Page 35 of Prey

“That’s it.” His voice drops to a growl. “Show me how much you need it. Show me what a needy little thing you are.”

The friction of his cock sliding over my clit feels so fucking good, but it’s not enough. I need more. Need him inside me more than anything I’ve ever experienced and that defies logic.

“Please,” I gasp, my hands moving to his face, fingers brushing the edge of his mask. “Let me see you.”

He catches my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. “No.”

“I don’t even know what you look like.” The words come out breathy, desperate. “How can I want someone this badly when I’ve never seen their face?”

“You can feel my cock.” He grinds harder, making me whimper. “That’s all you get.”

My hips buck up, seeking more friction. “What about when we fuck? When you finally put that thick cock inside me?” I meet his eyes, letting him see how much I mean the next words. “I want to kiss you.”

His whole body goes rigid. The hand holding my wrists tightens.

“I don’t kiss.” The words come out almost pained.

But at the same time, I feel his cock twitch against me, a hot spurt of precum painting my clit. He groans, the sound raw behind the mask.

I look down between us, watching his thick length rubbing my swollen flesh. The sight makes me moan, long and desperate. The metal piercing glints with our combined wetness, dragging perfectly with each slide.

“Fuck, look at you.” His free hand grips my hip, angling me for better friction. “Such a greedy little thing. You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

“Tell me.” I’m beyond games now, beyond seduction tactics. I’ve never wanted anyone like this—never felt this consuming need that borders on madness.

“Want to breed this sweet pussy.” The words pour out of him like a confession. “Want to fuck you raw, pump you so full of cum it drips down your thighs. Want to keep you stuffed with my cock until your belly grows round with my seed.”

The words should terrify me. Instead, my pussy clenches on nothing, a fresh wave of wetness coating his length.

“Jesus,” he hisses, feeling my response. “You like that? Like the thought of me breeding you like an animal?”

It’s insane. Fucking insane. But my body doesn’t care about sanity anymore.

“Yes,” I gasp. “God help me, yes.”

His grip on my wrists turns bruising. “Fuck.” The curse comes out broken, desperate. “Gonna paint this pretty cunt with my cum. Cover your clit until you’re dripping with it.”

His hips lose their controlled rhythm, thrusts becoming wild and erratic as he slides his cock through my folds. The piercing catches on my clit with each pass, sending lightning through my nerves.

“Come with me.” It’s not a request—it’s a command that vibrates through his chest. “I want to feel you fall apart while I mark you.”

The combination of his words, the relentless friction, and the need in his voice pushes me over the edge. My orgasm bursts through me like a tidal wave, back arching off the cot as I cry out.

“That’s it, fuck—” His whole body goes rigid above me. Hot spurts of cum paint my pussy, coating my clit and dripping down to pool beneath me. He groans through his release, hips jerking with each pulse.

For a moment, we’re frozen there with him braced above me, both of us panting, his cum cooling on my skin. I can feel his heart hammering through his tactical vest.

Then, like always, he pulls back. That wall slams down between us so fast it gives me whiplash. He tucks himself away, not meeting my eyes.

“Sleep.” He stands, already moving toward the door. “It’s only four a.m.”

The casual mention of time is the first real marker I’ve had since he took me. Four in the morning. Another piece of the outside world bleeding through.

I watch him walk away, his broad shoulders tense beneath the tactical gear. The door closes with its familiar electronic lock, leaving me alone with his cum drying on my skin and the echo of his broken groans in my ears.

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NIKOLAI