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My hips jerk, my cock demanding I seat myself fully inside her pink slit. But not yet. Right now, I have to taste it.
I bury my face there as she moans and grasps my hair. Both my hands are under her ass, and I push her up and toward me until I can’t breathe, until I’m smothered in her juices, her slit pressed to my mouth as my tongue delves inside.
Groaning, I eat her pussy, lapping up every bit of her arousal as I lick and suck her tender flesh. The hole in her leggings grows as I reach up with one hand and rip them open even more.
Her moans fuel me onward, and I devour her. When I sample her clit, her thighs shake, and when I stroke it with my tongue over and over, her hips move erratically, her breath freezing.
When she moans my name and her hips lock, I plunge a finger inside her. Her cunt squeezes around me as I lick her with the broad side of my tongue. Her orgasm lasts, and I press in and out of her slickness, feeling her as I continue licking her innocence away stroke by stroke.
When she stops shaking and can breathe again, I kiss her cunt long and slow, then lower her to the ground.
She stands on shaky legs, but I hold her steady, then lean down and share her perfect taste with her.
Her arms wrap around my neck.
Then I hear a twig crack.
Whirling, I push her behind me and grab my rifle.
12
MARGARET
“Do you think it makes me a bad person that I feel worse about the deer dying than the men Jacob killed?” I ask Bernie, who purrs loudly as he sits on my lap and enjoys the attention I’m giving him. He’s been there since we got back to the cabin. Jacob is still outside handling the deer. I know I said I wanted to help earlier, but there’s only so much I could watch.
“The innocent deer didn't do anything. Those men that were trying to kill you deserved to die,” Jacob says as he enters the cabin and lets me know he overheard my private conversation with Bernie.
I look up to see his shirt is now gone. I forget everything else as I stare at his naked broad chest. I lick my lips, suddenly hungry for something besides food. I watch him as he goes over to the kitchen and sets something in the sink.
“Ouch.” I’m snapped out of my lust-filled haze when Bernie lightly nips my hand. I look down at him as his little head butts up against my hand. “I got a little distracted. Sorry.” I begin stroking him again, but now my focus is on Jacob’s muscular back.
He’s strong. So strong. I mean, he lifted me up and tree and--I make a subconscious “mm” sound. Jacob freezes and cocks his ear toward me.
I clear my throat and try to recover. “But we still killed it,” I point out. “The deer, I mean.” I get it. The circle of life and all. I was merely wondering about my own reaction. I think he’s right, though. Those men had come to kill me. Who knows how many others they’ve killed? Actually, I kind of have an idea based on the list I saw by accident.
“Yes, I will kill anything to keep you safe.” He finally turns all the way to look at me. “To make sure that I can feed and provide for you.”
Aww. How can I feel bad about the deer now that he went and made its murder all sweet? Bernie lets out a meow. I give him a look that saysgive me a breakbefore I go back to petting him. How does he expect me to concentrate?
“They’ve killed others. That list I saw? Yeah, full of people they killed.” I shrug. “Who cares if they die if they care so little about other people's lives, right?”
Jacob’s gaze holds mine for a moment before he goes back to preparing whatever deer meat he’s brought inside. A long silence hangs in the air. It feels different than the others, so I break it.
“Is there anything I can do?” That doesn't involve me hacking into things.
“I can cook for you.” He turns the water on in the sink. My eyes keep roaming his body. I lick my lips, wondering what the rest of him looks like without clothes on. I’m hoping I find out tonight.
“But maybe I want to help.” I give Bernie a kiss on his head before lifting him off my lap to stand up.
“If that’s what you want to do.”
I want to tell him I’d rather we eat each other and forget about food, but I’m not so sure he’d be down for that. But it’s his fault I’m greedy for his mouth now. With the way he’s been handling the deer, I know he’s not going to be agreeable to anything until he gets some real food inside me.
“Stay put. I’ll go grab a few things.” He heads back outside. I don’t follow. I’ve seen him kill, but I’m getting the feeling that he doesn’t want me to see him butcher the deer. It isn’t on the top of my list of things to see, either. So when he ushered me inside, I didn’t complain.
He’s back a few minutes later with a few more ingredients.
I walk over to him and put my hand on his arm. “Can I have a kiss?” There is still something hanging in the air between us.
