Page 36 of Hunt You Down

I moaned. “I’ve been ready.”

André pushed through, and his mouth fell open on a silent cry. With gentle rocks of his hips, he worked me open inch by inch. His eyes fluttered shut.

“Please,” I groaned. I couldn’t hold out much longer.

André’s eyes shot open, and his cock pulsed inside me. He stretched over me, burying himself to the hilt. I screamed and bucked against him. “What was that baby?”

“Please,” I sputtered. “Please let me come.”

André grinned at me through the mirror. He withdrew, snapping his hips forward with a powerful thrust, grazing my prostate. “Let me hear you beg some more.”

He braced himself with one hand, smoothing the other over my hip, dusting across my shoulder and wrapping around my throat. My cock throbbed, chasing away the spike of panic that threatened to rise. André squeezed my pulse points, and I milked another drop of precome to the sheets.

Oh, so you like the choking now—kinky bitch.

I begged. I begged like I’d never begged for anything in my life. The more I wanted to come, the louder I pleaded. It wasn’t long before my head started to spin, and I was about to erupt. André only increased his thrusts and when he fell uneven, I knew we were both close. Dark spots dotted my vision.

“Please!” I cried out, fucking the bed as hard as I could. The more desperate I grew for oxygen, the more I wanted to explode. “Dear God, please, please, please, please…”

I chanted like a prayer, looking up to meet André’s eyes in the mirror. He smiled, peering at me beneath heavy eyelids. Groaning, he railed into me like he’d never get enough—and that hungry gaze never left mine. “Now, David.”

My body caught up before my brain did. I collapsed onto the pillow while André fucked me through my orgasm. I sighed, come spreading beneath me. Is it normal to come this much?

With a cry, André dropped his hand and gripped my hips, the hot rush of his release bursting inside me. My vision returned in spots. A contented sigh, and I rested my head on the pillow. André rode out his orgasm, whispering sweet praises in my ear.

With both our highs subsiding, André kissed my cheek.

I could only manage a weak nod. He climbed off the bed and helped me to my feet. I swayed, only being held upright by his arm around my waist. He glanced down at my neck, which had to have been turning red. “Was that too much? Did I hurt you? Did I⁠—”

I silenced him with a hand on his chest. “I’m okay.” Bashful, I glanced behind me. “I think the wet spot on your bed should be enough to tell you how much I enjoyed that.”

His mouth curled into that salacious grin, and he gave me a gentle kiss.

“W-w-was I good enough for you?” I stammered.

André furrowed his brows, as if I shouldn’t even be asking that question.

“Baby, you were perfect. How does a shower sound?”

“Wonderful.”

While André stripped the bed, I wobbled into the bathroom.

André tended to me first in the shower, washing my hair, then tenderly scrubbing down my body. While I leaned against the wall, he grabbed the sprayer on the side and began to wet his hair. I watched intently as he took his time, drenching the dense curls.

“You still want to learn?” he asked when he caught me looking.

“You’d trust me to do that? Ana said she never touches your hair.”

“Ana gets bleach happy so no, she doesn’t touch the hair,” he said with a smile, “but there’s not much you can mess up with water, and I can help.”

André washed and conditioned his hair, letting me stand under the scalding rainfall showerhead as did so. Without drying it, he handed me a towel and we stepped out. While I got dressed, he scooped something out of a jar and combed it through the curls. I dressed, and stepped up behind him at the mirror. I took a deep breath in, and something dawned on me.

“That’s why you always smell like coconut.”

André only smiled and pulled the stool from under the vanity sink. He grabbed another jar and handed it to me. “Use more than you think you need, and remember to brush it through.”

“Do you ever get tired of doing this?” I asked, beginning to work the cream through his hair section by section like he showed me.