THE STRAGGLERS Book 2 OWN Page 4

  His hands go through my arms and my hips, he turns me to look at him and in his eyes I only see raw and intense desire. He wraps his fingers on my hair and slides his index finger on my lips, feeling the softness of my mouth and pants deeply. Pulling me to the warm nest of his arms, Hunter slowly lifts the hem of my short floral dress, I raise my arms inventing him to undress me and gives in my will. With shaky fingers, he tries to undo my bra and fails, he huffs in anger and roughly pulls the front opening, freeing my heavy breast, anxious for his touch. Hunter lowers himself in front of me and touches the sides of my delicate tulle panties, sliding them through my legs till discard them on the floor. Surprisingly, he steps back and appreciates my nudity. Looking me with a drunk look, as if the sight of my naked body was something divide, angel like.

  “My good God! You are beautiful, Maggie Hanks.”

  I smile embarrassed and he completes it:

  “I wanted you from the first day I saw you, I couldn’t take you off of my head, be mine, baby.”

  I have no strength to answer, but his hoarse voice and his veneration look caused me an avalanche of feelings and the words scape me, I taken by the throbbing between my thighs, as if my vagina had its own life, pulsating and begging for his body.

  He took off his shirt revealing the body of an athlete, the tan and wide torso, toned arms, and hard and defined abs, with that V entrance that invites you to lick every one of this delicious abs packs.

  Hunter opened his pants and took them off quickly with his underwear, and I couldn’t breathe.

  Oh my God!!! It won’t fit... There’s no way my sex could dilate and take in a member with that span, I look at this glans and I see sparkling in the shadow of the night the slivery of his piercing, a Prince Albert shinning and equally ostentatious.

  Hunter seems to notice my worry and holds my hand so I could lie on bed, making me calm while he hovers my body with his.

  “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I’m going to love you carefully, trust me.”

  “But and if...”

  “Shh... Just relax and trust me.”

  He kissed me passionately, his lips lighting up a heat inside my guts, so soft, plump, he nibbles my mouth and lick very slowly my inferior lip with a hoarse moan while he kisses me.

  “I dreamt about the taste of your mouth.”

  His lips went down, kissing my clavicle and my neck, licking and bitting the spot between my neck and ear, kissing and nibbling my skin in a delicious way.

  His big hands tenderly caressed my breasts and then, suddenly, I fell a sweet sting and heat of the blood pulsating as he licks and sucks my nipples.

  Sucking my breasts like a hungry animal, in sweet torture, ah! I think I can cum just by feeling his lips around my nipples, I get wetter by the minute and bend my back trying to squeeze my thighs searching for some kind of release of my throbbing pussy.

  I bite my lips to resist, and the goes on to my pussy with his hungry lips relentlessly catching my by surprise and I give up trying... I let a desperate moan when I feel him opening my labia and attacking my clitoris with his absurdly hot and moist tongue.

  He is sweeping my sex from clitoris to anus, opening even more my thighs and licking my anus and my entire vagina in circling movements, up and down, in a increasing rhythm.

  I never felt pleasure in oral sex this way, a man has never made me cum as intensely as Hunter had, he squeezes my butt checks while he assaults my vagina slowly rubbing my clitoris with his tongue, adding to his tongue he slowly slides two fingers inside me, at a hallucinating rhythm.

  I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t, I want all of him inside me, I cum pressing his head between my thighs and he kisses me avidity, mixing the taste of my sex with menthol from his lips.

  Hunter puts his hips to my and guides his huge member to my vagina. I think he is going to tear me in two, but contraire to what I thought, he slides it smoothly filling intensely the wall of my pussy, but it doesn’t hurt me. We fit perfectly together in one another and he thinks the same as me, by rubbing his piecing on the entrance of my vagina, massaging a sensible spot of my sex.

  “Oh! Baby, you’re so tight, wet, you see how we fit perfectly together, so good.”

  “More...”

  “You want more?”

  “I want, you can come, give me more, Hunter.”

  Huge, thick and naughty with that piercing rubbing my skin, I could never have imagined so good... I want him to let go, fearless, he fills me in the right way, starting a delicious movement of coming and going that drives me crazy.

  He’s getting all out my body and then thrusting in harder. I moan every time loud, with no modesty, begging for more, I want him to fuck me whole. I close my eyes and I feeling him pumping inside me, hitting his hips harder and deeper, harder, coming and going so deep, I crumble squeezing his cock inside me.

  “Ah! I’m cumin... It’s so good!!!”

  I won’t last long, from the first time this woman looked at me, I knew that when we got together we would get lost in one another. The sweet taste of her little red mouth against mine. The breasts that fit on the palm of my hand, round, the brown little nipples hard and delicious to suck... I suck it and suck it a bit more drunk by the flavor of her hot skin, I would never forget the feeling of her skin on my tongue from when I was transformed. The rare taste of her little pussy and the nectar of her cum going down my throat awakens the beast that hides in me. Maggie stared me with eyes hot with pleasure, she bent her back and came so hard, that I came right after, in continuous floods, gushes and gushes of sperm wetting her soft flesh, burning with desire.

  With an enormous effort I’m able to keep it under control, part of my wolf side comes out, the animal in me also tastes Maggie. I bury my head on her neck and slowly calm this dark part of my soul, lost, animal like. She stares at me surprised, but still excited to see me lost in her body.

  Hunter smiles embarrassed, the sweat of his body mixes with my skin.

  “That sound you made when you were cumin was it a growl?”

  “I don’t know, beautiful. Did I scare you? I’m sorry, I’m embarrassed now.”

  “Please, don’t be embarrassed. The sound is sexy, very sexy, arouses me.”

  He bits my lips, still inside me.

  “Sleep a little, let me hug you.”

  I turn my back and Hunter leaves me little by little, lamenting having to break away from my sex.

  “Ah! So good, you are delicious, baby.”

  I sleep, exhausted and feeling very well loved, like I was never before, by the question mark of a man called Hunter Vaugh.

  CHAPTER 3

  HUNTER

  It’s almost eight o’clock and Maggie is sleeping, I draw back to fit on the mattress, with my feet out of bed and try hard not to wake her.

  I watch the sun beams that come in through the window and light her creamy skin and I keep asking myself, what I have to do not to ruin everything?

  It’s just that I’m so different from what people expect of me, from what they see in this exterior shell of rudeness and brutality, that sometimes I ask myself if women can actually see me.

  Adam says that I’m an ogre in love, but the embarrassing thing is that everything he says is simply true.

  That’s me: a guy drawing back in a bed, besides a fascinating woman, silently, with a silly hope of not breaking the magic of the moment.

  And even though I know I’m something more than punches and drunkenness, it’s this way people see me: a mountain of brainless muscles, a rioter womanizer with no feelings.

  But only me and my cold bed know how alone I am. Even in a noisy bar, full of friends and available pussy, or after a night of really hot meaningless fucks, I still feel alone.

  This is how I’m known to be: a guy who’s kind of weird, doesn’t talk much and few friends and the only place I actually feel complete, it doesn’t belong to me anymore. The octagon was my house, my home, my little amusement park, where I threw out my fury and ex
orcised all my demons.

  It was all perfect and in its place, till Pamela fuck my worst adversary and I threw my career down the drain.

  From then on my life became a series of a succession of drinking nights, Homeric hang overs, fake friends and trivial sex, in which I would rarely remember the name of the woman I had fucked a few hours back.

  Just as my clumsy hands break everything they touch, I don’t want to hurt, shatter the most beautiful thing that has happens to me in recent times.

  The connection I had with Maggie since I saw her, is something too rare and valuable to let slip through my fingers.

  Will it be silly of me to want always want everything? The beautiful girl, go back fighting, keep myself sober.

  I want to dream a little more, that’s why I slowly leave the bed, without making a sound, I want everything and my everything starts with Maggie.

  I go down the stairs and to the bar kitchen, I find everything I need to let out my cooking talents: scramble eggs, fruit with cereal, some toast and cranberry juice.

  There! Breakfast is ready. I look to the top of the stairs, Maggie is wrapped on the sheet, her hair is messy and the naughty girl look more alive than before. Without make up, probably without brushing her teeth, even so, to me she couldn’t be more beautiful, in a simply sexy mess. I stretch out my hand and she comes down reluctantly. Before she puts her foot on the last step, I pull her to my chest, burying my fingers on her soft hair and kissing her the way I like it: no rush, enjoying the taste of her lips. She hides her face in my chest and I ask:

  “What up, Maggie?”

  She doesn’t answer right away and I tight my jaw muscles, will she have regretted last night? Ah! Hell, will she have someone else? I never asked if she had a boyfriend, I went over everything in front of her, turned on as a desperate man, setting the date, almost devouring the entire woman, like a hungry teenager that I didn’t even ask if there was another man in her life. She smiles at me and the knot in my throat releases itself smoothly when she answers.

  “Nothing, it’s just that I’m like this, only with a sheet, all undone, are you sure the bar is locked?”

  “Don’t worry, it’s locked and you’re perfect, come have breakfast before the eggs get cold.”

  We went to the kitchen in each others arms, I sit and put her on my lap, she watches me silently, her face is a mix of satisfaction and something more, staring at my eyes deeply, what is going on inside her head?

  “Are you for real, Hunter?”

  What a crazy question! I stare deep in her eyes and I understand what she means, probably some man fucked her life really badly and to be treated with affection is something that she doesn’t know, just like me.

  “Me? Yes, I’m so full of flaws that if I start to talking now, you’ll run through that door.”

  She smiles and I return the question, the same doubt is in the air, is this beautiful baby in front of me too good to be truth?

  “And you Maggie, are you for real?”

  “Yes, but I’m also so broken that if I were a guy I would run from me.”

  “I’m not any guy, Maggie, I’m not going anywhere.”

  After we calmed our hearts and take in a bit of each other, I serve her a bit of everything and she look at the empty chair.

  When she tries to get up, I grab her by the waist. It’s so good to feel Maggie’s body on mine, the soft thighs and her butt cheeks pressing my thighs, my cock, her body was so smooth glued to mine, that it seemed so natural, an extension of my skin, that fits so well together.

  “Stay here on my lap, it’s so good.”

  “I’m not hurting you?”

  “No, it’s perfect, how it’s supposed to be.”

  We have breakfast talking, she told me about her family, her dead mother, the distant relationship with her father, the project of building an animal shelter, when Maggie refers to that subject, I keep imagining that she would freak out if she knew she saved my life and took care of me when I was transformed. If she one day knew that that agonizing wolf at her door was me, she would go running out the door saying I’m crazy.

  As if something clicked inside me, I look at her soft brown skin and I remember the taste of her nipples on the top of my mouth, the rich flavor of her thin threads of blood mixing with my saliva, when I licked her wound.

  I’m cold sweating, a sudden desire takes over my system.

  I try to understand what’s wrong with me. My hands shake and Maggie notices my discomfort. She asks, looking at me, worried.

  “Is everything alright with you?”

  “Uhum.”

  A mist of raw and dark desire is over the two of us and I look at Maggie, she pants and moist her lips.

  She wriggles calmly on my lap, rubbing her ass on my cock and I’m already really aroused, much more then the safe frontier.

  The female smell takes over my senses of smell, suddenly sharper and I notice that Maggie and I aren’t alone anymore.

  A dark, shady and gripping force rises in me and little by little it takes over my senses: the narcotic smell of her excitement, the sight of her nipples getting hard under the sheet, the sound of her breathing heavier and heavier.

  And before I can think, I get up and placing her legs on my waist and take her to the kitchen counter, covering her body with mine. I pull the sheet from my desired target and lower my eyes, narrowing them as I see the shaved triangle between her thighs.

  “I’m sorry, baby, I really need this.”

  She pants and tries to close her thighs when I place my face between her legs and I’m facing her pussy calling me, inviting me to taste her, already dripping fluids of excitement... I can’t wait, I can’t control myself, it’s too late for me.

  I open the foldings of her sex and lick it up and down, focusing in satisfying my hunger with her taste.

  Rich, pungent, intense to my taste buds.

  Delicious female taste, the tongue traveling through the recesses of her body, inside and out, up and down, till her shaved little hole. I dedicate myself again to sucking her and at the climax of my desperation, I ask:

  “Baby, close your eyes and don’t open it for anything!”

  My sanity is losing the battle against the wolf, I feel my tongue thicker, rougher.

  And hallucinating, I suck and suckle her pussy dripping narcotic honey.

  Maggie squeezes her eyes and bits her lips contorting herself desperately.

  “Ah! Hunter, my God, I’m gonna cum so hard.”

  Each lick at her little pussy makes more and more fluids come out, more cream and I open my mouth even more, feeling her come down my throat.

  But I’m still starving and lick her flesh, in a transe, the man Hunter in more distant every time and the beast is ready to come out, waiting in darkness.

  My cock is already impressively hard, the piercing is hanging stiff by my sentiment, I need to get inside her, get in deep in her guts, take what is mine.

  “Please, Hunter! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...”

  I open my pants with shaky and sweaty hands, realizing my heavy and clammy cock, getting my jeans dirty.

  I guide my throbbing member to her opening and I focus on the last thread of sanity I have left not to hurt her.

  Maggie opens her legs wide with closed eyes and I penetrate her, letting a loud, hoarse and agonizing growl.

  The animal in me debates itself chained by my conscience, very near of setting itself free at every thrust at Maggie hot and tight pussy.

  “So wet and mine.”

  “Yes, all yours.”

  I close my eyes and when I open them again, the sight of Maggie with stiff legs, her face contorted in pleasure, bitting her lower lips, makes me crazy!

  I slide my cock between her narrow and wet opening, almost leaving my body and then I hit her hips against mine.

  Every time harder and deeper, with one of my hands I sneeze her ass and with the other I caress her breasts. I bite her nipples and suck them one at a time, feeding fro
m her breasts like a starving puppy.

  I can’t stand it anymore, I need to feel her little and wet pussy squeezing my cock, milking my member. She sinks her nails on my back, throw her head back and squeezes my cock with a quivering pussy, convulsing in contraction movements that carry a pleasure so intense that’s almost pain.

  I take her off the counter and turn her back penetrating her all at once, deep and hard. Maggie opens even more her legs and hit her ass on my cock, wanting more, inciting me more, taking everything she wants.

  “Like this. Big guy. So good.”

  I bring her head to my chest and I sneeze her hips, sucking and licking her back.

  Maggie moans in sweet agony, so good that a fail, I lose myself.

  I close my eyes and let myself be taken by the sensations. I bury my head on her neck and cum, gushes of long and thick sperm wetting her soft flesh.

  At least, this woman is mine and as her male, I don’t resist: I sink my teeth on her back and shed myself in cum, invading in longer thrusts, my heaven, my nirvana on earth.

  She gets her hands back and pull my head to her flesh for another harder bite.

  It’s all so insane, so surreal, I give in to what she wants, what her silence eggs me.

  “My. God. Deeper, Hunter!”

  Maggie cums again, screaming and moaning like a female, like my female wolf in heat, and I safety myself with the thin threads of her blood that are mixed in my saliva, making us one.

  We remain stuck together and I lose myself on time, still feeling her pulsating and squeezing my cock, my teeth coming out slowly from her soft skin.

  I take her in my arms and carry her fascinated by her facial expression, her eyes blurry, the mouth open, totally drunk with pleasure. I lay her carefully on a couch by the pool table.

  I like her skin, her sex, her blood, still take me as a powerful drug! I feel my hair standing and I run desperately locking myself in the bathroom.

  I look myself in the mirror above the sink and my iris has already taken a yellowish shade.

  The wolf that lives in me is free and that scares me more than hell, because I marked her as mine, I was certain that the dark animal that lives in my soul, desires and begs for Maggie as much as I do.