prey luring predator

Chapter 4 Angelina

I didn't realize that I almost choked to death until, I felt some splash of water over me. My eyes fluttered open, locking with his. Gosh! I thought I was strong, I thought I could fuck with him and overpowered him but, he's a sex freak.

He didn't even me time to regain my consciousness when he'd slipped in his huge cock to my cunt. The tip of his cock was trying to find its way to my cunt. He was trying to push it because my cunt was tight. I never did expect his next actions, he slipped in with force and I screamed the air out of my lungs endeavoring to grasp the sheet with my fingers.

Jack never take it easy, as he thrust in faster than I could've ever imagined. “Slut,” He will call, spanked on my ass and grind me so fast. He was doing missionary style with me, at a point; jack have to raise one of my leg up so as my left leg was highly placed on his while my right leg was trying to balance in the bed.

“Oh yeah, please.” I let out a faint moan, my energy were gone. I wasn't prepared enough for this. I feel him pulled out, slipping his cock into my asshole. I whimpered at the same time, wriggling on the bed.

His hands find their way to my breast. He prickled on the tips of my nipples. He pinched on them, suddenly he stopped and start smooching on them, he was squeezing my breast so tightly, pressing them as if the milk in there will come out.

“I want to force out the milk in their slut.” His gaze never left mine, I was amused by his fucking style. He never moaned, rather I was the one whimpering, moaning, wincing and trying to break loose under his fierce grasp. I was like a cherry in the mouth of a human. He was supposed to be my prey, not me becoming his?

Pulling his cock out of my ass, he swirled me around and makes my ass press's hardly on his cock. “Doggy style, one of my favourite style.” I hummed, but all that stopped. He was loosing my tied hands and withdraw himself from me.

“How old are you slut?” This question wakes up the deadly worms in my stomach as they make some terrible noise, rumbling and swirling around. What have age got to do with sex? There's no point trying to lie to him. “21 but will click 22 next two months.” The rustling sounds from his grunts makes me crossed my eyes at him.

“I'm 46.” He chimed as if that were his achievement. I rolled my eyes, watching him going to the couch side. He sat down, bringing his hand closer to his cock. What the hell was he trying to do?

“What the hell are you trying to do? What have age got to do with you pounding me?” I yelled at him, flaring up at his antagonizing face, but he never gives a dam.

“You're a child, might die under my hold.” What an insult to my reputation, “die?” I tried not to gloat at his words. He shouldn't mind me being weak at the first time. It was because I wasn't prepared in the first place.

“What if I take drugs?” These words poured out from my mouth without full permission from my brain. Was waiting for his response, the silence was equivalent to suspense in a thriller of actions movies. “Hello…” I cooed to remind him that I was waiting for his fucking response.

“Do you really want me to fuck with you?” This man and stupidity are 5 and 6. If I didn't want him to do that, would I have allowed him in the first place?

“Yes, please,” I squealed in a pity tone. He was stroking on his cock, trying to ejaculate. “Do you need help with that?” He gave me a flippant shrugs.

“If you want me to fuck with you, you've to fulfil some tasks.” A loud laughter find its way out of my parted mouth. Couldn't control the urge of me not trying to laugh hard.

“What task?” The inquisitive part of me asked. He pretends as if he never hears me, rising slowly from the couch, he dipped his cock in the couch and start fucking it deep. I was surprised, when be being done, the couch was ripped apart yet his cock stand erected. “OMG,”

“Be a stripper at the bar, I love strippers but haven't finds my favorite. They are all dancing wacky, can you?” His words sound more like a request. How did he know that I was a stripper, I love to strip, that's my profession.

“What if I don't know how to do it?”

“Go to the bar on daily basis and watched them do it. I know you're a fast learner.” His words sound more like an encouragement. That was cool by me.

“But you didn't even fuck me?” I smirked my face, feigning annoyance but the grinning on my face melt when I saw his cute face.

“Your reward, will be for you to fuck me, not me fucking with you. You will have me tied up, you will suck my cock and fuck on them, giving me cowgirl style, reversed cowgirl.” This goes well with me, if I'm going to tie him up to have sex with him, then I guess it would be easier to have him killed.

“But,” My heart jumped at his words, they were running a thousand miles. The thudding from it was filling the entire room.

“But what?” My shaky voice managed to uttered amidst dry throat. His gazes were lustful, his facial expressions were dating.

“You will have to impressed me while stripping. If I felt moved by your stripping, then I would take you for a night,” This sounds ridiculous, this man was toiling with my intelligence. I would've given up on him, but the fact that he was my prey.

It doesn't matter, I tried to calm myself. Assuring myself that it was just a dance strip. He just said it himself, that he hasn't been able to get enticed by any of the stripper. He wants me to seduce him. “And if I'm unable to strip well.”

“I will go for the best stripper, there are always competitors. You better braced yourself up, so you won't lose me to them. I might forget about you, if I see the one that pleases me.”

“I'm certain, I would win.”

“Overconfidence makes a toad get drowned in a shallow river. I bet you go to the bar today at 8pm and watch your competitors performs. VIP lounge, pay to get in.” He winked, and I felt that there were more to his sudden request.

This was a challenge to me, and I will prove it to him, that I will beat up the fucking strippers in the club and won his way into the entrance of my smoothie hole.

“Agreed?” His husky voice paved the way and breaks into my concentration, I was distracted, and I darted my gaze at him, parting my lips in response to his words. I shouldn't just agree, I should reason, he wants me in the VIP lounge? Isn't something fishy about this?