Page 82 of Boys Who Hunt

This woman who fights so hard to keep the simple life she lives while others keep trying to take it away.

I am in awe.

Completely and utterly obsessed.

My free hand drifts to her beautiful body as I can’t control myself any longer. My fingers slide along her neckline, her pretty bones, her soft belly, and those perfect breasts that fit into the palm of my hand.

“God, I adore you. You’re too perfect, too—”

She slams her hand in front of my mouth. “Enough talking. More fucking.”

Fucking?

Oh God, yes.

She rolls her hips around so wildly I whimper into her mouth. It’s too much. Too much to feel her wetness on my fingers, to have those gorgeous tits up in my face, to have her squeeze the life out of me just for her enjoyment.

I can’t hold it.

I moan loudly as my dick begins to throb … inside my pants.

Warm juices roll down my thighs, filling my pants.

Oh God.

She furrows her brows and leans away, her eyes slowly traveling down my body while I pant. “Did you just …?”

She tugs at my zipper.

I gasp. “Wait—”

Too late as my hard-on already bounces out of the underwear she just ripped down, still erect and spurting cum everywhere.

I moan as her fingers touch the tip, and she giggles. “You came just from touchingme?”

“I’m sorry.” She gets off my lap. “I can’t help it.” She kneels. “You’re just too sexy, and I’m—”

My words turn into a loud moan as my entire length disappears into her mouth. “Fuuuck.”

She licks my shaft, spreading around all my juices, lapping them up like she enjoys the taste, and fuck me, I’m so goddamn turnedon. My dick refuses to go down as she keeps licking me. Her tongue feels divine.

“Go on, moan for me then,” she says, taking me deep.

I can’t help but let the groan spill out of my mouth. She’s just that good.

But the arrogant grin on her face really seals the deal.

Fuck.

“You like this, don’t you?” I ask. “Making guys want you.” Her tongue really distracts me. “What else do you like?”

“I like making guys moan instead of talk,” she jests, circling her tongue around the tip before sucking me off.

“Fuck, that’ll do it,” I say.

She’s avoiding answering my questions, but why? Does she still not trust me?

Suddenly, she gets up and straddles me. “You think you can keep up with me?”