Primal Pursuit - Page 158

“If I have to,” I whisper. “If you’re going to force me.”

He meets my gaze as I look up at him, and he touches my cheek. “Do it, whore.”

And relief flows through me.

Yes. This is what I need, what I want. The game, no boundaries, no rules except what we both intrinsically get.

I release him from the confines of his jeans, and he’s big, soft, and as I look up, a muscle in his jaw ticks. It’s a new level of his game, of trying not to get aroused. Butwhen I touch him, he twitches, starts to harden, and I suck him into my mouth.

I pull on his cock with my lips, tongue, hoovering him, and he grows, stretching me. I start to bob on him, down to the root so his cockhead touches the back of my throat, the steel, length, and real girth coming into being.

He groans softly, hand on my head now, on the tight bun I made, and he uses it as a handle to begin to fuck me on him.

Davian’s all the way in, and so hard now. I can’t breathe as he takes up all the space. He starts to piston, and I gag on him, letting him hammer me hard, deep, and I put one hand on his jean-covered ass, the other up to play with his balls.

“Fuck. You got a magic mouth, Rabbit. You come with all the tricks, don’t you? Hum for me.”

I do, and he groans louder, slamming my head on him as he flexes his hips, and I’m nose-deep against him where he keeps me, just jacking me up and down a short distance, going deeper into my throat with each flex.

As black dots start to form, and my body heats and aches and throbs, he throws me off him down onto the road. “Show me that fucking ass, slut. Now.”

I sit up and manage to drop my pants, enough so he can put his foot on my bare lower back and push me down.

“Ass up. Hands on the road.” He removes his foot and rubs a hand between my thighs. “So wet.”

I gasp when he grabs my hips, his fingers vicious and cruel, and a cry rips from my throat when he thrusts, burying his cock in me all the way. He’s so deep, so fucking in me, and I’m so stretched, I think I come. Just alittle. Everything throbs and bursts and sings with tiny sparks of pleasure.

He starts to pound into me.

“This cunt, Rabbit, your ass and mouth? They’re mine. You got that? I don’t give a fuck if a million people have been there before or none at all. They’re mine now. To do with what I want. And they won’t be anyone else’s ever again. Someone touches you, they die. Someone thinks about getting inside you, and I will slit their goddamn throats and bathe in their blood.”

“Your cock’s mine,” I snarl. “All mine. You let it near any other cunt, I’ll fucking feed it to you.”

He thrusts in so hard I grunt and my palms skid a little on the road. “A promise?”

“A threat.”

“Now, this is the rabbit I love. No holds barred, fucking greedy and jealous.” As he hammers deep, he comes down over my back, his hands moving to land by mine on the road, and he starts stroking into me as he keeps it deep. He’s hitting things that resound that pleasure-pain dipped in ecstasy, and I can barely stop myself shattering.

“Jealous, greedy, violent rabbit. My rabbit. Fuck, oh, fuck. I will never tire of your pussy hole. Never. I’m going to wreck it. Ruin it. Next time I’m fucking you with a toy in there. Me and a toy and maybe one in your ass.”

His nasty words push me over the edge, and I scream. “I’m coming!” And I shudder and shake as it explodes inside me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Your cunt is murdering my cock. Oh, God. I’m coming, too, Rabbit. Right up in you.” Hishot seed fills me, and I tremble again as another orgasm sweeps me, his pulsating cock and cum setting it off.

We stay like that a moment, my palms burning a little from the road. Knees, too.

His lips are by my ear as he rasps, “You’remyrabbit. And that’s that.”

He eases out and helps me up. He puts himself away, the remnants of his erection there, big, pushing at his jeans in the stark headlights. And he yanks up my jeans and sits me on the hood just as a car rumbles past.

He smirks. “Lucky little rabbit. Didn’t get caught.” He cups my cheek, his gaze soft. “Life, Rabbit, is fucked up. And it’s the now that makes us. Not the past. The now.”

“Are you wanting redemption?”

I’m deliberately missing his point. He’s talking about reclaiming what my uncle took from me, and I’m…I’m trying to find grounding and not get lost in him.

“I don’t want shit. I kill. I know who I’ve killed, what I’ve done. I’m just saying that now is important. It sets a future. The past locks you down. And no one in this life is fucking clean. Everyone has stains.”