“That’s it,” he encourages, his hands guiding my movements. “Take what you want.”
I lift myself, then sink back down on his length, my body welcoming him with embarrassing eagerness. He fills me, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur.
I grind against him in a languid rhythm, still sensitive from the first orgasm. Hunter grows impatient with my pace, his fingers digging painfully into my hips.
“Take off your dress,” he commands.
I pull the fabric over my head, exposing my black lace bra. Hunter’s eyes darken as he stares at my breasts, his expression almost feral. Without warning, he tears the delicate material, exposing me completely.
“Fuck,” he growls, “your tits are perfect.”
His mouth closes around one nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before he bites down—hard enough to make me cry out, but not enough to hurt truly. The pain blurs into pleasure as his tongue soothes the sting.
“You like that?” His voice is dangerous, knowing. “When I mark what’s mine?”
He moves to my other breast, treating it to the same rough attention. His teeth sink in deeper this time, leaving an impression of his dental pattern on my flesh. I arch into the sensation, a moan escaping my lips.
“Bounce on my cock like the greedy little whore you are,” he demands, his hands guiding my hips into a faster rhythm. “Show me how badly you need it.”
I comply, lifting myself and dropping back down, taking him deeper with each roll of my hips. The friction is exquisite, overwhelming.
“That’s it,” he hisses, his breath hot against my abused nipple. “Fuck yourself on me like you’ve been dreaming about since you first saw me.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. He’s right because I have been dreaming of this.
“You’re not your sister’s perfect little Aurora anymore,” he taunts, biting the underside of my breast hard enough to bruise. “You’re mine now. My cock-hungry slut.”
The combination of his cruel words, sharp teeth, and the perfect angle of his thrusts pushes me toward the edge again.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growls, sensing my impending orgasm. “Bounce until you come all over my cock.”
I lose myself in his command, bouncing faster on his cock, chasing the pleasure building inside me. The degradation in his words shouldn’t excite me. They should make me angry, make me stop, but instead, they fuel something dark and hungry inside me.
“That’s right,” Hunter growls, one hand tightening in my hair while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise. “Show me what a filthy slut you are for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, the admission burning my throat on its way out. “Yes, I’m yours.”
His eyes flash with satisfaction. “Look at you, fucking yourself on your sister’s fiancé.” His teeth graze my neck. “So desperate for my cock you can’t even think straight.”
I should feel ashamed, but his words only drive me higher. Each degrading comment peels away another layer of restraint until I’m nothing but raw, exposed need.
“But you take me so perfectly,” he adds, his voice softening momentarily. “Like you were made for my cock.”
The praise mixed with degradation sends sparks down my spine. I grind harder, chasing the building pressure.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“Please what?” Hunter’s hand cracks across my ass, the sting making me clench around him. “Say it.”
“Please let me come,” I whimper, beyond pride now. “I need to come on your cock.”
His laugh is dark as he pinches my nipple brutally. “Then come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
The command breaks something inside me. I cry out as the orgasm rips through me, his name tearing from my throat repeatedly. “Hunter! Oh god, Hunter!”
I feel him grinding his teeth against my shoulder, fighting his own release, but my body’s contractions are too much. He groans savagely as he bucks up, his cock pulsing inside me.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Your pussy gets so tight when you come. I can’t—” His words dissolve into a primal growl as he empties himself inside me, his fingers digging into my flesh.
