Page 181 of Hunger


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“You do, huh?” he groans, removing his hand. “Then beg me, Indigo.”

“What?”

“Don’t make me fucking well repeat myself. Beg me.”

“You’re insufferable,” I moan, desperate to relive what I thought was an urban myth—that a man, no vibrating dildo in hand, can turn you on so much and press in just the right places that he can make you come.

“Indeed. Now beg.”

“Please… Please make me come…”

He puts his fingers back onto my clit, beginning to fuck me harder, sliding three fingers left to right and back.

“Louder,” he barks as I moan, allowing me to exhale deeply in pleasure.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me.”

“Whose fat cock gets to pleasure itself with your holes from now on?”

“Yours,” I whimper as he drives in deep with a bestial grunt.

His lips scrape against the shell of my ear which he breathes into roughly. “And whose property is the pretty little pussy that I’m currently fucking?”

“Mine,” I respond, causing him to chuckle darkly.

He lifts his fingers from my clit. “You don’t get to come until you acknowledge who you belong to, Indigo.”

“That’s grotesque,” I moan and I feel his lips widen into a smile against my cheek.

“Nonetheless… I’ll ask you again… Who. Does. This. Pussy. Belong. To?”

“Make me come and I may reconsider my answer,” I taunt.

“Fuck, I’m going to enjoy training you, Indigo. And I’m going to pay particular attention to taming that smart little mouth of yours.”

I can’t help but moan breathily as he conjures up the image of his cock fucking my throat, an image I've been unable to get out of my mind since… practically the first day I met him, frankly, when he chewed me out for my bike-riding skills, or lack thereof.

“Now, answer again.”

“I… I guess I could share,” I concede, a cheeky smile escaping me that I know he can see as he glares down at my profile.

“Not good enough.” His fingers ease into my clit again, pinching and brushing them, until I jerk my body in agony as he deprives me of an orgasm that is so close.

He lets go.

“This is torture,” I groan.

“Good. It’s what you’ll get until you answer satisfactorily.”

He fucks me while purposefully drawing a circle around my clit, edging me closer… and closer.

“Please,” I beg.

“Whose is this greedy little cunt?” he repeats.

“Mine.”

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