Page 162 of Hunger


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“I like when you’re my little slave girl.”

“You’re such an asshole,” I whisper, the words melting into a moan.

“An asshole whose cock you’re working very competently, Indigo.”

I bite on my smile, realizing the stretch of him is beginning to ache, especially since I haven’t been penetrated since the island.

“Can you come?” I ask, letting my breasts bounce above him as my hair tickles his chest.

“Have you done enough to earn my cum?”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Then, you know what to do.”

As I frown, he adds. “Beg for it.”

I shake my head.

“Beg for my cum. I know you want it.”

“I’m not begging you.”

“I can do this all night if you like,” he retorts sinfully, and frankly, if it wasn’t for the soreness, I’d gladly let him.

As I hesitate, he says, “Come here.”

“What?”

“Lie down onto me.”

I comply, leaning forwards so that my breasts push into his chest and my mouth nestles into the crook between his neck and shoulder. I can’t stop myself from moaning his name, from kissing his skin over and over and over in utter reverence at his body and what he can do to me.

He wraps his arms around me tightly so that I can’t move… only I don’t panic as I did with someone else. I melt into the sensation, trapped and unable to pry myself up, moving by nothing other than the fast and rough impalement of his cock into and out of me.

When he tells me I have to take a little pain, pleasure floods me, as it does when he tells me that next time, my hands will be tied behind my back.

How can I feel this safe when he’s defiling me so viciously?

“No more,” I whisper.

“Then beg for my cum.”

“Please come inside me.”

His hands wind around my back, tightening the cage around me as his cock buries deep inside and he increases the cadence of his thrusts, the movements positively savage. “Do you like when I fill you up?”

“Yes. Please.”

“My naughty girl…”

A second later, he emits the most diabolical of rumbling groans which pummel my chest, keeping his grip on me tight as he pumps his cum deep inside me.

A while later, as he helps to ease me off his frame and his cum pours out of me, he wraps my quilt cover around us, our legs intertwined as he pulls me into him.

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