“Y-yes,” I stutter. Who knew Hunter could be so demanding? I always figured he’d be sort of quiet in the bedroom. Suddenly, he’s gone full-blown Daddy Dom. It’s hot as hell. “You’re super bossy.”
He chuckles and wraps his hands around my hips, tugging me up and over his narrow legs until he’s got me exactly where he wants me. Like before, my pussy is pressed against his cock. Only now, it’s just his boxers separating us. How easy it would be to pull them down and free his hot length. I could take him into my hands, my mouth. I could taste and torture him in all the best ways. I could feel him, reallyfeel him,for the first time in my life.
I could, but as Hunter grinds me against his cock and slides his hands up my ribs, I forget about everything else.
“I can’t wait to taste your pussy, Ella,” he murmurs, palming my heavy breasts. His fingers pinch my nipples until they throb with heat. “But first, I need to feel these in my mouth.”
With that, he yanks me forward and sucks a nipple between his teeth. I moan, watching as he explores my breasts with his mouth and fingers. He bites down gently, testing my limits. I cry out and my eyes snap to the door.
Our room was down a long corridor filled with doors, much like in a hotel. I didn’t see anyone else around, but I have no idea how thin the walls are. The last thing I need is for someone who thinks I’m a goddamned mafia queen to hear me moaning.
A sharp burst of pain follows the sound of flesh slapping flesh. I shoot a shocked look down at Hunter.
“Did you just slap my boob?” I whisper-hiss.
“What did I tell you before?” He cocks a brow. “Do you want to come or not? We can just go back to bed.”
“If you leave me this wet and horny, I’ll go in the bathroom and finish myself off,” I threaten. We both know it’s an empty threat. I’m too chicken-shit to masturbate five feet from him.
His eyes flare. “Would the guys let you get away with a threat like that?” I blanch. Hell no, they wouldn’t. Hunter hums. “Thought so. Now, where was I?”
His tongue traces a trail between my breasts, and I whimper, my thighs tightening around his. He reaches my throat and bites down, sucking my flesh between his teeth. I drop my hands to the blanket beneath him and hold on for dear life, while Hunter explores me with his mouth, teeth and tongue.
He’s messy and all over the place, moving from my neck to my shoulder, then back down to my breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth while twisting the other. His palms grope and squeeze. His lips leave a trail of delicious marks I’ll likely obsess over in the light of day. All the while, I rock my hips against his cock, shaking every time his tip hits my clit.
“I’m so close,” I murmur. “I’m going to come and you haven’t even touched my pussy yet.”
He groans, popping off my nipple. “We can’t have that.” His palm collides with my ass cheek and he squeezes it roughly. “Climb on my face, baby. Let me taste your cum.”
“Oh, fuck.” I whimper as I gently crawl up his body, being extra careful not to touch his shoulder or chest.
I have half a mind to stop this before he hurts himself, but as he spreads my ass cheeks and licks a long path from my clit to back hole, my mind goes blank.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, sucking my clit between his lips. “You taste better than I could have ever imagined.”
“You’ve imagined this?” I choke out.
He’s quiet for a long moment, and I worry I’ve killed the mood.
“Probably more than I should have,” he says quietly. “I’ve dreamt of the way you’d taste, how you’d feel in my arms. I’ve fucked myself to thoughts of you screaming my name in ecstasy while you come.” He swallows roughly. “And sometimes, it would be you I was imagining while with faceless, nameless nobodies.”
A broken sound breaks free as he devours my cunt like a starving man. Just like before, Hunter is messy and chaotic. He doesn’t just taste me, he consumes me. His big hands massage my ass, using his hold on me to guide a steady rocking motion against his mouth and face. His nose hits my clit in a way that should embarrass me, but all it does is send me spiraling closer to the edge of bliss.
Random words and pleas slip from my lips in a garbled tumble I’m helpless against. And when his fingers move lower, sliding deep inside me, I lose it. He sucks my clit between his teeth and bites down as he fucks me hard with two fingers. My head falls back as a deep, throaty moan falls from me.
“Hunter.” I chant his name like a prayer into the dark room, begging, praising, aching for more. “Please, baby. Please, more.”
“You keep begging me for more like that, and you’re going to find yourself full of my cock,” he rasps as he slips another finger deep inside me. He curls them just right at the same second he presses against my asshole. My eyes snap to his, wide and blurry from pleasure. “Look at me as you come, Isabella. Look at me as I make you soar the way I should have all those years ago.”
“Hunter…” my voice breaks.
“Do it,” he demands. “Come for me, my love. Let me see it, please. Replace the pain with your pleasure.”
He bites down on my clit as the tip of his finger slips between my cheeks, penetrating me. I cry out his name, my rasping scream echoing around the room. I barely have time to worry about someone hearing me as my orgasm races through me.
“Fuck, Ella. Fuck, that’s so hot. I can’t—” He groans, a guttural sound. “I’m coming.”
I dazedly scramble to cup his cock, squeezing hard as he comes with me. The warmth of his cum coats his boxers and my palm. It turns me on so much that it pushes me into a second orgasm, and I feel my release coat the space between us.
