Page 39 of Hunting Gianna
Now it’s my turn to pace her. I step in, crowd her against the wall, my hands braced on either side of her head. She’s trapped, but she doesn’t flinch.
“You tell me,” I say, low. “You made the deal. You set the rules, just this once.”
She licks her lips, breathing quick and shallow. I can smell the fear, the sweat, the tiny spark of something else under it.
She puts her hands on my chest, and instead of pushing me away, she pulls me in.
“I want you to stop treating me like I’m going to break,” she says, voice trembling.
I grin, slow and sharp. “You sure?”
She nods.
“Get on your knees,” I say, voice flat.
She slides down the wall, palms skimming the wood as she drops. The dress rides up her thighs, exposing everything. She shivers, but she doesn’t hesitate.
I step back, let her look up at me from the floor. I want her to feel the weight of this, the finality.
“Crawl to me,” I say.
She does, hands and knees, head up, hair falling around her face. There’s no shame in it—just raw, bright desire. She stops at my feet, waiting for the next command.
I tilt her chin up with my thumb, force her to look at me. “Open your mouth,” I say.
She opens, lips glossy, tongue wet. Her eyes never leave mine.
I undo my pants, slow, and feed her my cock. She takes it, first inch, then more, until her lips hit the base. She gags, just a little, but steadies herself, breathing through her nose.
“That’s it,” I say, running my hand through her hair. “Take it. All of it.”
She chokes, but doesn’t back off. I fuck her mouth, slow and with purpose, letting her feel every second. Her mascara runs down her face, black streaks painting her cheeks. I love her like this—ruined, and loving it.
I pull out, slick and hard, and drag her up by the hair. She’s gasping, spit dripping down her chin.
“Over the couch,” I say.
She stumbles, catches herself, braces on the armrest with her ass up. The dress is just a belt now. She’s shaking, but I can see the way she pushes back into my hand as I grab her hip.
I press against her pussy, teasing, then slam in hard. She cries out, her head falling forward before I pull her hair, yanking it back. The arch in her spine is divine. I set the rhythm brutal, relentless. The slap of skin on skin fills the room.
“God, you’re wet,” I say, bending over her back. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”
She whimpers, and I grab her wrists, pinning them behind her. Her face is buried in the couch, but her ass is high, begging for more.
“You ever been tied up, Gianna? And I don’t mean by me, leading you back home.”
She shakes her head, wild.
I grab my belt off the couch cushion and use it, wrapping her wrists together behind her back.
I fuck her harder, rutting into her like I want to hollow her out. She screams, and the sound is music.
I lean in, mouth right at her ear. “Next time, I’m going to take you out to the woods. Tie you to a tree and fuck you until you’re screaming so loud the bears think you’re a wounded animal.”
She sobs, and I know she’s close.
I reach down and rub her clit, fast, merciless. “Come for me,” I say. “Come now.”
