Page 88 of The Hunted

He ripped her dress further. Arelle pushed up to her tiptoes to bare her ass even more. He couldn’t get his trousers pulled down fast enough when she widened her legs and looked over her shoulder at him. Already harder than rock, his cock ached in his palm when he stroked the head along the wet heat of her slit.

He wasn’t expecting her to reach back to grab his cock from him, though. She slid him into her pussy herself, hugging him tight and making him grunt when he settled a little deeper. And then just as fast, she pushed him out, still keeping her hand tight to his base as her thighs closed around him. Only then did she let him go. The soft skin of his cock rubbed against her wet pussy and warm thighs. It wasn’t the same pleasure as fucking her, but it still made him feel like his balls were about to empty faster than he could control them. With her ass pushing into him, all those soft sounds she made and the slickness of her fluids coating him … fuck, it was just enough to make him crazy.

“Come like this.”

With every flex of his hips, the head of his cock slipped over her hand, which was now working fast circles into her clit. When she started shaking and those sounds of hers came louder, he lost what semblance of control he’d maintained.

The sticky heat of his cum coated her fingertips and thighs, and his dick only stopped jerking with spurts as he pushed her stomach flat against the rocks. She widened her thighs, and he buried himself as deep as he could get into her clenching cunt.

“Yes,” he groaned, “now you give it to me.”

Somehow, she’d managed to hold onto that orgasm until he was inside her. He got to feel every muscle of hers work and flex around his cock as he stretched her open and filled her again and again.

“Eryx, Eryx … Eryx.”

That chant of hers echoed in his mind.

He kept fucking her even when he felt the spasms of her orgasm bleed away. She started chasing the high all over again by backing into his fast thrusts.

Eryx couldn’t get enough.

Not of the sight of her.

The feel of her.

The flavor of the skin on the back of her neck, dampened with rain and heated with their fucking when he leaned down for a taste. All of it was like the best drink to have ever slid down his throat. Even if it would kill him, he planned to swallow every single drop.

“You’re going to make me come again,” he told her, his teeth grazing against the top of her ear, “and then you’re going to get on your knees and lick me until I’m clean, Arelle. Do you hear me?”

She answered him back with a moan, but he felt the nod of her head that accompanied it, too.

That worked for him.

He fucked her until she screamed again.

She was all too pleased to do exactly what he demanded of her, dropping to her knees to clean his cock of their mingled cum while his hand threaded into the tangled strands of her hair. Under the wetness of the rain, it somehow shone a brighter red.

But even when she was finished, she stayed on her knees. He kept watching her. The sight of her down there, submissive after all her defiance, was not at all how he’d thought this evening would end.

Once again, she surprised him.

A million questions raced through his mind.

Only one felt appropriate.

“Why?”

Arelle replied simply, “You don’t know what I’ve done.”

She’d said that earlier, too. He didn’t think she would explain what she meant, even if he asked.

“You will learn,” he told her.

“Will I—or will you?”

Just like that, he decided she absolutely would learn. He’d enjoy teaching her, too.

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