He nods, already stepping toward me eagerly, and I throw my hand up again, stopping him. The air thickens, heat pulsing in waves, the kind that makes my skin prickle and my breath catch. My top comes off next, the cool air kissing my skin as I climb onto the bed, sinking into my silk sheets. I scoot back until I settle against the headboard, letting my legs fall open, revealing to him the thin strip of red lace covering my pussy.
Hunter’s groan is deep and guttural. His stance shifts like he’s trying to relieve the pressure, and his hand starts to drift toward his waistband. I click my tongue, and his eyes snap to mine as I shake my head slowly.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself. Yet.”
“Fuckkkk…” he breathes, shoulders pressing back into the door.
I lift my chin. “Strip for me.”
His hands fumble for the hem of his shirt, and he pulls it over his head faster than I can blink. His jeans hit the floor in a messy heap after he kicks them off hard enough to send them across the room. God, I like this look on him—hurried, undone, looking at me like he needs me more than he needs air. Power hums through my veins.
“All the way,” I murmur, following the dusting of dark hair running from his stomach down into his black briefs, hugging his muscular thighs.
They’re gone a breath later. His cock springs free—thick, smooth, and achingly hard. My chest flutters, heat pulsing deep between my legs.
“Crawl to me,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but loaded with authority.
His eyes widen, heat sparking in them. I spread my legs wider, trailing my finger down my stomach to my center. Teasing him. Taunting him.
“Crawl to me,” I repeat, meeting his gaze, “and then you can take me.”
He drops to his knees first, eyes locked on mine, a cocky smirk curving his mouth like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. Then his hands hit the floor and—God help me—Hunter Dawson crawls. My skin turns hot all over.
I, Madison Taylor, have Hunter Dawson on his knees. Crawling to me, begging for me.
Something shifts in his gaze as he gets closer; it’s dark, dangerous, hungry in a way that makes my pulse trip. The air crackles. When he reaches me, his hands wrap around my ankles, yanking me down the bed in one smooth, possessive pull as a startled squeal rips from my throat.
“Is that what you wanted, baby?” he rasps, breath ghosting over my thighs. “Wanted me on my knees… begging for you… so fucking desperate, I’m ready to blow the second I’m inside this tight pussy?”
His finger swipes down my center, where I’m growing wetter by the second. The touch is barely anything, just a tease, a promise, that sends a tremor straight through me.
A whimper slips out before I can bite it back.
“Is that what you wanted?” he repeats, his voice commanding.
“Y-yes,” I moan, my hips lifting, seeking more.
“And what do you want now? Hmm?”
His finger hooks under the string of my thong, tugging just enough to make me squirm.
What do I want now? God, I want him to take it all.
I thought I could drag this out, make him work for it, make him sweat. But having him kneeling there, being so good, following every rule, every instruction I give… It’s unraveling me. My body’s given up on the fight, my pussy pulsing, pleading, taking over every rational thought I have left. She’s done waiting. She’s screaming at me to give in.
“I want you to fuck me so hard, I see the stars.” I bite down on my lip.
The words barely leave my mouth before the lace between my legs is torn in two and thrown over his shoulder. I gasp. One second, he’s on his knees, the next, he’s hovering over me, caging me in with his arms. The heat from his body rolls over me in waves as his cock nudges my entrance, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Hunter,” I whine, lifting my hips.
“You sure?” he asks, his eyes holding mine.
“Make me see the stars, baby,” I whisper against his lips.
He thrusts into me without restraint, stretching me in the most delicious way.
A broken groan tears from his chest. His forehead drops to mine, his breath hot and uneven. The shock of him filling me knocks every thought from my head. I grind up to meet him, desperate, greedy for more. My pulse pounds in my ears, and I feel him everywhere. Deep inside me. Around me. In my heart, in my soul. God, he’s everywhere.
