He pulled me closer, pressing the firmness of his dick against my ass, never breaking the spell of our reflections. His voice dripped into my ear, steady affirmations that made my knees weak.
“Intelligent. Loving. Self-sufficient. Sexy. Every man’s desire.” “And this pussy—” his hand slid beneath my short skirt, cupping me through my panties—“this pussy is a nigga’s kryptonite.”
He fisted my hair, tugging my head back with a firmness that bordered on rough but never cruel, his mouth branding my neck with deep, sucking kisses. The pressure of his hand massaging my pussy against the sharp pleasure of his bite had my eyes rolling back until I finally closed them.
“Ahh!” I moaned as Hunter bit down harder.
“Did I tell you to close your eyes, Mahasin?”
“No, King, you didn’t,” I panted, my breath sharp and shallow. “Hunter, baby—you’re gonna make me cum in this hallway if you don’t stop.”
“Why would I ever want to stop you from cumming?” he asked, his voice thick with desire. Like the magician he was, he managed to slide my panties aside, just enough to slip two fingers deep inside me. His other hand left the back of my head and wandered to my breasts, kneading them one at a time with firm, claiming strokes.
“King,” I moaned.
“Sshhh… focus on cumming, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers worked me. He pumped deep,then shifted to a slow, deliberate circle inside my pussy, and that was it—my body was ready to unravel, to come undone all over his hand.
“Are you mine, Mahasin?”
“Yes!”
“You gonna be my wife?”
“Yes… Yes!”
Tears began to fall from my eyes, slowly falling down my face. The combination of desire, pressure, and the fact that I had to piss was a pleasurable pain that triggered animalistic behaviors.
“Hunter, hurry and let me fucking cum!”
He removed his fingers from my pussy, and it seemed like time froze. He gave me the scariest face of betrayal I’d ever seen, and the shit turned me on. His dark brown skin glowed under the light, his full beard framing a jaw cut from stone, tattoos climbing his muscular arms, his hazel eyes catching the light as his intense gaze burned straight through me.
Before I knew it, Hunter had spun me around, lifted me up, and sat my wide-hipped ass on one of the floating end tables lining the wall. I just knew we were going to be paying for property damage before the night was over. I scrambled to wrap my arms around his neck, ready to catch myself when this table gave out and sent me crashing to the floor—but he pressed into me instead, capturing both my wrists in one of his big hands and pinning them above my head against the wall. His breath was heavy, almost a growl.
“You’re not in charge, baby,” he whispered, his free hand swiftly tugging my panties down. “I’m about to let you go,” he confessed, sliding them into his suit jacket pocket like a pocket square.
“Hunter, what? I’ll fall,” I gasped, breath ragged with excitement and fear.
He dropped to his knees, those golden-green eyes locked on me, hunger spilling out of them. His body pressed me firmly against the wall, the only thing keeping me balanced on this damn shelf. “Have I ever let you fall?”
Before I could answer, gravity snatched me—but this magical nigga caught me by the waist, steadying me like I weighed nothing, before positioning me to sit right on his face. He wasted no time, slurping me like a melting Italian ice. His grip on my waist gave me all the stability I needed to ride his mouth, grinding shamelessly.
“That’s right, baby. Fuck my face. Watch yourself in the mirror while you do it.”
Now, why the hell did he tell me that? Heat flared through me, my mouth falling open, oxygen gone from the room. Hunter sucked my clit with just the right pressure, enough to have my legs trembling and spit sliding from my lips.
“King, I’m about to cum,” I moaned.
“Make that shit nasty, baby. Rub all that good shit on my face, likeVaselineon a winter day.”
“You are so nasty, Hunter—and I love that shit,” I panted.
“Disrespect the fuck outta me, Mahasin. I’m yours,” he growled.
And like clockwork, I broke—spilling down his throat, coating him, giving my baby the facial he demanded.
“Good fucking girl,” he said, swallowing my honey.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I giggled, easing off his face and trying to gather whatever sense I had left. “Someone could’ve caught us.”
