Suddenly one of his hands scoops up my hand on his cock and then the other on my nub, pulling them away.
“My turn now,” he says, bringing my hand that was on his cock up to my breast. “Play with your tits. I’m going to watch you as I fuck you.”
I grab a breast with one hand and move it around my chest, alternating between tits. He takes my other hand that’s covered in my juices and slides the two finger in his mouth.
His eyes close and he leans his head back as he moans. “Fuck, you taste so damn amazing.”
He fists his cock with his free hand, bringing the crown right to my opening, sliding it through my slit.
“Oh my god,” I whimper. “Put it in me. Slide your big fat cock in my tight pussy and open me up for you and only you,” I demand, having no idea where the words came from or how I got the courage to spew them. But I’m way beyond the point of thinking right now. My head is spinning and all I can think of is how much I need to feel him inside me, and I won’t be denied or embarrassed by my needs.
“Up here,” he says, directing my eyes toward him. “I want you looking in my eyes when I enter you for the first time. And I want your eyes locked on mine until I come inside you so damn deep that you have no choice but to get pregnant with my child.”
My body spasms quickly at his words.
“I need to see every second, every reaction from what I’m going to do to you. And in return, I want you to see the same. You need to see what you do to me, and I know you want to see that…don’t you?”
I nod.
“That’s right, because you’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Now you get to see if the reality is as good as the fantasy, and you know what?”
I shake my head, but keep my eyes on him as his dick moves through my slit, making it hard to keep my eyes open or focused on anything other than the pleasure he’s giving me.
“I guarantee this is one of the few times in life that real life’s going to live up to the hype. Now let’s make a life together,” he says and in one motion his dick enters me pushing all the way in as he growls in one long breath, holding it for what seems like at least half a minute or more.
I watch as his eyelids flutter and feel his arms shaking, as I feel the tightness and a small prick of pain inside me.
“Mine,” he says. “You. Are. Mine.”
CHAPTER 10
Hunter
Claiming her has my head spinning. Knowing I’m the only man who will ever be inside her is the greatest gift on earth…my gift and mine alone. I’m going to be her first, her last, and her only.
I flex my back muscles without even thinking about it, sending my chest outward with pride.
“Are you okay?” I ask, not wanting to hurt her.
She nods.
“Are you sure? You have to be sure, because once I start to slide out and I feel the tightness of your walls along my shaft it’s going to drive me wild, even more so than I already am, and the thrusting…I’m not going to be able to control anything.”
“I want that. I want you to take me like a man possessed, if that’s possible.”
“Oh, that’s possible. That’s exactly what’s going to happen, but I have no idea how wild this is going to get. All I know is I’m on the edge, about to fall over and lose complete control.” I pause, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
She nods.
“Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“I’m ready.”
“What are you ready for?”
I want my sweet little virgin to be naughty now. I want her to say it, to hear it with her own ears right before she feels it from every part of me.
“I want…”
“That’s right. Keep going. Tell me what you want.”
“I want your cock ramming in and out of me as you lose control. I want to know that being inside me brings out the beast from inside you. I want to see how much you want me and how it makes you lose your mind, while I lose my mind right alongside you. I want us to get lost together, to spin out of control until you fill me with your come and give us what we both want…a baby. No more talking and no more waiting. You know what I want, Hunter, now give it to me. I won’t break in half, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to try. Fuck me with everything you’ve got.”
My hips cock back as my dick slides out of her channel, every nerve ending in my shaft connecting to every nerve ending inside her. I’ve never felt such pleasure in my entire life, and to think this is mine for the rest of my life has me going crazy.
My hips buck wildly, completely out of my own control, sending my dick in and out of her as her hips try and move in rhythm with mine.
But it’s no use.
I’m too big, too strong, and too powerful for her right now.
I grab a hold of her waist and pull her body into mine as I thrust in and then pull her body away as I pull out. It only increases the speed and friction and damn, I’m already close.
“Fuck, baby, you got me right there already.”
“I’m so close, Hunter. Come in me please. I want to us to come together.”
I can see she’s barely holding on, our eyes still fixated on one another although it’s damn hard at this point. I just want to tip my head back and howl at the moon as I unload inside her, but I can’t. I need to see this. Watching her flop around like a fish in the tent is the biggest, most feral, fucking turn on ever.
And knowing that it’s all because of me…words can’t describe it.
She’s breathing hard, her chest covered in sweat and her abs flexing as I thrust in and out of her.
My jaw clenches and my grip on her waist tightens, the nylon crinkling underneath us.
I can only imagine what my cock looks like right now, covered in her cream. I know her tits are sliding forward and back, but I don’t look, my eyes stay locked on hers.
“I’m going to own you now. It’s coming. I’m going to…”
“I’m coming!” she yells.
My body jerks and then it feels like my entire insides empty out as I explode inside her, my body buckling in half as I collapse onto her. Spasms ripple through me as my hips continue jerking, filling her with years and years of come my body has been saving for her and only her.
Her walls tighten around me, milking me for every last drop as I feel her body shake underneath mine as we climax together.
It just keeps going and going and going, the pleasure never relinquishing. I feel it all, absorbing all her body’s movements underneath mine.
Finally I feel her body still and mine follows suit a minute or two later.
My hands slowly move up, taking her face and I kiss her lips softly before wrapping my arms around her.
I carefully do some sort of slide and roll in the tent so now I’m on my back and she’s on top. A king doesn’t crush his queen, he puts her on top where she belongs.
I keep her wrapped up in my arms while her pussy keeps my dick locked inside her.
Our faces are so close, but I just keep staring into her eyes, not able to focus, but that doesn’t matter right now.
All that matters is that she knows I’m here for her now, always and forever. I’m going to protect her, keep her safe, and make a life together with her.
What we have is perfect. She knew it long before I did, but I finally caught up. And have I sure caught up now. It happened fast, just the way it should…naturally and without questioning.
When you know you know, and dammit do I ever know.
I’ve never been so sure of something in my entire life, and this is coming from a guy who’s known for his resolve, steadfastness, and confidence in his decision.
But this didn’t even require a decision. This was natural. What we have for each other is perfect.
And now everything changes in the best way possible.
“You’re mine,” I remind her. Damn I like saying that, telling her.
“And you’re mine.”
CHAPTER 1
1
Hunter
I sit up quickly at the sound of the tents zipper opening. It isn’t just me anymore. I have to protect my woman at all times.
My arms cross over my chest and I immediately know she’s not there, and I don’t like it.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she says.
She holds the tent flap open and I look out at the incredible South African morning. The warm sun is already drying the rain, but there’s a light coat on everything that still remains, making the morning literally sparkle. Sparkle isn’t a word that’s ever crossed my mind, until I caught the light reflecting off her eyes from the profile shot of her I have. There’s no better way to describe it.
“The most beautiful,” I reply. “And the view outside isn’t too bad either.”
She turns to see I’ve got my eyes locked on her and she crawls back on top of me and gives me a good morning kiss.
After the tension that kept us up for so long last night, and then to finally accept reality and show each other just how we felt, we both must have collapsed in each other’s arms straight away.
I was out like a light, sawing logs better than I ever have before. Having her in my arms made me sleep like a baby, and I can’t wait until a doctor confirms there’s a baby growing inside her belly.
She pulls back from my mouth and I just take a moment to admire her. I’ve got morning wood that’s raging right now. She looks so damn good all I can think about is sliding it right back inside her, but she’s quickly putting on her sports bra and panties and sliding out of the tent.
I watch her go, blown away by how perfect she looks even now. She didn’t shower last night, brush her teeth, and doesn't even have a stitch of makeup on…and she looks like a billion bucks.
But describing her in monetary terms is the completely wrong way to think, because this woman, my woman, is priceless.
My only thought now is getting some breakfast in our bellies and making our way back to RETURNAfrica Pafuri Camp. The name is as unique as the accommodation. It’s an extremely unique luxury accommodation about three hours by foot from here. The manager has offered me a place to stay whenever I like, but I’ve always told him I prefer sleeping in the bush, under the stars.
Well, not tonight. Tonight I want to spoil my woman rotten in the kind of place fit for the queen that she is.
I step outside the tent and see her doing some light stretching. Smart.
“I’m going to head down to the water’s edge and make sure it’s safe to rinse off. Once I confirm I’ll be right back and you can go. Shouldn’t be more than literally five minutes. I’ll just dunk myself in and be back. I just need a quick rinse until we get to a proper spot to stay tonight, or technically about lunch time.”
“You’re planning on staying inside tonight?”
“I might just have a trick or two up my sleeve.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“And I’m going to like all the sounds I’m going to hear out of you when I take my sweet time putting my lips over every inch of your body tonight…twice, if not three times or more.”
“And I really like the sound of that.”
“Be right back, and then we’ll get some breakfast and be off.”
“I can’t wait.”
I give her a wink and head down to the water’s edge. I need to be careful, keeping an eye out for crocs, especially this time of day. The problem right now is that I can’t concentrate on anything other than her.
As I walk down I whistle out a tune. I don’t even know what it is, all I know is I feel like whistling this morning, something I wouldn’t normally ever do.
All of the thirty-two years I’ve been on this planet I never knew there was someone out there for me. To be honest the thought never crossed my mind. I’m a man’s man. I live in the middle of nowhere by myself and hunt bad guys. It’s not like I have some Internet dating account, let alone see women on a regular basis. Even when I do I never feel anything for them. It’s weird. I just thought my entire being was starting to become more and more numb, and I was fine with that.
Not anymore.
Damn, did she ever wake me up from my hibernation, a hibernation that was beyond seasonal…way beyond that.
I get down by the water’s edge. Everything is clear.
I quickly get in up to my waist then sit down and rinse, standing back up quickly and then walking out backwards, so nothing can creep up on me from behind.
The absurdity of my life suddenly hits me.
This has to stop. This is no way to live. Most people’s greatest fear in the morning is possibly taking their shower too warm and making their skin red, or something like that. I’m concerned about getting rolled by a crocodile. At what point did I completely lose it?
There’s no way I’m letting my woman come down here. I’ll wrap her up in a hug so a little of my moisture can transfer onto her, but that’s all. I’ve got someone to protect now, and to look after. And this isn’t just someone…this is my woman.
I can’t wait to call her that all the time. “My woman.” She’s going to think I’m a damn caveman by this time tomorrow. Oh well. She can hit me over the head with a rock if she wants, it still won’t stop me from reminding her who she belongs to.
“Hunter! Help! He-!”
“Charlize!” I yell.
Goosebumps cover my body and I take off in a dead sprint up to our campsite. Just as I arrive I see a pickup truck skidding away with Charlize.
One of these pussies has his arm around her throat, using her as a shield as they stand in the bed of the pickup.
I run to my sniper rifle, pulling it out from underneath the tarp it was hidden under.
I drop a round in the chamber and take aim.
The damn terrain is too bumpy and the guy knows what he’s doing. He’s bobbing and weaving so I can’t get a clear shot. It’s way too risky. The odds of me hitting Charlize are too high.
Fuck!
My mind is racing, but I need to stay calm. In abduction situations you have to get to the kidnapped as soon as possible. The longer it takes the worse things often become.
My heart is racing as I pull up the map of this place in my head.
They call it Crook’s Corner for a reason. The borders of South Africa, Mozambique, and Zimbabwe all come together in one point…across the Limpopo River. I took a dip this morning in the much smaller Luvuvhu River. The Limpopo is normally small this time of year, but with the heavy rain last night it might be too high to cross by foot.
Those kidnappers want to get across to one of the other jurisdictions to try and avoid capture. I know how this goes. Usually they poach ivory or Rhino horns, and then try and make a run for it. They must have stumbled upon our camp this morning, saw Charlize, and started counting the dollars they would get from a hostage situation.
Only one problem.
They miscalculated the crazy motherfucker who’s with her…her man.
I dress quickly and sling my rifle and my tranq gun over my shoulders. I leave the camp. There’s no time for that.
There’s only time to go get my woman.
CHAPTER 12
Charlize
The way these men are looking at me has me absolutely terrified.
I watch as Hunter becomes nothing more than a spec in the distance, before they all drop down in the bed of the truck and start high fiving each other and speaking in some language that I absolutely can’t understand…not even a single word.
I cross my knees and place another hand over my chest, but still they gawk at me.
One of the men rubs his thumb and first finger together. “Mun-ey. Lots of mun-ey for you.”
My eyes wander to the side and I realize I’m going to have to throw myself out of the truck. It doesn’t matter how fast we’re going. The further we get away from Hunter the worse my odds get for survival.
I have no idea where they’re taking me. All I can think about is the 60 Minutes piece on the rescue of Jessica Bucha
nan before I came to Africa. Jessica was an aid worker in Somalia and was held for a long period of time. There were ransom negotiations and things of that nature before Navy SEALs came in and stormed the area she was being held…after ninety-three days.
Three months. Could I survive out here that long? Do these guys even plan on keeping me alive ninety-three more minutes?
How did things go from being so perfect to so wrong, just like that?
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