Page 44 of Prey

Her hands clutch at my wrist, not pulling me away but holding on like I’m anchoring her in a storm. Her eyes search mine, looking for something and finding only my absolute need to hear her say the words.

“Please,” she whispers again, and this time it sounds like she’s begging for more than just my cock. “I need—Nikolai, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

The conflict in her expression intensifies, desperation winning out over whatever resistance keeps her from saying what we both already know is true.

I lean down, my mouth brushing her ear. “I’ll only fuck this sweet little cunt when you finally admit it.” My cock throbs in protest, but I hold perfectly still despite every instinct screaming at me to move. “I can hold out all night if I have to.”

Her chest rises and falls rapidly beneath me, each breath pushing her breasts against my chest. I feel her heart racing under my hand, feel the way her pussy clenches desperately around my cock. The piercing must be pressing against her G-spot because every tiny shift makes her whimper.

“You’re—” Her voice cracks. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m patient.” I pull back just enough that only the head remains inside her, the piercing catching on her entrance. “Say it, Jenna.”

She makes a sound of pure frustration, her nails digging deeper into my wrist. Her hips try to follow mine, to take me back inside, but I keep her right on the edge of what she needs.

A sigh escapes her—defeat and surrender and need all rolled into one exhale. Her eyes close for a moment, and when they open again, she finally relents.

“I’m yours.” The words are barely a whisper, but they’re everything I needed.

A groan tears from my throat as I crash my lips to hers, swallowing her gasp as I slam back inside her. The kiss is all teeth and desperation, claiming her mouth.

I don’t hold back.

My hips snap forward with a punishing force, driving into her. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, a rhythmic pounding that goes in time with my thrusts. Deep, rough, exactly how I know she needs it even if she doesn’t know it herself yet.

“Fuck!” She tears her mouth from mine, her head thrown back. “Oh god, Nikolai?—”

I bite down on her exposed throat, marking her as mine while my cock claims her from the inside. Each thrust drives deeper than the last, the piercing dragging against her inner walls in ways that have her sobbing with pleasure.

Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass as she urges me deeper. I release her throat to grab her hip, angling her so I can hit that perfect spot deep within.

“That’s it, take my cock like the perfect little slut you are.” The words pour from my mouth, dark and filthy as I drive into her. “Been waiting too long to fuck this tight pussy. All this time watching you, knowing I’d have you just like this.”

Her moan fills the room, high and desperate. “Nikolai, please?—”

“Please what?” I grab her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Tell me what you need, baby. Use your words.”

“Harder!” The word tears from her throat. “Fuck me harder, please, I need?—”

I pull almost completely out before slamming back in, the force pushing her up the bed. “Like that? Is that how my girl needs to be fucked?”

“Yes!” Her back arches. “God, yes, just like that!”

“Such a greedy little cunt.” I shift the angle, making sure the piercing drags over her G-spot. “Squeezing my cock so tight. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be mine, to take my cock whenever I want to give it to you.”

She’s beyond words now, just desperate sounds spilling from her lips with each thrust. Her nails rake down my back, leaving marks I’ll wear proudly in the morning.

“Please,” she gasps between moans. “Please, I need—oh fuck?—”

“I know what you need.” I bite her earlobe, tugging it between my teeth. “Need me to fill this pussy up. Need me to fuck you so hard you feel me for days.”

“Yes!” The word comes out as a sob. “Nikolai, please, I’m so close?—”

“Not yet.” I slow my thrusts, grinding deep. “You come when I tell you to come. This pussy belongs to me now, doesn’t it?”

She whimpers. “Yes, yes, yours—please let me?—”

“Beg prettier.” I pull back to watch her face, drinking in every expression as I fuck her with deliberate strokes. Slow and deep, grinding into her each time I bottom out. “Prove to me how badly you need it.”