He liked being called baby too, it seemed.
Hunter’s mouth fell back on my pussy, gratified with my statement. The air erupted with filthy pussy-eating sounds and his appreciative hums, blending with my needy moans. He was so vocal when he licked and sucked, like this wasn’t only for my pleasure but his own too.
He was fully enraptured in the task, maintaining heady eye contact and showing me just how much he was enjoying my cunt.
“Hunter.” I gasped when his finger breached my opening. “Keep going.Please. You’re such a good boy.Mypretty boy.”
He. Fucking. Moaned.
My praise had him thrusting two thick fingers inside in a controlled and unhurried pace, fucking my pussy in tandem with his tongue, hitting all my spots. I cried out, knuckling the strands at his crown and tugging like a leash, practically riding his mouth like a wanton slut. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
If he dared to stop now, I was never going to forgive him.
He had no intentions, though, if the heated glint in his eyes was any indication. He roved his free hand over my stomach and breasts until it locked around my throat again like a manacle, the possessive clench enough to cause my exhale to stutter.
I was on cloud nine.
It was ironic how Hunter had Saint as a middle name, yet pleasured me like a deviant god whose sole existence revolved around bringing me to orgasm.
The combination of his heathen tongue, sinful fingers, and stubble rasping against my pussy was skyrocketing me to a newheight. I fisted the picnic blanket underneath me as he kept polishing my clit and caressing my inner walls like a man on a mission. My mind buzzed with the sounds of my squelching arousal, Hunter’s masculine groans, and my sobbing pleas.
I was there.
Right there.
And suddenly, it happened.
I came long and hard on a screaming moan. “Hunter.”
The release was so powerful, I no longer remembered where I began and where I ended. Distinctly, I felt Hunter withdraw his fingers from my contracting flesh and suck them into his mouth. His tongue went back to collect the evidence of my earth-shattering orgasm from my pussy and inner thighs. And his voice reverberated against me in something praise-like, but I was far too gone to register the words.
I was panting, slowly floating back to reality with tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. Completely sated and spent, I lay before him, throbbing. The cool breeze fondled my flushed skin like a balm and I unwove my fingers from Hunter’s hair.
Feeling his devilish smile on my pussy, I opened my eyes just in time to see him kissing my skin in worship.
“Good girl.”Kiss. “You followed my rule.”Kiss. “I’m so proud of you.”
My pulse was showing no signs of slowing down, fully enamoured with this man and the affection he doled out. I wanted so desperately to call him mine, even though I knew it wasn’t meant to be. Yet I couldn’t help but imagine a world where we were together—a world that wouldn’t get ruined by my shortcomings and flaws.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you coming.” He crawled over my body, peppering kisses as he journeyed up, pausing momentarily to kiss my nipples tenderly as thoughapologizing for his earlier rough treatment. God, I adored him. Hunter cupped my face and stared down at me, softness flickering in his eyes. “Thank you for giving me the honour.”
I wanted to cry. No man had ever cared to put my pleasure above his. And no man had ever beheld me the way Hunter did. Like I was the center of his entire being.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound emerged.
There weren’t enough words in the language to communicate what I felt in this moment.
Right now, I was unarmed with no control. Hunter had all of it, whether he realized it or not. He’d altered me in a way where I would never be the same again. First with his kiss, second with his kindness, third with his sweetness, fourth with his ability to always be there for me, and fifth with his need to please me in every way a man could please a woman.
Everyone else would pale in comparison to this once-in-a-lifetime individual, who was warm like the sun and shined bright like the stars in the sky above us.
Brushing his wet lips against mine, Hunter asked in a heated voice, “Have you ever tasted yourself?”
I blushed. “No.”
He grabbed my jaw in a possessive grip, parted my lips, and kissed me sloppily, letting my flavour infuse between our palates. A soft noise rumbled in the back of my throat as our tongues twined in the nastiest, sexiest kiss of my life.
I feared I was completely addicted to Hunter.
