“That’s better,” he praises.
Hunter leans in torturously slow. When his breath reaches my core, I shudder. He places my leg on his shoulder and licks my slit. I release a pleased sigh, and he goes back in for more, moaning when he gets a better taste. His tongue explores my pussy, and then I feel his fingers playing with my entrance.
My hand covers my mouth, muffling my sobs.
Hunter pulls back an inch. “Let them hear you, Heartbreaker. Let them know that you’re mine just as much as I’m yours.”
I nod, and Hunter goes back to my mound. I mewl and beg, causing Hunter to hum against my sex. The vibration shoots straight to my nub.
Hunter uses my arousal and drags his fingers from my entrance to my puckered hole. I tense for a moment, then relax into the sensation.
“Did Rory or Luke play with you back here yet?”
I frantically nod, needing more.
“Did they fuck your asshole, making you scream in pleasure?”
I shake my head, nervous but excited.
“Good. Next time, your ass is mine.”
He’s turning me into a sex-craved heap. I need his thick cock inside me. I need him to fill me up.
“Hunter, please,” I weep, “I need you.”
He rises to his feet, hooking a hand around each of my thighs and lifts me. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, perfectly lining his shaft with my pussy. My hips gyrate, trying to get closer, but he holds me firmly in place.
“Such a good girl, begging for my dick.”
He doesn’t ease into me. He doesn’t let me adjust. He hammers into my heat. He pistons his hips, driving his cock in and out of my hole.
It’s not just sex.
It’s a claim.
It’s possession.
“Tell me I can have this every day. Tell me I can come in this cunt whenever I want.”
“Yes. Every day,” I permit.
Hunter grunts out, “Play with your tits, Heartbreaker. Pinch your nipples. Make them stiff.”
My hands cup my breasts, and my thumbs scrape over my turgid peaks. I gasp with each swipe, driving my need.
Hunter slides one of his hands between our sweaty bodies and uses his fingers to rub my clit. His motions are what do me in.
I’m plunged into an explosion of fire where release encompasses my senses. Hunter slams his mouth on mine and kisses me through his own release.
When we both come down from the high, Hunter slides down to the floor. “You literally bring me to my knees, Savannah Foster.”
My smile reflects the joy in my soul.
I climb out of Hunter’s lap and search for my clothes, but Hunter beats me to it. He helps me into them and then dresses himself. He places a hand on my back to guide me, but I dig in my heels when I feel a gush between my thighs.
“Do you think they have tissues around her somewhere? I’m a mess,” I complain.
“I know,” Hunter says with self-satisfied glee.
