The smile dissolves into a moan when he pulls out and drives back into me with a force that steal my breath.
“I fucking love you, love.”
His thrusts grow rougher.
I am already so close, and he knows it. He feels it in the way my body tightens around him.
Without warning, he pulls out.
“What—?” The word dies on my lips as he manoeuvres me onto my stomach.
He thrusts back inside me from behind and wraps a hand around my hair.
“Fuck.”
His grip tightens. He squeezes my arse and drives into me from behind.
A moment later, I feel something wet at my backside. Heat blooms in my cheeks when I realise what he’s done.
His thumb begins to circle there, and I shiver.
“This arse,” he grunts.
A smack echoes through the room.
“I’m going to have this arse soon.”
“Yes, please,” I breathe.
He chuckles.
“Not today, love. I need to prepare you properly.”
He keeps up the relentless pace, and I’m so close.
So, so close.
The hand tangled in my hair presses the back of my head into the pillow, muffling my moan.
My arse stays raised, and the hand that had teased me there returns to my clit.
“Come for me.”
His thumb circles my clit, and I do.
“That’s it, love. Milk my cock dry. Take my come into that beautiful pussy.”
“Damn it, Hunter,” I gasp as another orgasm crashes over me.
A groan tears from him as he empties himself inside me.
“Fucking hell, love. You were made for me. This pussy was made for me.”
The moment it passes, he pulls me against him and rolls us onto our sides.
His cock remains buried inside me, still hard, as he tucks me against his chest.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
