“Keep working your pussy. I want you to come with me.”
I can’t respond, but if I could, I’d tell him that I’m already close to the edge.
He wraps his other hand around my throat. “If this isn’t okay, tap my thigh.” Eager for what I think is next, I dig my fingers into his leg.
Hunter squeezes the sides of my neck, constricting my throat around his cock and restricting my hair supply. He groans, reveling in the pleasure.
My pussy weeps when he lets go, and I’m able to get a better breath through my nose.
“If you don’t want me to come in that sweet mouth of yours, tell me now.”
I remain silent. I want to taste him.
Hunter’s thrusts speed up, and the muscles in his legs flex. I feel his cock swell in my mouth, then a salty flavor explodes on my tongue. I swallow every drop.
Hunter roars his through his orgasm, and I strum my nub one more time and come with him.
My mouth makes wet sounds as I lick his cock clean.
When I’m done, I look up, and my eyes connect with Hunter’s. He’s watching me like I’m the most precious thing in his life.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers, then picks me up by my armpits and straddles my legs on either side of his lap.
I turn my gaze to look over my shoulder. Behind me, Rory and Luke are still in their chairs, but they moved them so they’re right next to each other and facing my direction. Luke’s hand is in Rory’s lap and vice versa. Their cocks are out, and there’s semen on their chests. I didn’t hear them come.
I blush, knowing that watching me drove their desire.
Hunter grabs my face and kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue.
I break the kiss and beam at him. The pinch between his brows is gone, and he seems to radiate.
“You seem proud of yourself,” he teases.
“That’s because I am,” I sass back.
He smacks my rear, then pulls me close before I can retaliate.
“I’m not letting you go,” he whispers.
I bury my face into his neck. “You better not.”
Hunter’s phone buzzes on his desk. “I’m going to throw that thing out the fucking window.” His eyes move over the screen, and his back straightens.
Rory sits up. “Everything okay?”
Hunter doesn’t respond as he answers the phone call. “Hunter Reed.” I sit up and he stares at me as his mind focuses on the conversation. “I’ll let her know.” He nods his head. “Thank you for calling.” He sets his phone back down.
Worry fills my chest. “What happened?”
His eyes meet mine. “They got the copycat.”
It takes me a moment to comprehend what Hunter just said. It doesn’t feel real. It felt like all of this would never end.
Luke blinks, joining me in my shock. “Are they sure it’s him?”
Hunter rubs my back in soothing circles. “Dawson said they’re typing up some loose ends to make sure, but they’re positive it’s him.”
“So, it’s over?” My question comes out as a whisper.
