Hey guys! I know I wasn't good with updating this story for a LONG time and I'm very sorry. I don't know any other way to make up for it, besides this last chapter. I've been spending my break writing a lot because I needed it, so I think you guys deserve this :) Thanks for the reviews! Please Enjoy The Last Chapter of "The Maneater"...

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THE MAN-EATER-CHAPTER 3

"Every woman is a rebel, and usually in a wild revolt against herself."

Pants were thrown, a bra was tossed and shirts were long gone by this time in the game.

"Can't keep up with me?" Clare asked Eli, her breath hitting his neck, making him shiver in pleasure as he smirked, kissing her lips roughly, "I was about to ask you the same question."

Clare was never in bed with a man who was so raw, so rough, so mind-boggling that he made her cheeks flush with delight, "You're blushing," he told her, pointing out the obvious.

She reached over to turn off the lamp beside her bed, and he growled, turning it back on while heaving, "I want to see your face."

"That's a first," Clare leaned down, kissing his lips as she rocked her hips into his bare erection.

Eli was in heaven, a beautiful woman grinding on his dick above him, making him get lost in his own thoughts. She was a tease, just simply rubbing against him, not letting him enter nor disapproving of an effort.

Eli's head curled into the pillow beneath his head, as he moaned, feeling her cold hand grasp his cock. At first, Eli didn't believe that this was happening, that the all famous 'man-eater' was on top of him, tugging at his cock.

"I'm tired, I don't want to do this," she groaned, letting go of Eli's cock as he looked at her in pure defeat, until he offered, "W-what if I do the work? I promise I'll get you off."

"So you're going to jerk off underneath me then get me off?" Clare asked, grinning devishly as she placed kisses on his neck, "N-no...I was thinking more of an intercourse related thing..."

"Can I trust you not to bore me to death?" She asked him, kissing his lips, grinding into his pulsing erection, his cock nearly slipping inside of her until she pulled back. Her fingers raked over his chest, curling his light happy trail with her fingers.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, so senseless that you'll be begging me to stop. How does that sound?" Eli asked, flipping them over so Clare was no beneath him, biting back her bottom lip flirtatiously.

"Sounds unrealistic to me, considering I'm always the one who is being begged to stop," She grinned up at him, her eyebrows quirking devishly as Eli kissed her neck, sucking on the skin.

"There's a first for everything, right?" Eli asked her, his chest heaving against her breasts as she nodded, "I'll trust you...stranger, but for now, I'm horny as hell and I didn't hear a word you said, so please, just do me a favor and fuck me."

"Will do," With that being said, Eli rammed into Clare's tight hole, and he groaned from the skin on skin contact. He was immediately brought into a sexual frenzy, feeling her tight walls engulfing his cock.

At first, Clare didn't even moan, only feeling what she feels with every other low life guy she trusts. Until, Eli did something Clare had never seen or felt before, he took Clare's right breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over her nipple as he thrusted into her at the same time.

"O-oh," She moaned loudly, her voice being cut off by Eli's lips as he smirked against her jawline, jokingly saying, "That's always a womens weakness...they can't back down from a tit sucker."

Clare was unresponsive, lost in another world as Eli thrusted into her, hitting her core each time as he rubbed her clit. His mouth latched onto her breast, placing kisses in the valley of her chest.

"H-harder," Clare complained, as Eli gripped her hips, digging his nails into her flesh as he brought her closer, ramming into her as hard as he could. She gripped the sheets beneath her in tiny fists, trying her best to concentrate as the man above her gave it his all, doing everything he could to please her.

"Hm, hm, right there! Oh God! W-what's your name? What's you name?" Clare called out as Eli snapped his head up from her stomach, where he was previously making his way down to suck her clit as he said, "Eli."

The way he said his name, his cold breath tickling her clit made her back arch as she moaned, "Oh Eli...hm, right there! Oh thank you, thank you."

She was out of breath as he pulled up from her pelvic area, only to latch his lips onto her mouth, slipping his tongue through her panting lips, "I want to hear you beg for this, beg."

"I-I want you, I want you! Harder!" Clare cheered, and for the first time, in a long time, she was the one to beg for the guy.

It wasn't the other way around.

Clare couldn't take it anymore as her walls clenched and unclenched around his cock, her cum coating his dick. Her heart was racing, thudding with fervour. He licked his lips, not even close to done with her yet.

"That," she breathed out, "was," she licked her lips, looking up at her ceiling, "amazing."

"We're not done yet," he said, bringing Clare closer to him, as he laid down on his back, ordering seductively, "Move."

Clare nodded, still trying to regain her breath as she began to ride him. She tossed her head back, biting back her bottom lip, breathing heavily as Eli snaked his hands up to her breasts, gripping them gently in his hands.

Her breasts fit perfectly in the palms of his hands, massaging them as she moaned when Eli surprisingly brought his fingers down to her clit, rubbing it vigorously for her pleasure. Eli gasped, quickly and unexpectedly coming to an end when Clare pressed her lips against his nipple, pecking his chest.

The way her lips felt against Eli's chest, Eli's body nonetheless, put his whole figure into a different world.

"S-so beautiful," he whimpered against Clare's ear, coming up to peck her cheek as he pulled back, glaring seductively into her lust filled eyes, "I-I'm still not done with you...I want you...every which way I can have you."

"If you think you're going to do me in the butt you can dream on," Clare informed Eli jokingly as he smirked, "Then I'll take you by force..."

Clare pretended to fight off Eli, role-playing if you will, and with one swift turn, Clare was trembling on her belly. Eli groaned, his erection pressing against her ass as he gripped her hips, slamming them back to his chest.

Eli lined up his cock with her entrance from the back and Clare heaved, "You know...this is the first time I'm letting a guy do me in the butt. You should feel special Eli, very very special."

"Oh believe me, I do," he whispered against her back, placing a kiss on her spine as he then thrusted into her, a moan erupting from her lips.

Clare's knees were weak as Eli continued to ram into her, not letting up an ounce of his force or stopping for a second just so she could catch her breath. But if he let her do that, then that would take the fun out of this insanely pleasurable night.

"Oh god Eli, that feels so good," she moaned, praising Eli for his work as he walls clenched around his cock.

She was tight, even from the back.

Her moans and squeaks gave Eli a boost of confidence. He smirked, pressing his lips against her cold shoulder blade and as he continued to push inside her, he smoothed his hands over her breasts.

They were sensitive, and by this time tonight, any touch would make Clare writhe in ecstasy.

Clare buried her head in the sheets, her mouth muffled by the blanket as her toes curled when Eli shoved his dick inside her, pounding it in a place that was unknown to her. The feeling was brutal, in a good way of course.

She moaned loudly, screaming his name out as he reached down, deciding to help her out, knowing that this position was not a woman's favorite position. Eli's fingers rubbed her clit, as she chanted his name under her breath.

It was as if everything he touched, turned to boiling, fiery pleasure.

As Clare and Eli both came to a heart pounding end, Clare slowly made her way to turn around, to let out an exhausted sigh. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising up and down as Eli laid beside her, licking his chapped lips.

His sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead as he wrapped his arm around her waist, resting on her right breast as she asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm cuddling with the most amazing woman in the world, so don't ruin this moment for me," he told her, closing his eyes and listening to her heart beat beneath her breast.

He smiled, pecking the tiny birth mark beneath her breast as he whispered, "You're the most amazing woman on this earth...did you know that, Clare Edwards?"

"You called me by my real name," she whispered, tears forming in the rims of her eyes, and she didn't even know why. She was a hardcore, motorcycle riding, blow/hand job giving "man-eater" as she was labeled, why was she showing the complete stranger her weak side?

"Doesn't anyone else call you that?" Eli asked, astonished at how he was the first one to call her Clare, and she shrugged her shoulders, "Other than my parents, who have abounded me, and you, nobody."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he whispered, kissing her lips to comfort her as she pushed him away, "What are you doing?"

"I just fucked you forwards and backwards, made you cum probably more than three times, the least you can do is let me kiss you," Clare nodded slightly at his point as he wrapped his fingers in her curly hair, bringing her towards his lips as they kissed for what felt like the first time although they both knew they had kissed more than they could count.

"Y-you have to go," she whispered, breaking the kiss as he said, "You really are the 'fuck em' and kick em' out' kind of person aren't you?"

He growled in annoyance, just trying to spend time with this woman and as he was throwing his clothes on, he sighed, turning to her, "You know, maybe if you didn't kick every guy you fuck with out of their house after you're pleased, maybe more people would call you Clare! Maybe, just maybe people won't know you for your amazing blow jobs and teasing sex life! Maybe, just maybe, you won't be called the Man-eater anymore!"

She sniffled, and as Eli gripped the doorknob to her apartment, she whispered, "If it makes you feel any better...you where the only guy I actually liked, and the only guy I let step foot in my apartment who wasn't my dad."

"Aren't I special?" He asked, smirking as she said, "If you stick around, maybe I can answer that question."

Eli couldn't believe that the Man-eater, the woman who captured his body in a night club, the person who completely changed his view on sex, was asking him...a no good, junk food eating, hopeless romantic to stay at her place.

"I would love that, Clare Edwards."

END OF THE MAN-EATER

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