The Hunter and Prey ❤️ Part - 3

[Jo****]

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In the heart of the city, untouched by Emily's usual haunts, stood the imposing Museum of Arcane Curiosities. Lucas's latest note, a sketch of the museum's towering spire and a time, had set her pulse racing with exhilaration and a thrill of danger. The museum was bathed in shadows, the air thick with the scent of ancient parchment and the whisper of forgotten secrets. Lucas awaited her by a statue of a demon, his eyes burning into hers as she approached. "Emily," he greeted, his voice a dark rumble, "You're late." She sauntered up to him, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the stone floor.
"Punctuality is for the meek, Lucas," she purred, her eyes never leaving his. He smirked, taking her hand and leading her into the labyrinthine depths of the museum. "I have plans for you, Emily. Plans that require patience."
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He led her to a hidden alcove, tucked behind a display of ancient *** devices. Pushing her against the cold stone wall, he grabbed her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples, already hard beneath her thin dress. "No bra, Emily?" he asked, his voice a growl. She shook her head, her eyes defiant. "I wanted to feel every touch, Lucas." He groaned, his hands moving down, bunching her dress up around her waist. He ripped her panties aside, his fingers finding her slick pussy, stroking, pushing in. He withdrew, bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking her juices off with a feral hunger. "Delicious," he said, his eyes locked onto hers. He dropped to his knees, his hands pushing her legs apart. He leaned in, his tongue finding her clit, licking, sucking, his fingers pushing into her, curling, stroking that spot deep inside. She moaned, her hands clawing at his hair, her body writhing as she came, her release coating his fingers, his tongue.
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He stood, his hands unbuckling his belt, his cock springing free, already hard and eager. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her back against the wall. He plunged into her, a hard, deep thrust that had her crying out. He began to move, his hips pistoning, his cock filling her, stretching her. He leaned down, his mouth finding her breast, biting, marking her sensitive flesh with his teeth. He withdrew, his hands turning her around, her hands against the wall, her ass pushed out. He ran his hands over her, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, her thighs. He spat, his saliva landing on her asshole, his thumb rubbing it in, pushing in. He plunged into her ass, a hard, deep thrust that had her screaming. He moved faster, his cock and thumb pistoning in and out, his body slapping against hers. He withdrew, his hands pushing her to her knees. He fisted his cock, his hand moving up and down, his eyes locked onto hers. "Open your mouth, Emily,"
he growled.
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She obeyed, her mouth opening wide. He groaned, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her mouth, spilling over, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. He helped her up, his hands wiping the cum from her chin, his thumb pushing it into her mouth. "Swallow every drop, Emily," he commanded. She obeyed, her tongue licking her lips, her throat working as she swallowed. He led her to a secluded chamber filled with ancient artifacts, the air heavy with the scent of history and desire. He locked the door behind them, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Today, Emily," he said, his voice a low growl, "I'm going to fuck you like the whore you are. From top to bottom, I'm going to use every hole." He pushed her to her knees, his hands unbuckling his belt, his cock springing free. He fisted his cock, his hand moving up and down, his eyes locked onto hers.
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"Suck me, Emily," he commanded. She obeyed, her mouth opening wide, her tongue licking the head of his cock, her lips wrapping around his shaft, sucking, licking, her head bobbing up and down. He withdrew, his hands pushing her to her feet, turning her around, her hands against the wall. He lifted her dress, his hands pushing her torn panties aside, his cock plunging into her pussy, a hard, deep thrust that had her gasping. He began to move, his hips pistoning, his cock filling her, stretching her. He leaned down, his mouth finding her breast, biting, marking her sensitive flesh with his teeth. He withdrew, his hands turning her around, her hands against the wall, her ass pushed out. He ran his hands over her, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, her thighs. He spat again, his saliva landing on her asshole, his thumb rubbing it in, pushing in. He plunged into her ass, a hard, deep thrust that had her screaming.
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He began to move, his hips pistoning, his cock filling her, stretching her. He leaned down, his mouth finding her pussy, his tongue licking, sucking, his fingers pushing into her, curling, stroking that spot deep inside. He withdrew, his hands pushing her to her knees, his cock fisting, his hand moving up and down. "Open your mouth, Emily," he growled. She obeyed, her mouth opening wide. He groaned, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her mouth, spilling over, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. He helped her up, his hands wiping the cum from her chin, his thumb pushing it into her mouth. "Swallow every drop, Emily," he commanded. She obeyed, her tongue licking her lips, her throat working as she swallowed. He pulled her against him, his hands stroking her hair, her back. "You're my filthy little whore, aren't you, Emily?" he said, his voice a low purr. She nodded, her eyes locked onto his.
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"Yes, Lucas. I'm your filthy little whore." He smiled, a slow, satisfied smile. "Good girl," he said, his hands releasing her, his body turning, walking away, leaving her panting, her body still tingling, her mind already racing with next Sunday's possibilities. She touched her lips, swollen from his kisses, her fingers trailing down to her neck, to the marks he'd left. She smiled, a secret, wicked smile. She couldn't wait.
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