Page 190 of Boys Who Hunt
The lust still swirls through her eyes, despite her rebuttal. “I didn’t do anything, they cornered me.”
“Wecorneredyou?” Heath muses, leaning over her to look her in the eyes. “I seem to recall you interrupting us mid-fuck. But maybe I need to jog your memory from the inside out.”
He thrusts three fingers in total inside her, and we both watch her writhe on the pool table before he bends over to lick her needy little clit again, and her face scrunches from the pleasure.
“Oh, you’re loving this,” I say.
“Fuck …” she mewls, clearly unable to control the lust building inside her.
“You’ve only given me one orgasm so far,” Heath murmurs against her mound. “You think I’d settle for less than five?”
“Five?!” she squeals. “But I already came a bunch of times in the changing room too!”
“Sounds like you’ve been quite the slut,” I say, leaning over to see the scowl on her face appear after being confronted with the truth. “A slut more than willing to please three boys hungering for her.”
“It’s just a deal,” she mutters, out of breath from the way Heath licks her.
“Fine, then,” I grit. “Have it your way.”
And I grasp her face and pin it down on the table before I zip down and ram right into her throat, no-holds-barred.
She’ll have to learn the hard way she can’t say no to us. Not just because we won’t let her but because she won’t be able to resist. Because despite my cock being inches deep inside her throat,bulging against her neck, her pussy is still dripping wet, and her tongue still wraps around my shaft, just like a good, obedient little slut’s tongue would.
“You want to be used just like you were told? Then fucking open that pretty little mouth wide and take it deep.”
I grip her throat and sink in even deeper, listening to her gargles and groans as she struggles to take me all the way. But I won’t fucking settle for less.
“More, twig. Give me more,” I grit, thrusting hard. “You handed it to them on a silver platter, and now it’s my fucking turn to enjoy the spoils of my raid on your body.”
Every inch I go deeper, I squeeze her throat just a little tighter until the light slowly starts to go out in her eyes. I only pull back just one second to allow her a single breath before I plow right back in again.
“Max, stop,” Heath growls. “Before I come down your throat too.”
“Please, I want it,” Max moans.
“No. You don’t deserve it. Fucking earn it first,” he grits, pulling out underneath the pool table.
When Max rises, Heath grips his throat, all while still licking Ivy.
“Look at her. Look at how she’s writhing on the table from my tongue alone,” Heath says. “You want her, don’t you?”
With a drool-covered face, Max nods as he hovers closer and closer.
“Then watch like a good fucking boy while I make her come,” Heath groans, rolling his tongue around that sweet, wet pussy.
“Oh, please …” Max mutters as he starts stroking himself.
But I’m far too busy with her throat to mind whatever they’re doing. The minute she denied me that fucking kiss, I knew I needed to remind her who this mouth belonged to.
I bury myself to the hilt and wait, throbbing deeply inside her while she struggles with her leftover oxygen.
“Can you feel me here?” I ask, pointing at her neck. “Nod.”
She does what I say, her eyes widening with every missed breath.
“This cock belongs here for as long as I call you mine. You might deny me a kiss, but everything you are, this body, every inch, every breath, every scar, every lick, every drop of blood, every bead of sweat, and every fucking drip of your saliva belongs to me now,” I growl before pulling out. “Now say it. Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she says, coughing.