Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I slide my fingers up from her waist to cup her in my palm. Oh yes, perfect. My cock screams for release. I'm so fucking hard, I could explode right now just rutting against her sweet little ass. On that note, I wonder if she’s ever been fucked in the ass? It doesn’t matter. There’s a first time for everything.
"What do you want?" she whispers.
I give in and lick a line up to her earlobe. Salty and sweet. "There are a lot of things I want from you, flower, but right now…. I want you to scream for me because of me. I want you gasping for breath. I want you crying, your eyes shimmering with tears. I want you running, doing everything you can to escape me, while knowing deep down inside you’ll never get away. I want all of it. So I'll give you one more chance to get away."
She wiggles, and I slowly lower her until her feet are underneath her. The second I relax my hold, she shoves off my chest and rushes away. This time with a little more vigor than before. Mmm...good.
I stand my ground, listening to her crash through the brush, keeping an eye out for anyone else who would be stupid enough to try to claim her. The woods might appear empty, but another bigger and badder animal is always hiding in the bushes, waiting to pounce on your prey.
I saunter behind her. Even at her fastest, I can keep up with her pace. It's nothing to keep her in my sights, to watch her try to get away. She's already caught; she just hasn't accepted her fate yet.
"You could give yourself up, little flower," I taunt. "But I'd punish you for that before we could get on with anything else."
I catch a screamed, “Fuck you,” from the direction she's running, and my lips tip up into a smile. Oh, she's going to be so much fun to break. I knew the moment I saw her in that library sticking up for the nerd that she was exactly what I needed. I adjust my hard-on and keep walking. Only a little longer and I'll have her on her knees and on her back, her tight little pussy squeezing my fat cock.
Once she finally gets a little distance between us, I pick up my step, breaking into a slow jog. That's it. Give me a real challenge, flower. Make me work for it.
She cuts to the right, no doubt still hunting for the damn cabin. Her friend might have dragged her out here, but I was thorough in my preliminary research of her. It's my money in that cabin, but no one is getting there, especially not her. I plan to keep her busy for a while.
"Little flower," I taunt, letting my voice ring out so she knows exactly where I am.
I don't get an expletive back this time, nothing but her crashing footfalls. I can smell the fear and panic rolling off her. When the noise stops, I stop too, letting the forest go quiet around us. Is she taking a break? Or trying to hide from me again?
Either way, she'll fail. "Little wallflower? Where are you?"
Nothing. Silence. Not even the sound of her panting breaths. She’s hiding, then.
I step through a copse of trees and listen carefully. Still nothing. A smile spreads across my face again.
Finally, a woman worth my time, effort, and attention. Never mind if she wants it or not, she’s got it. I crouch and grab a stick, then throw it out into the trees. Again, I listen.
Sound breaks through the silence, crashing footfalls and muttered curses as she rushes in the opposite direction of my stick.
Aw. She tried. It's so cute.
I quickly follow and don't bother staying quiet. I want her to know I’m coming for her. She can run all night if she wants, and I'll stay right on her heels, hunting her like the prey she is.
It would be easier if my cock hadn't been rock hard since the first moment I touched her. My patience is dwindling. Only a little more, and I'll catch her again, maybe toy with her a little more, but soon enough, I’ll have to take her.
As I jog ahead, my steps are thundering booms in the mostly quiet space. That’s the thrill of The Hunt. I want her to feel me behind her, the tiny hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, her fear of being caught, making her choose her next move. Truthfully, I want her a little more terrified of me before I catch her for real. I want her sweating because she fears what will happen when I capture her, not the fear of being caught. For the next ten minutes, I dodge her steps, grasp onto her slim waist, and release her, letting her rush away, no doubt tiring herself out even more.