Page 29 of His to Hunt

“Damn, you’re fucking incredible,” he growls, slamming his length into me with enough fury that I’m sure I’ll have bruises, but I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to ever stop. “Taryn!” he shouts my name desperately.

His movements become erratic and I feel him throbbing against my fluttering walls. A second later, it feels like there’s an explosion in my core that causes me to come so hard my vision goes fuzzy. I scream and keep screaming, his name and my joy and ecstasy I could never have imagined. He growls and grunts, his hard cock pumping and jerking as he fills me with his seed.

“Once wasn’t enough,” he gasps. “I need more. I need you.”

“I need it all,” I gasp, my body still shaking with pleasure. “Give me everything, Victor!”

“I wouldn’t be… a good mate… if I didn’t give my mate… everything she needs,” he is panting and gasping, his cock still for a moment, still twitching with his release. “But I promised I was going to rut you until you screamed, and I meant it.”

“I already screamed your name,” I murmur.

“Not loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear you,” he reprimands playfully, his hand moving away from my throat.

His fingers sink into my hips, and he lifts me off the bed. He bounces me on his still-hard length a few times, then pulls me against him and turns me in his arms so that my back is to his broad chest. I groan from the friction, then groan louder when I feel how deep he is once he positions me on my knees.

“Just look how red your ass is,” he teases, squeezing the stinging flesh. “Are you going to be a good little girl for me now, or am I going to have to do this regularly?”

“I don’t know,” I whine, my pussy squeezing his cock. “I want to be a good girl for you.”

“When you squeeze my dick like that, you’re definitely being a good girl,” he groans, moving inside me. A hand moves away from my hip and slaps my ass.

“Ow! Oh fuck!” I cry out, squeezing him harder as an orgasm takes my breath away.

“Seems this angle might be better for both of us,” he rasps, smacking my ass a few more times making me continue to climax on his length. “But now you’re going to find out how good it is for me.”

Both hands return to my hips, and his grip tightens until I can’t move. He pulls his cock back until my entrance is fluttering around the swollen head, then he drives it as deep as it will go. I fist the blanket and yelp, especially when the next few thrusts are harder.

“Brace yourself, mate,” he warns. “It’s about to get rough.”

It already feels like he’s being rough, but as the speed of his hard thrusts increases, I realize how much he’s been holding back. His hips slap against my ass so hard it feels like I’m getting spanked all over again while he pummels my stretched passage. The pain just blends with pleasure, causing my walls to spasm around his length the entire time, mini-orgasms rippling through my core.

He’s rutting me now like some kind of wild animal. His guttural growls and grunts sound savage. His cock feels thicker, stretching me to the limit of what my body can endure. The pleasure is so incredible it feels like he’s ruining me. Maybe he is. Maybe I’ll never know pleasure again unless my mate is inside me, slamming his cock into my pussy so hard I’d hit the wall behind the bed if he wasn’t holding me tight.

“Feeling your body react to me is the best feeling in the world,” he moans, settling into a rhythm that would be punishing if I wasn’t dangerously close to another orgasm. “My cock has never been this fucking hard and that’s because of you.”

I try to respond, but an orgasm quakes through my body and steals my breath. My words come out jumbled, just a string of needy mewls and whines while he fills me so completely, I can barely breathe. My body seems to love his roughness. Maybe that’s proof we’re made for each other, that something more powerful than magic has brought us together.

“Come for me, mate,” he demands, rag-dolling me on his length. “I want them all. I want you spent and broken beneath me.”

“I don’t want to be broken,” I whimper, another orgasm clenching his dick.

“That’s what you think,” he growls. “I know exactly what you need.”

His hard thrusts keep coming, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them. My body continues responding, orgasming again and again while he ruts me. I’m not spent. Not broken. I’m just savoring every incredible sensation as I come undone on the hard flesh that is claiming me completely.

But the orgasms eventually start to take a toll. It takes longer between them. My pussy begins to get sensitive. The pressure builds differently, like there’s not enough left for it to manifest into a release. But I need it. Even now, while I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, my body is begging for more.

“Please,” I whimper. “Harder…”

“Now you want to beg like a good girl, hmm?” he chuckles, still driving his length into me. “Beg me to break you, Taryn. Beg me to give you everything you need. Let me hear you.”

I still don’t feel like I need to be broken, but I need something. “Please!” I cry out, obediently. “Break me! Give me everything I need, Victor!”

“With pleasure,” he hisses.

His hard cock drives into me with reckless abandon. The thrusts are so hard and fast it feels like he’s everywhere inside me. Moving. Throbbing. Pistoning into my body. Drilling pleasure straight into my soul. The pressure finally builds and the orgasm he rips from me is beyond explosive. My vision goes black then blinding white. But no matter how hard I clamp around him, he keeps hammering his cock into me.

His savage fury dominates and consumes me. The orgasms start chaining together again, and every single one of them feels like an earthquake in my core. After I get destroyed by a dozen of them that come so fast I can’t breathe, I gasp for my next hit of oxygen. I finally catch my breath, only to have it knocked out of me with an orgasm I’m not ready for.