I’d momentarily lost the ability to form a coherent sentence, gasping in lieu of giving him my reply when he thrust another inch inside of my pussy.
And Hunter ate the sound with a racy kiss, my fingers curling into his broad shoulders. I couldn’t believe he’d done that. Couldn’t believe he was still doing it, inserting a third inch in mytight hole. Couldn’t believe how much I was loving it, my hips shamelessly bucking. “H-Hunter,” I finally chastised, my voice shaky but playful. “N-none of that was very gentlemanly of you.”
He withdrew the champagne bottle while I nearly cried out at the loss and brought it between us, evaluating the glistening mess coating its neck. His devilish tongue snaked out to lick at my juices before he took a sip of the expensive liquor, keeping his lusty stare fixed on me. “Wearing a dress that messes with my sanity and rubbing your ass all over my dick during a game of darts isn’t very ladylike of you either,” he said with an arrogant but seductive grin. “Nor is stripping down to your birthday suit in a locked office with the man who’s dying to fuck you. Act like a bad girl and you’ll get treated like one, Gabriela.”
God, I wanted Hunter to treat me like a bad girl. “What’s stopping you?”
Smirking, he fisted the hair at my nape and craned my head back. “I asked you a question. Decide, sweetheart, before I make the decision for you.”
After a sexually charged beat, I whispered, “Both.”
Hunter’s blue eyes flared and he jerked slightly, excitement winding through the lines of his body. The hold around my hair loosened as I began kissing my way down his muscular frame, worshipping every inch I could reach like he wasmyreligion, making sure to flick his nipple piercing just to hear that rough moan of his that I loved so much. My goodness, he was decadent. Comfort and sin wrapped around my senses. All at once.
Before I could come to a knee in front of him, Hunter haphazardly threw his dress shirt down so my bare knees didn’t touch the floor.
“Have you been dreaming of this?” I undid his belt buckle, lowered his zipper—the sound magnified in the quiet room—and reached into his black boxer briefs to take out his cock. It washot, veiny, long, and so thick in my palm. I fisted him from root to tip slowly, marvelling at its sheer magnificence.
“Yes.” Hunter groaned gutturally. My clit pulsed. I could feel my arousal trickling down my inner thigh. Widening his legs, he perched back against the edge of the desk and gripped it on either side, his knuckles turning white from exertion. “Haven’t stopped thinking about it since you first took me in your mouth, Gabby.”
“Me neither,bello.” My tongue lolled out to lick along his balls and the underside of his cock, smiling at his reaction—the curses and groans escaping him—before lapping at the pearly drop on his plump head. To me, his taste and scent were sublime. And though I’d only sucked him off once, I knew I wanted to do it again not only for him but because bringing him pleasure also broughtmepleasure. “You’re the biggest I’ve ever seen and I love that I have you all to myself.”
His hand enclosed around the end of my necklace, gently yanking at the diamonds like a rein. “D-didn’t realize I was signing up for such a greedy girlfriend.”
Girlfriend. My heart soared as our gazes clashed. Hunter slipped up, but he wasn’t taking it back, based on the hard set of his jaw. He meant it. The title was mine to take. We hadn’t spoken about official labels yet, but this moment cemented what we were to one another.
“Possessive, too.” I spat on his length and massaged it with two hands, peering up at him through my lashes with a saucy expression. “You’re mine, Hunter.”
It was his turn to stare at me in awed disbelief, blue eyes soft, chest heaving with his breaths. Oh, he was so smitten with me, blushing the second I claimed him as mine.
“Good. That’s all I ever want to be,” he said with a raw edge, struggling and failing to keep himself in control as I jerked his cock. With a shaky hand, he reached into his back pocketfor his leather wallet, flipped it open, plucked out his black card…and dropped it on my lap. “There. Spend to your heart’s content. Drain me of every cent. I don’t give a fuck.” He grunted, throwing his head back when I sucked his tip with light pressure. “Just please let me feel your mouth again, baby.”
Who was I to deny him when he begged so nicely—when he laid his entire fortune at my feet?
With a deep breath, I got to work, licking and sucking his eight inches like he was my favourite candy. Getting myself reacquainted with the familiar feel of his thickness stretching my jaw. Getting myself hornier with every cheek-hugging pull and watching his taut stomach muscles flex, his face transforming with dark lust, his hands misbehaving as they ran through my hair, slapped my swaying tits, and tugged on my diamond necklace in a pleading motion to not pull away until his cum was painted all over me. “Mmfuck. You’re driving me crazy. God, I love this mouth. Love it so much, baby.”
He made me so hot that I didn’t have a choice but to dip my hand towards my pussy. I rubbed my slit. Played with my clit. Thrust a finger into my opening. All while I sucked him off. His dick seemed to grow even thicker under my affection, along with the volume of his beastly groans. He was close. I could feel it. It wouldn’t be long before he came.
His expression was feral as he watched me gobble up his inches without a gag reflex and finger myself like a fiend. “Gabriela,” he growled when I gently scraped my teeth along the vein pulsing on the underside of his shaft, giving him the roughness he so enjoyed. “Put another finger in your pussy.” I did. “Another.” Again, I obeyed, my moan muffled around a mouthful of cock. “Fuck yourself the way I would.” I rode my hand eagerly. “Yes, just like that. Mm. You’re dripping all over my shirt like a slut. Go ahead. Keep making a mess. I’ll lick you clean after I get mine.”
My eyes rolled back, awash with pleasure.
Hunter let me control the pace, refraining from grabbing my head and crudely pumping his shaft inside of me like a fucksleeve. Even though he wanted to.Badly. Instead, he was content enjoying the show, his tumultuous gaze bouncing from my stuffed pussy to my stuffed mouth. He couldn’t get enough of me. He’d never have enough of me, my poor pretty boy. I had him wrapped around my fingers.
Sweat began to perspire on his skin. I wanted to lick him all over, taste the salt on my palate, and cover him with hickeys and teeth marks. It was a rapacious thought to have, but I was rarely in my right mind where Hunter was concerned. It was his fault. He’d made me completely addicted to him.
When Hunter raised his hand to clutch the hair at my crown and used it to yank me off his cock with a prominentpop, I cried out in protest, glaring and pouting.
He was well aware that he ruined my fun, the sexy smirk on his lips a telltale sign. He tugged on my necklace again, not letting me retreat too far. “Beautiful little brat,” he rasped, his breathing choppy like mine. “You like my cock that much?”
I panted. “Obsessed with it—withyou.”
A rough, amoral sound escaped him. He loved hearing my statement. “Do you want a drink, Gabriela?”
That was what I was vying for. His cum overflowing my mouth. Assuming his dominant streak needed to hear it aloud, I tongued the droplets of cum trickling from his engorged tip and said, “Yes, please.”
Hunter picked up the champagne again, a quarter of the bubbly remaining, and gave it a swirl.
Realization didn’t dawn on me until he tipped the bottle and a slow stream of amber liquid poured down his thick cock and into my awaiting mouth. “Open wide, doll.”
