Page 53 of His to Hunt

“Everything,” I say firmly. “I deserve everything.”

“You learned the rules of the game quicker than I expected,” he praises, patting my ass.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” I say, pushing myself up.

His hand stays firm on my back for one more breath, then eases. He lets me choose what to do next, and there’s only one thing I want to do.

I turn and kiss him, straddling his waist. Enough games. If I deserve everything, then I want it, and right now, I need his cock throbbing inside me, instead of rubbing against my hip. I’m so wet it’s glistening between my thighs, and I claw frantically at his boxers while our lips sear together.

He finally shoves his boxers down enough for his thick cock to fall over the top and I’m on it immediately, guiding it into my pussy. I feel the marvelous stretch first, and gasp into his mouth. He just kisses me harder, then pulls me down with his powerful hands grasping my hips so he can go deeper.

If this is the get-to-know-me stage, then I should be terrified of the frenzy. But I’m getting less fearful. Everything that’s happening too fast is settling into place. I’m not sure if that’s from getting to process it in a warm bath or if the mating bond is still turning common sense into mush in my head. I don’t think I care.

“Oh fuuuuck,” I groan, feeling him deep inside me as our bodies come together.

“I wondered which you would ride first,” he growls, positioning me and bouncing me on his length before I start moving again on my own.

“Since I haven’t seen your wolf, this is the only thing I get to ride,” I mewl, hardly able to believe I’m the one who said it.

“You will, but until then, you can ride this all you want,” he grunts, his hands settling on my hot ass cheeks.

“Good, because the mating bond just… made me… Oh god!” I shake as I climax on his cock, surprised by how quickly it happens.

“Made you come on my cock like a good girl?” he croons.

“Yeah, that,” I whimper, moving my hips faster as I feel the orgasm rushing through my body. It peaks and I gasp, then start riding him harder.

Is this what I deserve? The biggest dick I’ve ever seen, throbbing inside me, while lying in a huge bed in a luxurious penthouse, with a brand-new wardrobe, and underwear I haven’t even tried on yet? I was supposed to model it for him, and I didn’t even see the rest of the penthouse before I dove into the bathtub. Something tells me he doesn’t want me in underwear right now, though.

“Love needs somewhere to go, Taryn,” he speaks as he continues fucking me, meeting my movements with rolls of his hips that make his cock hit my g-spot. “It has to be given and received, otherwise it’s only one-sided.”

“I know that,” I groan, dangerously close to another orgasm.

“Yes, but if you believe that all you deserve is a filthy basement, old clothes, and a shitty job, then how can you ever believe you deserve the kind of love that I would give you?” he growls.

“Fuck,” I mumble, coming hard, my spine shuddering as I try to keep up my momentum.

“And I don’t want to be loved by a woman who doesn’t believe she deserves what I give her in return,” he snarls, hammering his length into me.

“Oh god, oh god!” I cry out, collapsing against him as the orgasms come like continuous beats of a drum through my core.

He holds me with one arm, still forcing his length into my body while I come. His other hand grabs my hair, turns my head, and pulls my ear to his lips.

“You should be cherished, protected, spoiled, and claimed every fucking time your pussy is this wet,” he snarls aggressively, slamming his dick into me while I continue to come. “Say it. Scream it!”

“I deserve to be cherished!” I scream as another orgasm ripples through my core. “I deserve to be protected!”

Do I believe it? Right now, I do. I believe everything I’m screaming because my reward is another hard throb of his cock and an orgasm that drenches my pussy.

“I deserve to be spoiled,” I mewl, still pressed close to him, climaxing helplessly on his beautiful, massive dick.

“And?” he asks, tightening his grip on my hair and fucking me with reckless abandon.

I don’t want to say it, but I believe it. Another orgasm rocks my core, and I have no choice but to obey. “I deserve to be claimed when my pussy is this wet,” I breathe out. “Oh fuck!”

“Good girl,” he praises warmly, his words washing over me while the orgasm rages.

Victor keeps driving his length into my spasming pussy. I’m boneless and overwhelmed by pleasure, bouncing on his length every time his hips rise to meet mine. I try to move, but I’m too spent. Or at least that’s what I think until I feel him throbbing desperately inside me. His needy cock stirs me back to life, and I feel another orgasm building.