Huntress by J L Taft

once.
    Panting, she reached for the end of the table above her,
clamping her fingers around the edge. One of his hands roughly shoved her shirt
up and over her breasts.
    “You don’t need me to be gentle do you, baby?” he asked as
he suddenly sucked a puckered nipple into his mouth.
    She shook her head, her thought process detached from her
voice. She wanted him any way he was willing to give himself at the moment.
    He smirked down at her but it was a side of him she was just
now becoming accustomed to. It was an open smile but there was something
devilish hidden in the depths of his look. Something that called to her on a
level she had buried for far too long.
    It scared the shit out of her.
    But it only added to the intensity of the moment.
    He lowered his head and kissed his way down her neck,
nipping gently when he got to her collarbone.
    “Mmmmm,” she moaned when he bit a little harder on her
shoulder.
    “Like that?” he asked.
    “Yeah,” she groaned.
    “I can do something else that you will like even more, I
think.” He didn’t give her a chance to consider his words before he flipped her
over on the table. He guided her gently and then helped her out of her shirt.
    Fiona felt his gaze travel down her back then down over her
naked ass. His hands came to her hips, gripping them tightly.
    “You look amazing like this,” he whispered roughly. “Spread
your legs wider.”
    There was a commanding tone in his voice and she obeyed
without thinking about it.
    “Put your hands above your head, Fiona.”
    When she had done what he demanded she felt her breasts
pressing into the hard wood of the table. It was erotic to be posed in a way
she knew he really liked. She could hear his breathing getting heavier above
her.
    Trent’s warm hands slid from her hips up her sides and then
her ribs. He stopped when he got to the sensitive undersides of her arms. His
fingers went to her hair and she felt him separate it into pieces and loosely
braid it to hang in the center of her back.
    The feel of his hands manipulating her hair was wonderful
and she relaxed against the table.
    He moved away and then his hand came down swiftly on her
left ass cheek. It cracked when it hit and she felt the sting of it settle in
and get momentarily worse in the few seconds afterward.
    But then there was a warm heat spreading across her ass, and
her pussy quivered in response.
    The first slap had caught her by surprise but she was ready
for the second one. His hand came down on the other side and she couldn’t stop
the short shout that escaped her lips.
    “Do you like that, baby?” he asked her, his voice low and
rough. “It looks so good from where I’m standing.”
    Fiona nodded.
    “Tell me if you like it,” he demanded.
    “Yes, I like it!” she finally got out.
    He rained a few more quick slaps down on her and then
flipped her back over on the table.
    The cool wood felt amazing on her overheated rear and she
gripped the table above her head harder.
    She heard the grate of his zipper as he released his cock
from his pants.
    Frantic now, with her body throbbing, she let go of the
table to sit up and shove his jeans down when he took a second too long. She
struggled, he let her, a smile on his face and his arms braced on either side
of her, trapping her between his hard body and the table.
    She managed to get his jeans down to mid-thigh before she
gave up. Taking her hands, he placed them to grasp the edge of the table again,
growling out, “You’re going to need to hold on to that.”
    She could do no more than nod. Taking a foil packet from his
pocket, he rolled the condom on quickly. Grabbing her hips, he held her still
as he shoved into her. A loud scream of pleasure was ripped from her throat.
    He stayed that way, holding his body tense as she convulsed
around his rock-hard cock. Her hips tried to buck and grind against him but he
held her in a steely-tight grip.
    When her explosions subsided to tremors he moved his hands
up to