He responds with a toe-curling growl. One of his massive hands slides into my hair and grips it tight, while the other delves to that throbbing place between my thighs. His fingers are so thick, I can’t tell how many he slides expertly up inside me, but when he finds a sensitive spot on the inner wall of my pussy and starts to stroke it, I can’t suppress my scream of delight.
Each thrust of his fingers is making me gush anew, and I’m lying in a puddle—I can feel it coating my buttocks. When he slides his soaked fingers up to my clit and begins to rub it wetly, I go rigid in his arms. The first tingles of an approaching orgasm have already started, and I feel like it will be so intense, I’m almost frightened of experiencing it.
I’m vaguely aware that he’s growling again. My arms prickle with goosebumps, but I’m not cold. Nothing exists but this hunter, and what he’s doing to me. As he kisses me, his tongue is mirroring his fingertips, sweeping up and down, from left to right, circling with expert precision, every stroke stoking the flames of need in me until I’m trembling with it.
I’m on the edge. So, so close.
“Please,” I beg, but the word is muffled by his mouth on mine.
His hand in my hair tightens, tugging harder right at the base of my skull, and the sudden sting tips me over.
I come, screaming, my entire sex rippling with the force of my orgasm.
I’m still coming when he lets go of my hair and darts down my body, sealing his hot mouth over my clit.
“Holy fuck!” I’m threshing and wailing, gripping the furs beneath me, and my screams go up a notch when he resumes finger-fucking me even as he’s licking and sucking my pounding bud.
He forces me through so many orgasms, I lose count, with one blending into the next, blending into the next, until I’m incoherent, and too shattered to move.
Something warm and wet splashes on my face, and I open my eyes. The hunter’s big hand is hovering over my face. The liquid is dripping from his fingertips, over my lips and chin. This is my juice—the result of all the orgasms he wrung from me. It’s so depraved, yet so hot, and I open my mouth, tasting myself and something else: him. He came in me before, I remember. This is the sum of us.
I accept it greedily, surrendering to the pleasure.
When the broad tip of his impossibly huge dick spears my slick, aching sex, I groan for more. He’s lifted my legs again but my thighs are together, my knees bent and pressed up towards my face.
With a deep rumble that goes straight through me, he forces himself all the way, deep up inside me. This position raises my hips and ass, but with my legs together, my pussy is even tighter than before, and holy fuck, do I feel every inch of him stretching me…
I want more. I writhe beneath him, pinned by his brute strength, helpless in the face of my body’s reaction to him.
He fucks me slowly at first, pressing my closed thighs to my chest with his thickly muscled forearm, giving me no choice but to accept his cock.
I can feel my pussy trying to clench but I’m stretched so taut around him, I can’t even do that—the mere thought of which is enough to push me to the edge again.
He increases the pace of his thrusts, going faster and faster until I see stars, and then he reaches down and drags his thumb over my hopelessly exposed, swollen clit.
I come with a scream—there are noises coming from me that don’t sound human. They’re raw. Primal. Desperate. They echo off the walls, providing a perfect foil for the rhythmic, wet pumping of that massive cock in and out of me, and the reverberating growl that makes the hunter’s great chest rumble incessantly.
There’s a searing pain in my sex and it feels like his cock’s gotten even thicker, even though that can’t be possible. This happened the last time he fucked me, too, I remember dimly.
And although the ache is sharp enough to take my breath away, I’m gushing again—or trying to. I’m so full, my pussy can barely even contract.
The hunter feels it too. He lets out a roar which makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and yanks his cock out of me with a rough tug.
I squeal at the pain, and the sudden feeling of emptiness. More hot splashes land on my bare skin—he’s coming, thick ropes of cum spattering my face, my breasts, my pussy. Fuck, there’s a lot of it… spurt after spurt… and for some reason, I’m so turned on by it.
I want to taste it so I do, bringing some up to my lips, licking it, closing my eyes. This is the hottest, filthiest dream I’ve ever had.
He’s still holding me in that position; I can picture the round target my ass and pussy present for him, and now he’s smearing his cum over my clit with rapid, precise strokes—the same cum I’m tasting right now—and it feels so good that, even though I didn’t think it possible, he forces me to orgasm again.
The waves of pleasure crashing over me are so intense, everything goes dark…
SIX
Haley
When I openmy eyes again, the hunter is beside me, holding me tight. I feel warm. Weirdly safe. Like I belong here.
Which is nuts.
