man I am, teetering on the edge of losing control.

Her voice, as hungry as mine, is the only thing that saves me. “I love being run down and taking your big, thick cock.”

My response is instant, instinctive. Hips dropping, I drive in so hard her teeth click together.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” A punishing thrust follows each word. “Good. Little. Deer.”

I release her hands, wanting both my arms for leverage.

She claws at my back, my chest, my shoulders, gasping a string of expletives punctuated by my name.

All I can do is breathe, every exhale a groan as her clenching pussy squeezes me as hard as a fist. My balls draw up, the pressure and pleasure nearly unbearable.

Claire needs to come with me. After all this, she has to. Sliding my hand between us, I finally rub her clit, knowing I’ve found the right rhythm when her legs tighten, slipping higher up my back.

“Shane,” she cries. “Holy shit, Sh—”

Her words become a shriek as I lean forward, sinking my teeth into her throat.

Claire convulses around me, thrashes beneath me.

My hips pump erratically as I come with her.

There’s nothing but pleasure, all-consuming pleasure.

I’m saying something. I think it’s her name, in a voice so raw and feral it sounds like a stranger.

My cock keeps flexing inside her, my orgasm going on for what feels like forever.

When it ends, I’m spent, soul and balls both feeling pounds lighter. My head falls on her chest.

Her fingers dance in my hair as I catch my breath.

It feels good, better than it should. I need to get up.

Start heading back because it’s going to be a long trek.

I don’t cuddle, and this is casual—business casual, but still.

Angling my hips, I ease out of her, tugging up my boxer briefs.

Claire’s naked body remains languid under mine.

I should stand up, let her move, but I don’t want to.

She doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, her heartbeat gradually slowing.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this content, this satiated.

Closing my eyes, I tell myself I’ll only rest a minute. No longer. Then I’ll get up.