Page 65 of Prey

I pull my fingers out of her and immediately miss the tight heat of her body. My cock is so hard it throbs, straining against my pants, the piercing adding an edge of painful pleasure that makes me desperate to be inside her.

I tear at my belt and pants, freeing my aching cock. It springs up against my stomach, the head already slick with precum, the silver barbell through the tip catching the dim light.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you escaped,” I tell her, wrapping my hand around my shaft and stroking. “About being back inside you. About filling you up until you’re dripping with my cum.”

I position myself between her spread thighs and rub the head of my cock through her. The metal piercing catches on her clit, and even unconscious, she gasps at the sensation. Her hips roll, as if seeking more contact.

“You want this,” I growl, sliding my cock through her. “You’ve always wanted this. My dirty girl who gets wet thinking about me fucking her while she can’t fight back.”

I line myself up with her entrance and pause, just for a moment, to savor this. The moment before I reclaim her completely.

Then I slam inside her in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” The word tears out of me as her tight heat engulfs my cock. She’s so goddamn perfect, so tight and wet and mine. The piercing adds friction as I move, making every stroke electric.

Even unconscious, her body responds. Her pussy clenches around me, trying to accommodate my size, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming immediately.

“You feel that?” I pant, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. “Feel how perfectly your cunt fits my cock? Like you were made for me.”

I establish a brutal rhythm, fucking into her with long, hard strokes that make the bed creak beneath us. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I lean down to catch one nipple in my mouth, biting down until she gasps in her sleep.

“I’m going to fill you up,” I grunt against her skin, my hips snapping forward with animalistic need. “Going to pump you sofull of my cum you’ll be dripping for days. And then I’m going to do it again and again until you’re carrying my baby.”

The fantasy consumes me, images of her in my bed, naked and pregnant flood my mind. I’ll fuck her every day until she gives me what I want.

“You’re going to look so beautiful,” I ramble, lost in the rhythm of claiming her. “All round and soft with my baby. Your tits heavy with milk. You won’t be able to run from me then.”

Her pussy flutters around me again, and I know she’s building toward another orgasm. Even unconscious, her body seeks the pleasure I give her.

“That’s right,” I encourage, reaching between us to rub her clit with my thumb. “Come on my cock. Show me how much you missed this.”

I feel the exact moment her climax hits. Her entire body goes rigid, and her pussy clamps down around my cock like a vice. And then she’s squirting, her release coating my cock and stomach as she comes harder than I’ve ever seen.

The sight and sensation push me over the edge. I bury myself as deep as possible and explode inside her, filling her with rope after rope of hot cum while her pussy milks me dry.

“Mine,” I growl through gritted teeth as I empty myself inside her. “All. Fucking. Mine.”

I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her warm cunt. She’s so perfect beneath me, so completely mine.

I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak from her well-fucked pussy. The sight makes me want to fuck her again immediately, to keep her full of me until her body has no choice but to accept my seed.

“When you wake up,” I murmur against her ear, “you’ll feel me inside you. You’ll know exactly what I did while you couldn’t stop me. And you’ll love it.”

I clean her up roughly, then gather her against my chest. With her nestled against me like she belongs there, the part of me that’s been feral for three months finally goes quiet. I should be gentler with her. I’m not going to be.

Time to make sure she never runs from me again.

23

JENNA

My body pulls me from unconsciousness like surfacing from deep water. Everything aches—my head throbs, my muscles feel leaden, but it’s the soreness between my thighs that makes me gasp.

Sharp. Specific. Used.

I’m naked.

The stickiness on my inner thighs tells the story my unconscious mind missed. I clench involuntarily and feel more of his cum leak from me, warm and thick.