Page 129 of Hunt the Villain


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“Like it?” He moans deep in his throat. “I’m barely holding on to my sanity here, Yuli.”

He picks up his pace again, scissoring his fingers in me, working and stretching me so good.

My heart thunders in my ears with every thrust, every choked breath he releases.

Fuck, I never would have thought being finger-fucked would elicit chills down my spine. My toes curl, a shudder rushing through my bloodstream.

“You’re taking my fingers so well.” He drops a soft, trembling kiss to my bicep, hugging me close. “Can’t wait to have my cock inside you, Volchonok. I think I’ll come at the thought.”

“Do it,” I breathe out.

“Not yet. I need to prep you properly?—”

“Just do it.” I push back and meet his gaze as I guide his cock between my legs. “Fuck me, Vaughn. Ruin me.”

He bites the corner of his lip, sucking it inside. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

God, he’s so goddamn adorable.

“I can take you,” I croon. “Come on, you won’t break me, I promise.”

He pulls out his fingers, and I align his weeping cock with my hole.

“If it gets to be too much, tell me?—”

“Shut up and fuck me, baby.” I wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into his ass cheeks.

He kisses one of my arms that is wrapped around his neck as he gives a shallow shove of his hips.

My breath stutters as the burn registers. It’s my first time being fucked and Vaughn is ridiculously huge, so it hurts like a mother, despite the lube and everything.

I breathe through it, the air scattered and chopped off.

Vaughn stops, propping himself up with his arms, the veins in his temples bulging and glistening with sweat. And I realize he’s holding back, because he’s also blowing air through his nose.

“You okay?” he heaves, the cords of his muscles stretching taut beneath his skin. Because he’s struggling to remain still, I realize.

Because he doesn’t want to hurt me.

Fuck, I think I’m melting.

“Yeah,” I breathe out.

“You sure?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

“Oh, thank fuck. I think I’ll die if you ask me to stop.” He kisses my arm a few times, the touch reverent. “You’re so fucking tight and warm and…perfect. Your fuckhole feels so fucking good.”

“How good?”

He gives another shove of his hips, feeding me a few more inches, stretching me so painfully well. “Like the best fucking place I’ve ever been.”

“Really?”

“Mmm.”

“I love the feel of your cock stretching me, baby.”