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Hunter wasn't the typical bad boy and Ginny remembered far too well who he was. He was the kind of guy who would use up and spit out a perfectly fine woman once he had the one thing that he wanted.
Sex.
Ginny wasn’t focused on men anymore, she hit rock-bottom and was rebuilding her life from the last loser who broke her heart. Hunt was that last person she needed to reenter her life.
But who could resist the chiseled and charming seductor who was always on the hunt for his next prey?
Find out in this heart-breaking, yet heart-warming story, where two old friends turned enemies attempt to find the one thing people want in life. Is life just a game of the hunter and the prey or does true love actually exist?
*Hunted contains graphic language, sexual situations, and adult content. It is intended for mature readers only *
HUNT
Women loved me… no let me rephrase that. They worshiped me, like I was their own personal sex god. The man that could send them to a place of euphoria, but could condemn them within the same hour. During our time together, they were my whole world. They got one hundred percent of my attention. However, when we were done… we were done. One of my main rules was to never sleep with the same chick more than once. It’s proved to be a good way of life so far and I had no plans to change anything. No one was weighing me down. No expectations. I didn’t have to ask permission, I did what I wanted when I wanted and evenwhoI wanted.
It’s not that I didn’t like women. I loved women. All women interested me; all shapes, sizes, and colors. As long as they moaned my name loud enough to get me off, I was one happy man.
Sitting on the boardwalk benches was the perfect way to meet the ladies. Each of them walked by me, swaying their hips like runway models. I enjoyed the display of tourists in tiny shreds of fabric, looking for a romantic vacation fling to boast about to their friends back home.
“Hey sexy,” a girl with a perky pair of tits whispered to me, her hooded eyes filled with arousal. I winked as I stared at her plump chest and was sure I watched her nipples harden beneath the paper-thin fabric. But when she turned around, I was fairly certain that I could get off from the view of her ass. Doggy style was on my mind.
Her skinny jeans hugged her curvy backside and each tear in the denim that shredded her pants gave me a peek at her milky white skin beneath. The leather chaps she wore gave me a semi-hard cock and I had to adjust myself to prevent embarrassment. I was not a five-second screw. I graduated from amateur status years ago. I was a connoisseur of the female body. I had studied my subject well. I had practiced. I had mastered many conquests and this one appeared to be right up my alley. This one would be readily available for my enjoyment.
She gave me a naughty look, so I moved closer to her. The space between us was dwindling as I soon towered over her tiny frame. I leaned toward her, a visible shiver ran up her spine. She peered up at me like an obedient little conquest. Girls like this seemed to enjoy when you took control, at least in the bedroom, something about being dominant turned them to putty in my hands. It might sound arrogant to think this way, but it kept my dick wet and that was good enough for me.
I inhaled her scent. She smelled like lilac and fuel like she must’ve just gassed up her car. She had a rough look about her like she had to fight a lot of battles in her life, but her feminine nature exuded from her pores. I felt the pheromones radiating from her, drawing me closer to her.
“What’s your name?” I whispered against her cheek, even though I wouldn’t remember it in five seconds. Her scent filled my nose and her breathing increased, pumping out her chest.
She answered brightly, “Ciana.”
“Well, what do you say; we go to my place?” I suggested inches from her ear allowing my warm breath to caress her skin. I peaked my tongue out to have a small taste when a subtle whimper left the back of her throat.
Straight and to the point was how I ran my game. A smirk grew across her face. A blush crept up her neck and I could almost feel the warmth radiating off her skin. I knew what I wanted, and she liked it. Some would say I was the woman whisperer. I knew exactly what they wanted, and that was to be pleasured and adored. I strived to give them the best time they've ever had. My place had all the gadgets – toys – available to make this girl scream for more.
“Well pretty boy,” she paused while tugging on my button-down, before pulling me closer to her and purring the rest into my ear, “I just have one question. Can you handle me?”
Well hell, I wasn’t expecting that from her, but I liked it. Maybe it was time that I took a little walk on the wild side, “Well Kitten, just show me the way.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as we walked towards my place. I hoped for silence, no need to get to know each other, but she tried a few times. The most popular question they asked was, “What's your name?” Although, I only disclosed my nickname, Hunt. I made it extremely clear that this was a one-time-only fuck then sent them blissfully sated, on their way out my door.
We reached my front door. I searched my pockets to pull out my key to unlock it. She pawed me while I jiggled the handle to free the door. I waited for her to enter like a gentleman, but the truth was that I wanted to take another good look at her ass. With every movement, her jeans creased in all the right places, I stood there, amazed at God’s handiwork, when she turned around and observed my eyes glued to her backside. A wicked gleaming smile with a naughty come hither look welcomed me into her space.
All I could think of was bending her over my couch and viewing that plump ass cushioning my hips with every thrust I gave her.
She walked next to my couch and without hesitation, I bent her over and lowered her jeans with such a strong force, it made her gasp. I gently rubbed her ass, admiring the beauty of it, before I slammed my hand against her left cheek, which left my handprint in pink on her pale skin, and that made my cock twitch a beat. A groan left her throat. Her head tilted back causing her voice to echo through my place. The acoustics in here were amazing. It was like a symphony of sex.
