Page 36 of Hunted By Them

“Stop.” She did. “Now, roll on your side,” I ordered in a rough tone. I needed to be inside her.

I pulled the blindfold we’d used out of my pocket and walked around to the side of the bed, licking my lips as I stared at her ass. Bending over, I slipped it over her eyes. Sage sighed, then whimpered.

The desperate sound gripped me in a way that I couldn’t explain. Sliding onto the mattress behind her, I molded my body to hers. My muscled chest pressed up against her back, my cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass. She shifted, murmuring, body stiffening, but didn’t wake.

“Shhh,” I breathed against her ear. “You’re mine, Sweet Daisy. Say it.”

“I’m…yeers,” she mumbled, sleepily. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. Sweet Daisy exhaled, and I felt her relief. It should terrify her that I was in her room. Instead, she pushed back into me. With each movement, she hammered another nail in the coffin that would make her mine permanently.

I gripped her leg, lifting her shirt as I slid my hand up her soft skin.

“Oh…”

“Want me to fuck you, Sweet Daisy? Fill you…have you coming all over me?”

“Yeesss,” she moaned.

I hooked her leg over mine and pushed between her thighs. Her warmth pressed into me, calling me like a fucking siren. My hand smoothed down her stomach, holding her steady.

“You’re so wet, Sweet Daisy…I needed to feel you again,” I whispered as I moved my hips back and forth, teasing her with my cock and soaking myself. “I need to fuck you until you can’t walk across this little apartment without seeing me in every shadow.”

She sighed, head tipping back, mouth parted.

The first pump of my cock into her pussy drew a moan from her throat. She was still half-asleep, but instinct knew this was no longer a dream. My entire body flexed with the feel of my cock spreading her open. I pushed all the way in, and even though I’d just come, I had to fight off the urge to explode again.

“You’re a temptress, Sweet Daisy…a fucking temptress with a hot, sweet pussy…there is something about you. Something that calls to me. I have to have you. Tell me again that you’re mine,” I ordered, as I slowly pulled out and thrust back into her.

“Yours…all yours,” she said, a little more awake, but she didn’t reach for the blindfold. “Oh god…yes.”

Her hips moved now, pushing back into me hard. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging in as I let the carnal desire take over.

“Fuck…yes,” I groaned, my needy cock begging to come despite wanting to make this last as long as I could. I moved faster and harder, pulling cries that made my control fray.

“Come for me, Sweet Daisy, come on the cock that owns every last inch of you,” I demanded. She cried out as she came in a rush, like her body had simply been waiting for the command.

My eyes closed and I reveled in the sounds she made, the way her walls gripped my shaft as she soaked me. I pumped faster and knew that I was close.

“Be my good girl, Sweet Daisy, and come again. Rub that clit of yours and give me what I need.” I bit down on the side of her neck.

My sweet, Sweet Daisy screamed so passionately that I felt it in my soul. Her hand worked furiously, and as soon as I felt her coming again, I let go with a roar. We broke together, crying out into the darkened room.

Sage gave and gave, and I filled her. I marked her and ruined her all over again in her bed, in her supposed sanctuary.

“Fuck you feel so good. I could go all night.”

“Fuck me again. I need you,” she cried out, and that was all I needed to hear.

Using my body, we rolled so she was on her stomach, legs spread wide as I drove my cock home again and again. The only thing I craved more than fucking her was getting her pregnant.

I wanted it so bad, I’d dreamed of her heavy with our child. She sat on me, riding me, taking what she wanted with a swollen belly. In my dreams, she craved to be bred even though she was already pregnant.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled, coming again to the fantasy and the reality at the same time.

Each round, I breathed darker words into her ear…promises of how I’d never let her be free of me, of how her body and mind belonged to me. Every dream she had from now on would end with my name, even if she never spoke it aloud.

By the time my cock finally stilled, and I needed to rest, Sweet Daisy lay boneless under me, sweat slicking her skin, hair damp, and our fingers entwined. I didn’t pull out but stayed inside of her, experiencing every aftershock and flutter of her pussy.

“You found me,” she whispered, and I nipped her ear.