Page 170 of Boys Who Hunt
“And you know what? I loved how powerless you were to stop me from ravaging you in your sleep. The moment I first tasted you I knew I needed more,” he groans. “So much fucking more.”
The tip of his tongue drives into me, lapping me up from the inside, coaxing out more delicious moans.
“I needed to feel you come, over and over again,” he says. “Until you got so sick of it you’ll only wantmyfucking tongue and no one else’s.”
“But you were there when I made that deal with Silas,” I reply.
“I don’t fucking care about that deal. I can’t stop Silas from taking you … but he can’t stop me from claiming what I want either.” He circles around so expertly I tilt my head back and let him do what he wants despite my brain telling me to put a stop to it.
“I want you, Ivy. I fucking want you just as badly as I want—”
He chokes on his own words and briefly glances up at me.
“What?”
Suddenly, his hand slides from my ass all the way to my pussy, and he drives it inside, fucking me so fast and wild I moan out loud. “Oh fuck!”
“That’s it. All I want to hear from you are your moans,” he growls. “Moan for me, Ivy. Show me how much of a good little slut you are for me. And maybe I won’t be so fucking obsessed with having you for myself.”
Every time he thrusts in, my moans become louder than the ones that came before. Behind the curtain, people begin to whisper, but none of it matters because of this tongue that’s driving me insane.
“Come for me,” he groans, licking me with fervor. “Moan my name and drown me with your fucking wetness.”
His filthy words send me over the edge, and my clit begins to thump uncontrollably as I clench my legs tightly around his neck. “Heath! Fuck!”
His tongue doesn’t relent as he eats me up, fingers still thrusting into me as the wetness begins to drip out.
“Damn, you taste so fucking good when you come all over my face,” he groans, ripping down his zipper. “Such an obedient little slut.” He lowers me. “Now coat my cock with that wetness.”
I gasp as he impales me, no-holds-barred. Not a single inch is spared as he thrusts in, burying himself inside me to the hilt, piercings coaxing out that squeaky moan from my throat. His fingers dig into my ass as he pulls out only to thrust right back in again, plowing through me like he’s been dying to have me. Like it would kill him if he didn’t fuck me right now. And those eyes of his brimming with desire tell me it’s not just a figment of my imagination.
“God, you feel so goddamn good,” he says.
And he’s right.
It does.
It feels too good, and I don’t want to stop even though I should.
“A perfect little pussy desperate to be torn to shreds by my thick cock.” He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts until my entire body begins to quake, and my pussy contracts around his shaft again.
Oh no, not already. Not this quickly.
“You’re gonna come all over my cock,” he growls.
“No, wait, I can’t. They’ll hear us,” I say.
“It wasn’t a question, Ivy,” he says. “Let me fucking see you fall apart.”
“Why? Why do you want it so badly?”
“Because I fucking adore the way you look when you do,” he replies, setting my entire body on fire. “Now come for me.”
I mewl with delight as he impales me, driving in so deep I’m seeing stars. And right when the orgasm happens, he plunders my mouth with his tongue, driving inside so deeply I lose my breath, too.
His length begins to throb, and hot cum fills me to the brim as he falls apart with me.
“Fuck, I need more. So much more. It’s never going to be enough, is it?” he groans, almost as if he’s mad at himself for letting things get this far.