“What was that?” he asked. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“God, Hunter,” I bit out, angry and aroused in equal measures, “just fuck me already.”
“Patience.” He was teasing me now, the head of his cock slipping in and out, playing with me. I moaned and slid my knees apart as far as they could go, welcoming him in.
Hunter continued, “I’ll give you just what you want—just what you deserve. You going to moan for me? You going to let me know how you feel?” I heard a condom packet rip.
“Yes…” I gasped as he finally, finally gave me the first couple of inches of that glorious cock. “Please, Hunter…”
“I love it when you call my name.”
“Hunter,” I said again as his cock seemed to light me up inside. Warm pleasure tingled from my stretched pussy and spread through my groin. I loved the feeling of him inside me.
“That’s it, Meghan. I want to hear you.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he pushed forward in a quick snapping motion that drove him to the hilt. I did what he wanted, letting out a lewd groan, my fingers scrambling on the floor.
He set up a harsh pace, fucking me hard and fast—just the way I had asked for. Just the way I had craved. My blood was on fire—every thrust inside of me was good. So good, hitting me in the exact spots that always made me feel crazy. My eyes slid shut, savoring it, then flew open again when he pulled my hair and—
Crack!
Another quick slap against my ass cheek, followed by hard, unyielding thrusts that seemed to strike my core.
I cried out, knowing I was getting loud but not giving a damn.
His free hand fell over my mouth. The slight feeling of restraint and the excitement of knowing we could get caught—someone walking in and seeing him drive in and out of me—sent me tumbling over the edge. I panted, lips open against his skin as I reached my climax.
He rode me through my waves of pleasure, and I felt him harden imperceptibly. His hand tightened over my mouth as his thrusts became erratic. He came with a hard grunt, slumping down briefly afterwards.
He pressed a kiss on my neck. “Did that meet all your requirements, Deputy Mayor?”
“Ooh,” I said. “No, not really.”
“What?” he growled.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “You’re supposed to call me Mayor.”
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Hunter
“Idon’t care what I call you,” I told her. “As long as this becomes a regular occurrence.”
“Drop out of the race,” she said, “and it can.”
Fuck.“You know I can’t do that.”
“Hm, then maybe you can just keep this memory in your spank bank,” she said, smoothing down my hair.
* * *
Twice in an afternoon?It should have been enough to leave me clearheaded. But I wanted more. I could easily spend all day in bed fucking her, making her come, breathing her scent in, kissing every inch of her, making her mine.
Was it ever going to be enough? No, not until she was mine completely. Wedded and, well, I supposed we had already bedded, so that ship had sailed.
“What is so important that I had to be here?” I asked my brothers. Several of the older ones plus a couple of the smaller ones were assembled in the kitchen.
Davy solemnly handed me an apron.
“Welcome to hell!”
