Hunted (The Tinder Chronicles) by Alexa Land Page A

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my 501s with shaking hands, saying, “I don’t have that many pairs of jeans, I
want to keep these.” Last time, he’d torn my clothes right off of me. He
grinned and grabbed one of my feet, then untied my boot and yanked it off, tossing
it over his shoulder before doing the same with the other one.
    I stripped myself naked,
then got on my back on the mattress. My body was shaking with anticipation, my
cock throbbing and leaking precum onto my belly, and he watched me closely,
hungrily, as he undressed. God, he looked good. He was all power and strength,
so incredibly beautiful.
    Despite my intense
longing, I remained perfectly passive, laid out for him on the bed. As soon as
he was naked, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to the edge of the
mattress, so far that my head hung over the edge. He wrapped a hand around my
throat and I opened my mouth, completely giving myself over to him. I knew this
was going to be violent. I knew it was going to push me to my limit. I welcomed
it.
    He slid his cock all
the way into my throat as I concentrated on relaxing and taking every inch of
him. He growled again as he began thrusting into my mouth. It started to feel a
little scary and out of control, but I just let go, putting myself completely
in Bane’s hands. The moment I surrendered to him was pure bliss, all fears and anxiety
falling away. All that was left was Bane, and me, and such intense pleasure.
    And then it got even
better. Bane lifted my hips off the bed effortlessly, flinging my legs up over
his shoulders, and took my cock between his lips as he continued to fuck my
mouth. I gasped as he easily swallowed me to the hilt, and wrapped my arms
around his waist and held on tight.
    He changed his focus
after a while. I moaned around his big dick as he let my hard cock fall from
his lips, then ran his tongue between my legs. He then began doing something to
me that had never been done before. I gasped when his tongue probed me, opening
me up. He stopped thrusting into my mouth, concentrating instead on fucking me
with his tongue, and I actually laughed nervously at the overwhelming intimacy
of what he was doing to me.
    When he’d prepped me to
his satisfaction, he spun me around so I was right-side up again. He pushed me
up against the wall of the bedroom before driving his cock into me, his spit
all the lube we needed. I cried out, but it was a cry of pure pleasure. Bane
thrust into me fast and hard, his big hands around my waist, using the wall for
leverage to really pound me. It was so damn good, so exactly right. I flung my
arms and legs around him and held on, burying my face in his shoulder.
    “Look at me.” His voice
was low and forceful, much different than his usual tone. I obeyed instantly,
raising my head up and locking eyes with him. My breath caught. There were two
distinct sides to Bane, the guy with a sparkle in his eye and a smirk always at
the ready – and this one. He was pure vampire right now, his gaze sharp and
predatory, totally focused. A little tremor went through me, but I didn’t try
to pull away – not that I would have been able to anyway. I just held on
tighter.
    After pounding me
against the wall for a few minutes, Bane picked me up and swung me around, then
deposited me on the floor on my hands and knees. I locked my elbows as he
mounted me from behind, trying to keep myself upright underneath his big body.
He took me even harder in this position, driving himself into me so deep, one
hand holding the back of my neck as I swayed and rocked beneath him.
    His other hand slid down
my torso, and he began stroking my achingly hard cock, in time to his thrusts
into me. “Oh God, Bane,” I moaned.
    “Cum for me, Tyler,” he
said, and my body actually obeyed him. I cried out as the orgasm tore from me,
shooting clear across the floor. I thrust into his hand as hard as I could,
impaling myself on his cock each time I rocked back. The orgasm just kept
coming and coming and coming. My