King of my heart.
How I adored this blue-eyed, dark-haired, gentle beast of a man.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I get you.”
His answer was to kiss me in the middle of a crowded hallway.
After that, I put Hunter’s key to good use just days later.
Friday evening was our date night and I went to his home earlier to begin preparations while he was at football practice. My boyfriend arrived just in time to find me in the kitchen, wearing the red lace nightie he bought me and red oven mitts with hearts on them, holding a baked lasagna in my hands.
“Welcome home,bello,” I said with a mischievous smile, placing the dish on the counter. “You’re just in time for dinner.”
Hunter dropped his duffel bag on the floor and prowled, his expression dark and hungry. Wordlessly, he picked me up, plonked me onto the island counter, pushed my legs wide—causing my lingerie to hike to my waist—and settled himself on a bar stool.
“H-Hunter?” I squeaked out in surprise.
He wrapped his arms around my thighs, jerked me forward, and slapped my bare pussy hard. “Hush, doll.” His tongue dragged along my slit, parting me open. “I’m eating.”
I moaned and writhed and screamed as he made a meal out of me.
Hunter ate my pussy until I nearly lost my voice.
But he wasn’t done there.
He dragged us into the shower. We were a tangle of wet limbs and white-hot need, kissing and groping each other. Once the soap washed away, Hunter turned me around to face the tiled wall before dropping to his knees behind me.
He buried his face in my cheeks to eat my ass.
“Hunter!” Eyes wide, my hand reached out to clutch at a fistful of his hair…whether to stop him or to keep going, I didn’t know.
The answer became apparent when he thrust two fingers into my slick pussy at the same time and curled them against my G-spot. Coupled with his tongue licking my puckered hole, a foreign sensation I suddenly found pleasant, I was now in heaven.
Oh, God. I…I might need this all the time.
“Mm, you like that, don’t you?” he crooned, his misbehaving tongue relentless.
Myyescame out garbled as I fell apart, vision dancing with stars.
I had a few seconds to brace my palms against the wall when Hunter stood up, lined his tip with my opening, and bottomed inside my pussy in a smooth go.
I whimpered.
“Tell me I’m a good boy, Gabby,” he rasped, gripping my hips and thrusting into me with a vengeance, our skins smacking together in a cacophony with the shower water.
“S-such a good boy, Hunt.”
He groaned, going harder and faster. “Play with your clit, baby. I want you to come with me.”
Once we finished, Hunter drew me out of the shower and patted my skin dry with a warmed towel. He followed it up by putting lotion on me, combing my wet hair, and slinging his clean football jersey over my body.
We reheated the lasagna and ate before migrating over to the living room with Luna, who decided to park herself in her princess-style bed. Hunter put on a romantic comedy that I selected and then he sprawled over the large sectional sofa in grey sweats—the sluttiest thing a man could wear, in my humble opinion.
I lay on top of his muscular frame, my legs on either side of him, and my arms folded over his chest with my chin resting on them.
“Is there a reason why you’re staring at me and not watching the movie?” he inquired, running his hands down my back.
I couldn’t help it. He was so handsome. My finger traced the shape of his smiling lips. “You’re more interesting to look at.”
