Page 83 of Boys Who Hunt
“What, why?” I ask, but before I can answer, she’s already pushed that beautiful pussy down on my cock, and my God, it feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven itself.
Fuck me, she fits so perfectly around me, it’s insane.
“Now I see what you mean with talk less, fuck more,” I say.
She smiles and thrusts down onto my lap, making me groan out loud. “You’re here for sex, aren’t you? Then fuck me.”
But that’s just it. I’m not only interested in her because of the sex.
I want more, so much more, but would she ever give it to me? Do I need to beg?
“Please,” I whimper.
She brings my fingers back to her slit. “You came without my permission. Now keep fucking me for as long as I need it to come too.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply.
She slaps me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Do it again.”
She slaps me again. Harder this time.
“Don’t call me ma’am. My name is Ivy.”
Another slap has me delirious with need, as she bounces around on my lap. “Yes, Ivy. Fuck me.”
My balls are getting ready for a second load, but I force myself to keep it together, even when my fingers are touching the most precious gift a girl like her could ever give to me. She slowly begins to lose herself as I match her rhythm. I spoil her with my fingers, wishing I could lap her up instead, but I’m already consumed by the fact that she lets me do this. That she wantsme.
At least, for now.
Heath
When we’re donewith the body, I drop Silas off at the Skull and Serpent Society house before I make my way back down the mountain road again.
I fish my phone from my pocket and check the tracker.
Funny … Max has been going back and forth to this address this entire night.
The same address he’s been going to on and off.
What could be there?
I hit the gas and race through the streets until I finally reach the address he’s supposedly at. His bike is out front next to a building, but he’s nowhere in sight. I look up at the windows. There’s light coming in from one of them.
Interesting.
I park my car and hop out, checking out the ratchet neighborhood with only worn-down buildings.
Why would Max go here out of all places?
On the right side of the building, there’s a small alley and a bunch of shoddy looking fire escapes leading all the way up to the highest floor. And I can clearly see the light spilling from the side of the window on the second highest room in the building.
I grab the fire escape and hoist myself up, not even breaking a sweat as I head up all consecutive stairs until I reach the right height. I peak through the window to catch a glimpse. And from the corner of my eye, I spot two people inside—a girl with dark-brown hair, wearing only a white tee, straddling a dark-haired guy wearing a hoodie. And I instantly recognize him.
Max.
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