Heart of the Hunter (60 page)

“Lacey, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” I said, looking down at her sweet face.

It was then that she opened her eyes. Two sapphires looked up at me, sparkling in the moonlight. She made to speak and I was sure she was going to object, tell me to stop, that it was a mistake.

But when she spoke, she just said, “When are you going to kiss me?”

I smiled. “That’s my girl,” I said.

I descended, our lips meeting in a crescendo of passion, our tongues forcing their way into each other’s mouths like they were searching desperately for something. We kissed intensely. We kissed ravenously. We kissed in the way that only two people who have thought about it for years can kiss. We were making up for years of lost time. Her mouth was like a well, and I dove into it again and again for the life-giving nectar it contained. We were both panting for air by the time we finished.

“Can you believe we’re doing this?” she said. “It’s like a dream.”

“I knew it. I knew you wanted it too,” I gasped between kisses.

“Wanted it? Grant, if only you knew.”

I reached up under her dress, my hands sliding over her thighs like an invading army. They didn’t stop until they reached the lace of her panties. She rose up, and I pulled them down over her knees in a single motion.

“You’re eager,” she said, shyness in her voice.

I began opening my belt. “Lacey, when this cock slides into you, it’s going to explode.”

She looked up at me defiantly. “Then do it.”

She made to take off her dress but I stopped her.

“No,” I said. “Keep it on. If there’s one thing more arousing than fucking you, Lacey, it’s fucking you in a wedding dress.”

She was about to say something but stopped herself. I’d never know what it was that she was about to say, because by then my body had taken over. I opened my belt and pants and pulled out the full length and girth of my manhood.

She gasped when she saw it.

“I know,” I said.

“Grant, you’re massive.”

I winked. “I know, Lacey,” I said again. “I’m a mother-fucking monster.”

Chapter 7

Lacey

W
HAT DID HE MEAN?
When he said he wanted to fuck me in a wedding dress, what did he mean by that? I felt dizzy. I couldn’t think straight. Was this really happening?

I watched, lying on my back on the hay, as he opened the pants of his tuxedo and extracted the largest cock I ever dreamed I’d see. It was long and thick, tanned in color, with a shag of hair at the base. Big veins pulsed along its length.

It terrified me. I had to stop him. If he put that thing inside me it would kill me. It was more like a weapon than an organ of love.

“I’m going to wrap you around this cock, Lacey. It’s going to wear you.”

I laughed. He had that mischievous look on his face again.

“Grant, if you stick that limb inside me it’s going to kill me.”

“I know it’s terrifying, sweetheart, but trust me, you can take it.”

My heart skipped a beat when he called me sweetheart. I felt as if I’d been waiting my whole life to hear him call me that. It sounded so right.

“Take your time,” I whispered.

He nodded. “I’m not going to hurt you, Lacey.”

“Talk dirty to me again,” I said, surprised that I had the boldness to say such a thing.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“All right, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to you.”

“Tell me,” I whispered.

His hands were up under my dress, holding my thighs gently but firmly. I could feel his fingers creeping upward toward my bare vagina.

“I’m going to violate you, Lacey. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do, and tonight, under this blue moon, I’m finally going to allow myself to do it.”

I looked down at the monstrous cock between his legs. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that thing inside my body.

“Did you hear what I said?” he said.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I said I’m going to violate you.”

“Yes,” I whispered again.

“I don’t think you even know what that means.”

“Then tell me.”

“Well, first off, I don’t have a condom.”

“What?” I gasped.

“You heard me, Lacey. No condom. We’re going skin to skin, my naked cock inside your bare pussy.”

“What?”

“That’s what I said. I’m going to violate you.”

“Grant, what if something happens?”

I gasped as his fingers found the lips of my pussy and he gently brushed his fingers over them.

“We’re going to risk it, Lacey. We’re going to let God decide. If something happens, it happens.”

“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Grant.”

It was true. Grant was always cool, always calm and collected. He didn’t do a thing without working out all the possibilities and permutations. He didn’t leap without looking. He didn’t take risks.

“This is a chance we’re going to take, Lacey. You and I together. If something happens, if there’s a consequence to our action, we’ll handle it together.”

My heart was pounding. What was he saying? Did he want to have a baby with me? Was that it? Because this was supposed to be our little secret. This was supposed to be one night and one night only.

“I’m not saying I know what’s going to happen, Lacey. I’m not saying I want anything to happen. I’m just saying, we’ve waited our whole lives for a chance. For this one chance. And I’m not going to play it safe. If we’re taking a risk together, if we’re trusting each other in one mindless, crazy night of passion, then I want it to be all or nothing.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Do you understand?” he said.

I paused before answering. “Yes,” I said at last.

“Good girl,” he said, grinning, and began playing with the delicate folds of my clit, his thumb gently touching me, making me so wet that his enormous cock might just be able to slide inside me.

“Have you ever done this before?” I said.

“Fucked?” he said.

“No, not fucked. Fucked without a condom, taking the risk of letting something happen?”

He shook his head. “This is a first in more ways than one, Lacey.”

“Oh, God,” I gasped, as his finger slid inside my wet pussy.

It was the first time in my life that any part of Grant had entered my body, and all I wanted was more. I wanted everything he had to give. I wanted him to be so deeply inside me that I’d never be able to remove the traces he left of himself.

“Secondly,” he continued, “when I come inside you, when the semen flows from my body into your body, when that most intimate thing happens, you’re going to be wearing your mother’s wedding dress.”

I caught his eye. What was he doing? What did all this mean? Was he trying to tell me something, or was he trying to find the most intimate, meaningful, one-night-stand in the history of one-night-stands?

“Okay,” I said.

“You don’t have a problem with that?” he said, his long, index finger sliding in and out of my wet pussy in the most intoxicating way imaginable. My hips were thrusting up and down with the motion of his hand. I was ready for him to enter me. I was ready for him to fuck my brains out. I was dying for him.

“No problems here,” I said, or rather, tried to say. It came out more as a moan than a proper sentence.

“Good,” he said, looking down at me, his thumb rapidly rubbing over my clit as his index finger fucked me repeatedly, “because there’s one final part to the fantasy.”

“The fantasy?”

“That’s right, Lacey. Are you ready to hear it?”

I was on the verge of coming. I would have said anything to make him stop talking and start fucking me. I wanted him so badly I was ready to scream.

“I’m ready,” I panted.

“It’s a little strange.”

“I don’t care,” I panted.

“We’ve got one night to make up for seventeen years,” he said.

“Just tell me what it is, Grant.”

“The moment you orgasm, I want you to cry out
husband
, okay?”

“And you’ll cry out
wife
?”

“That’s right.”

“Why, Grant?”

“Call it a fantasy,” he said. “It’s just something I want to do with you. Just this once.”

I shook my head. “You’re weird, Grant Lucas. I always knew you were weird.”

He smiled. “I’m weird, Lacey. But will you do it for me?”

His finger was making a beckoning motion inside my pussy, bringing me so close to the verge of orgasm that I was almost in tears.

“If I say yes, will you stop talking and start fucking me?”

He nodded. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes, Grant.”

Chapter 8

Grant

S
HE WAS SQUIRMING IN PLEASURE.
I couldn’t believe I was actually touching her vagina. It was such a thrill my throbbing cock almost squirted all over her before it even touched her, but I restrained myself.

From somewhere, I don’t even know where, I started concocting a fantasy. I made her make promises that I didn’t even know I wanted her to make.

I told her we’d fuck without a condom. I never fucked without a condom. I never took needless risks.

I told her she’d be wearing her mother’s wedding dress. What did that have to do with anything?

And worst of all, I told her to call me husband, and I’d call her wife. Where the hell did that come from? I didn’t even want to get married. Not ever.

All I can say, is that I was losing it. I was so excited to know I was going to fuck her, that I was losing hold of my senses.

She was so ready for me she was practically orgasming already. She was writhing in pleasure, my finger playing with her pussy like it was a toy.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she moaned.

I smiled at her, then climbed down beneath the skirt of her silk dress. She gasped. I felt the muscles in her thighs clench in apprehension. She was right to be scared. I was going to devour her and there was no longer anything she could do about it.

Once my head was inside her skirt, I inhaled deeply. I wanted to breathe in the scent of her. That sounds like a strange thing to do, but everything about that night was strange, and I’d waited so long for that moment that I wanted to savor every tiny detail.

Her pussy was already dripping wet when my tongue reached the soft folds of her clitoris. She gasped and moaned as I slid my tongue over it, moving it back and forth. I knew she was desperate to get my cock inside her, but there was one more thing I wanted from her.

I wanted to hear her beg.

I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit while her body writhed and twisted and squirmed in pleasure. I kept going until I felt the first contractions of pre-orgasm and then I stopped suddenly, denying her the orgasm she was so desperate for.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. “I’m about to come.”

My mouth was just an inch from her dripping pussy, but I didn’t touch her. I inhaled the sweet fragrance of her sex and I waited.

“Grant,” she cried. “What are you doing?”

“You want more?” I said.

“I’m dying, Grant. I want you.”

I climbed out from under her dress and faced her.

“If you want it, then you’re going to have to beg, Lacey.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” I said.

She looked to the side, assessing her options, then looked back at me.

“I mean it, Lacey. I want to hear you beg.”

She was shy. It was the most adorable, enticing sight I’d ever seen in my life.

“Fuck me,” she said, softly.

“You call that begging?” I laughed.

“Grant.”

“I mean it, Lacey. I’ve watched you go out on a million dates, with a million other guys. If you want my cock inside you, you’re going to have to show me that you want me more than you wanted any of them.”

She rolled her eyes. She didn’t like this denial, but I wasn’t backing down. I wanted her to do this. I wanted her to beg.

She looked down at my cock. I rose up to give her a closer look at it. My shirt and tuxedo jacket were pulled up around my chest and my pants were around my knees, giving her a clear view of everything. I knew it was a sight she couldn’t resist. I’m built like an oak tree. I’ve got more muscle on my torso than a bull. Combined with the tattoos, it was just too much for her.

“How do I know you’re worth begging for?” she smirked.

“Excuse me?” I replied.

She was grinning at me now. Turning the tables on me. “You heard me. How do I know that cock is worth begging for?”

I was impressed, but I couldn’t let her win this little game. I crawled up over her so that my cock was just an inch above her face. I pointed the tip of it at her mouth like a torpedo.

“Have a taste,” I said.

She looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes wet with emotion. When she opened her mouth, I felt an overwhelming desire wash over me. I shut my eyes and gasped in pleasure as her lips wrapped around my cock and she took it right into the very back of her throat. Her mouth was so soft and wet and warm I could hardly stand it. I pulsed in desire. Lust raged through me like an inferno. I felt a throb of pre-orgasmic pleasure and pulled myself out of her mouth. I couldn’t allow myself to come. Not yet. Not before she begged me.

She smiled up at me and then turned over and got on her knees. I took my weight from her so that she could get up. She reached around to the back of her dress and pulled it up, revealing the most enticing butt I ever imagined.

She swayed it slowly from side to side, causing my cock to pulse, on the very verge of orgasm.

“You want me to beg?” she said.

“Yes,” I panted.

“All right, I’ll beg. Fuck me, Grant. Give it to me hard. Give me everything I deserve, because I’m a very naughty girl. I don’t just want you to fuck me. I want you to dominate me. I want you to fill me with your semen. I want it to rush up into my cunt so far that I can never get it back out. I want you to own me, Grant. I want you to possess me completely.”

That did it. I grabbed her thighs tightly in my powerful hands and pulled her ass onto my cock like it was a sheath. I pulled her all the way down onto me so that my cock was so far inside her I was certain I felt her cervix. She cried out, but I was beyond rational control. I thrust into her and then pushed her entire body forward like a doll. As soon as the tip of my cock was outside her, I pulled her back onto it and she cried out again. I repeated the motion over and over, pulling her down onto my throbbing cock, and pushing her forward away from it. She cried out with each thrust, and I was overcome with a violence that surprised me. I’d never been in such a state in my life.