Page 64 of Boys Who Hunt

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Page 64 of Boys Who Hunt

I shove her head back down. “What did I say about back talk?”

She takes me so well despite gripping my knees as if that’ll make me back off. I’m impressed. The more she fights, the more turned on I get, and with each stroke, her nails dig into my knees. “Yes, that’s it. Bring out those fucking claws. Hurt me like I hurt you.”

When I pull out of her, I spit on her face and spread it all over, then dip it into her mouth, swiveling around her tongue. “Lick. Show me what you can do with that filthy tongue of yours.”

She does what I say, but the defiance never leaves her dark, hate-filled eyes, and the longer I stare at them, the more I’m beginning to realize I found the perfect prey for my crazy needs.

She won’t give up, even when I tell her to. She’s not afraid to fight back, even if it hurts. And she won’t beg me until I make her.

“Yes… this is it. This is what I need.You.”

I get up from the couch, grab her face, and thrust back in again, face fucking her until her saliva coats my shaft and her moansreverberate through the room. Her gagging sounds make my balls tighten, and I roar out loud as my cum coats the back of her throat and then some.

When I pull out, she coughs and falls to her hands and knees, cum and saliva dripping out onto the floor.

“Finally …” she murmurs.

“Finally, what?” I grab her hair and make her look at me, the grin on my face growing wider the bigger her eyes get. “You thought I was finished?”

I walk behind her and force her back down as I come to my knees, pulling her off the knife. She gasps when I stuff two fingers inside her, feeling her up. “You’re so goddamn wet.”

I tear the knife out of the floor and take a whiff before I bring the handle to her mouth and say, “Bite on this.”

“Wha—”

I stuff it between her lips so she can’t say another word.

“Clean it,” I growl. “Taste your own excitement for me so you remember why you asked for this. You begged me to take your body in exchange for your crime. Did you expect to enjoy it so much, little thief?”

She frowns, almost ready to spit out the knife.

“Now bend over, and don’t drop the fucking knife while I fuck this pussy.”

Ivy

How dare he?How dare he remind me of my own damn wetness for him?

I want to swear, scream, shout, yell at him, but all my tongue lets out is a strangled moan as he rips into me. He’s so deep inside my body I feel untethered from gravity itself.

“Yes, that’s it, take me deep like the fucking slut you are for me,” he groans as his shaft pulses inside me, still as hard as when he was inside my mouth.

Shit. I can’t believe he can go another round. Does this guy ever have enough?

He grips my hair, twisting it into a knot as he rides me, forcing me into him over and over again. “This pussy was begging for my cock, wasn’t it? You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“I hate you,” I hiss, not knowing what else to say to let him know I would’ve never, ever, given any of this to him if it wasn’t for that goddamn debt.

“Yes, give me all your hatred, slut. It only makes me want to ruin you more,” he growls, pounding me raw.

His dick is so goddamn big, and each piercing rolls against my insides with each thrust, causing unimaginable pleasure to ripple through my body.

“I’m not your fucking slut!” I growl back through clenched teeth, which still hold the knife.

“You’re mine, and as long as you owe me this debt, twig, I’ll call you whatever name will make me want to coat you with cum. Now take it like a good girl, and maybe I’ll finally be satisfied after I’ve filled this pussy to the brim too.”

He shoves my head down into the puddle of cum on the floor and grips my thighs, pulling me closer to him with every thrust. “And you’ll beg me to do it.”

“The hell I will,” I growl back with clenched teeth.




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