Page 88 of Boys Who Hunt
And I come to a stand right as the cum bursts from my tip… all over her dainty little fucking body. I keep going, rubbing it all out until her entire body and even her face are covered in my spunk.
When the rush finally subsides, I release my dick and step back, watching the cum drip down her lips and onto the floor. A dirty smirk spreads on my face. What a wicked fucking sight to behold.
This … this orgasm might’ve been the first I’ve given to her.
But it will definitely not be the last.
And I can’t fucking wait to be back.
Max
In my dreams,Ivy is still riding me, licking my lips with that tantalizing tongue of hers, but as I open my mouth to moan, the sound refuses to come out. And with every thrust, her fingers squeeze tighter and tighter and tighter.
I can’t breathe.
But these nails aren’t sharp, and these fingers aren’t gentle. At all.
My eyes burst open as I suck in a breath that refuses to enter my lungs. Because two strong, calloused hands have wrapped themselves around my throat, a devilish grin all I see as the blur between dreams and reality fades.
“Is this what you like, huh? Do you want it rough, Max?”
Heath?
His hair falls over my face as he looks me dead in the eyes while I lie in my bed, utterly confused at what’s happening.
“You want to be smothered? Left breathless?” he whispers. “Used like a toy?”
My pupils dilate, and my lips part, but no sound comes out.
He knows.
“Yes, I fucking know exactly what you did last night,” he says, leaning in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “Who you were with.”
I shake my head, willing my cock to go down before he sees.
“It’s too late to deny it, Max.” He lowers his gaze. “I watched you fuck that little thief.”
What?!
He watched me?
How?
“I—I…”
His eyes narrow. “You’re sorry?”
“Please,” I squeak.
Finally, his fingers pry away from my neck, and my lungs suck in the oxygen. I try to throw the blanket off me, my dick still hard as a rock just from that dream … and from his fingers, but he swiftly sits down on top of me and slams my wrists down on my pillow.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls. “Not until you fucking tell me exactly what you’ve been doing.”
“I did what you told me to,” I say. “You wanted me to seduce—”
“I didn’t tell you to go to her apartment and fuck her in the middle of the night without us,” he seethes. “Youknewwhere she lived and you didn’t tell me.”
I suck in a breath, trying to focus while he’s so up close and personal. And angry.