Chapter 8

Hunter

There she was, standing just inside the doorway of the kitchen waiting for me to take her. I took in the moment for all it was worth. The peace and quiet. Everything was still and would explode into chaos as soon as I wanted it to. I listened to the sound of birds chirping outside, felt the summer heat just hanging there, and looked at the delicious girl before me with the green eyes that were stealing my heart with every passing second.

I could almost smell her scent. She was getting wetter for me by the second, waiting for me to walk over, pick her up, and devour her. She looked innocent, like she didn’t know what was about to happen to her, but mark my words, she was absolutely begging for it. My cock was aching for her, starving for its prey. The thought of grabbing her and sliding into her pussy, it was killing me. Wrapping her hair around my hand, spreading her thighs, and giving her all of me at once, just to see the look of surprise and exhilaration on her face, it was making my heart pound.

Slowly at first, so she could feel every inch of me, and then harder so I could hear her gasp as I went deep inside her, I would dominate her body. I stared at her and made her wait for it. I could feel her trembling from across the room and it made me even harder. It was time to get what we both had been thinking about since the moment we’d set eyes on each other. There was no escape now, not for either of us, and we both knew it.

I took a step toward her. In fear, she moved from her spot in the doorway toward the fridge.

“Well, let me get you that beer while I clean this place up a bit. I don’t know how I always manage to let these dishes pile so high.”

You can run, sweetie, but you can’t hide.

She handed me the beer and tried her best not to look at me. I grabbed the bottle by the neck and twisted the cap off, taking a slow pull as she moved across the room.

You’re nervous, darling, and you absolutely should be. You’re a frightened rabbit, and there’s a wolf in your house.

I didn’t say shit. She wasn’t getting a warning. I watched her turn on the water and shift her weight from leg to beautiful leg as she waited for the sink to fill.

I took one more hit from the beer and put it down on the table next to me, careful not to let it make a sound.

I made my way over to her slowly, quietly, like the predator I was.

“How’s that beer going down? I don’t know how long they’ve been in there. Like I said, I’m not much of a drinker.”

I cut her off in mid sentence, standing right behind her and pushing my body against hers. It was the most exquisite moment of all. The moment she realized she was caught. She was mine. My prey.

She could feel my breath on the top of her head, my rock hard cock pressing against the small of her back. I didn’t say anything, I just let her feel me there. She was breathing deep and I could see her chest moving up and down like her tits were about to pop out of her top. She was scared, or ready to fuck, or both. Most likely both, but I didn’t give a shit. I knew she was what I wanted and at that moment she knew I was going to have her. There was no other way this was going to play out. She was going to get me, and she wanted it as much as I did. It was a fact as real and true as any other in the universe. It could be no other way.

She gripped the edge of the counter with both her hands, slowly pushing herself against me. Maybe she was trying to back me up, but we both knew that was useless. All it did was push my cock harder against her back. She let out a soft breath.

That’s right, darling. Feel what I’m about to give you. Feel it dig into you before you get it. Are you ready? Are you wet for me, baby?

“Hunter,” she started in mild protest, but I cut that short by grabbing her hair with my hand, pulling her head back, and crushing my lips into hers from behind. She didn’t fight, but she didn’t respond. I could practically hear her trying to figure out what was happening to her, and how she was going to get away, but it was no use. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her tight into me. She sighed deeply and slowly opened her mouth to mine, falling into me with her lips. I could feel her trying to turn her body around, but I held her where she was and thrust myself against her, rubbing my hard cock against her delicious ass and up along her back. She was so soft, so small, so defenseless. I needed to be inside her. I kissed her harder and she pushed her lips back on mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth and breathing deeper. I kept one hand twisting her hair, and slid my other down her stomach and over her skirt. I could feel the heat coming off her pussy, and when I put my hand on her, I felt her whole body convulse. She took a short, sharp breath in. I wanted to rip her panties off and take her from behind right there and then, feel myself plunge deep inside her and watch her ass shake as I slammed into her. But I didn’t. I was going to take my time with this one. This was a memory I wanted to store, to last the rest of my life. This was going to be perfect.

I wanted to taste her, to put my tongue on her soaking pussy and see how wet she was for me. I wanted to know her taste, to be able to close my eyes and bring it back to my memory whenever I wanted. I wanted my lips to be against the lips of her pussy, my tongue inside the mouth of her vagina, kissing it as if it was a mouth also, and whatever juice there was, I wanted to swallow. I wanted to own her. I wanted her to be mine, now and forever.

I needed that. I needed to wrap her thighs around my neck and feel her shake for me.

I pulled her head back and broke our lips apart. She looked up at me, stunned, angry and sad at the same time, begging for it not to end. I just stared down at her, licking my lips like an animal about to make a kill. I wet my two middle fingers in my mouth even though I knew she was ready. I wanted to let her know that I was about to go inside her, even if just for a second. I moved my hand from her hair to around her throat, moving her head out of the way so I could watch my other one go up her skirt, under her panties, and over her pussy. She was hot. She was so fucking hot and so fucking wet. I worked my fingers between her thighs leaving a trail of my saliva on them. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, as if there was any point in still resisting.

Open up for me, baby. You know you want to let me in.

I tightened my grip on her neck, ever so gently, just as a reminder of who was in control, and magically, her thighs opened up for me.

Good girl. That’s it. Obey me.

I put my fingers inside her for the first time and gasped. That’s right, it was my turn to gasp. She was so tight around them it shocked me.

Was it possible she was a virgin?

I had no idea, but she certainly wasn’t far off it. My cock almost exploded at the thought. I was going to conquer all of this, fuck her like she’d never been fucked, fill her like she’d never been filled in her entire, sweet, innocent life.

I slid my fingers all the way up into her, until she swallowed them inside her. I gasped again. She was biting my neck.

Naughty girl.

She might be the prey, but she wasn’t giving in without a fight. She had fire in her. It drove me wild.

As I brought my fingers out and then in again, I stopped short just past her opening and curled them away so I pushed on the rough, juicy patch inside her front wall. I pressed down slowly and firmly. She took in a slow, stuttered gasp and went limp in my arms, leaning into where I was pushing.

Baby’s never felt that before, hey? It’s not a myth, sweetheart.

As I pressed down on her special spot, she squirmed in my arms and dug her nails into my neck, unable to escape the pleasure I was giving her. I let it build until she couldn’t take anymore and stopped pressing just before she came. I had her. She was in my complete control and I wasn’t letting her go.

Not yet, darling. I’m not done with you yet.

I pulled my fingers out and grabbed her waist from behind with both hands. She damn near fell over and I hoped I hadn’t finished her off already. She steadied herself against the counter and looked back at me with those beautiful green eyes, almost as if she was taunting me and begging me to finish what I’d started.

I spun her around, grabbed the back of her neck, and forced our lips together again. I slid my hand up her skirt and got a handful of her backside. I squeezed her hard and pulled her into me. She was moaning with every breath and movement I made against her. I couldn’t wait to have my mouth on her pussy. I tore her underwear off with one hand.

Pretty sleek little number for a casual work day, Kelly. Were you waiting for me, baby?

In one fluid motion, I lifted her up onto the sink, almost throwing her in, but caught her and rested her on the edge of the counter. Pulling her hair and taking her face away from mine, I looked deep in her eyes as she stared back. I was breathing heavy and grinding my cock into her bare pussy through my pants. I was going to give it to her soon. Just not yet.

I took a step back so she could steady herself. Then I knelt down in front of her. I was face to face with her pussy. It looked so good, so pure. I ran my mouth along her inner thigh with my tongue and breath, leading the way to where she hoped I would go. Using a little force, I spread open her legs, then, finally, I got my first taste of her. I moved my tongue over her wet and ready lips. I put my mouth over all of her, so she could feel my breath, and then I kissed her like I had kissed her mouth. I pressed my lips firmly on her, spreading her open with my tongue. I had a hand on each of her knees and I kept her legs open, even though I could feel her trying to close them.

I pulled my face back, looked up at her, and then back down. She tasted so good. I’d had good pussy in my life but I had never tasted anything like her. She was almost sweet.

Little peach, let’s taste you again.

I slid my hands from her knees, up along her thighs, and toward her pussy. My wet fingers rubbed her clit and then I put my mouth on her again. I softly sucked on her and moved my tongue over her, slowly parting her folds and caressing the inside of her opening. I could feel her trying to push herself into me and then felt her hands on the top of my head as she leaned forward, pulling my face into her vagina. I reached up and grabbed her by the waist, holding her in position, making sure she couldn’t slide away from me. There was no way she was getting out of this.

She opened more and more to me, and with every second that passed, my cock grew for her too. She tasted so good on my tongue and I kept slipping it inside of her, drinking her up. My cock knew exactly what a fucking treat it was about to get. It was so hard in my pants it was practically fighting to get out. With every flick of her clit and suck of my lips, I could feel her heating up more.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around my head, almost crushing me between her tightly clenching thighs. She was so close, so close, but I couldn’t let her come. I swallowed her juice, then pulled free of her and got to my feet, catching her open mouth with my own. I wanted her to taste herself on my mouth. She caressed my tongue with hers as we kissed passionately.

Her mouth was as warm and ready as her pussy and I knew her hot, wet tongue wanted to run up and down my shaft. I needed it too. All I wanted was to be inside that sweet peach though, for my cock to be swallowed up inside her, and to watch her face as she took me in.

I lifted her off the sink and down to the ground, all the while keeping our mouths pressed together. She was so light I could have thrown her across the room if I’d wanted to, but I just let her drop gently to her feet. I pulled her head back by the hair, and stared into her eyes as I pushed her down to her knees. I wanted her to pull my cock out herself, take it in with her beautiful green eyes, and then let it sink into her waiting mouth.

She looked up at me, doe-eyed and hazy from my mouth on her. She didn’t know what to do next. As I stared down at her, my cock rose in my pants and was right in front of her innocent mouth. She licked her lips in anticipation. I gritted my teeth and glared as she gazed back up at me.

And then, as my cock continued to grow in my pants in front of her, I saw, just for a moment, the flash of fear at what was really about to happen.

That’s right, sweetheart. Playtime is over.