Page 68 of Hunter

I moan around him, letting him use my mouth as his hips roll up in slow, controlled movements. Both of his hands are in my hair now, guiding but not forcing, thumbs stroking my temples like he’s trying to stay gentle even while he fucks my throat.

“Fuck, baby… look at you,” Hunter groans, voice deep and ragged with pleasure. “You’re so perfect like this. Taking me so deep, so eager for it. You feel incredible.”

He keeps praising me between heavy breaths, the words melting over me like warm honey.

“That’s it… just like that. You’re doing so good for me, Charlie. So fucking good. I love how your tongue feels, how tight and wet your throat is around me.”

I whimper at the praise, sucking harder, eyes watering as I push myself to take him even deeper. Hunter’s hips stutter, a low moan rumbling out of his chest.

“Shit— yes, baby. You’re so beautiful right now. Look at those pretty eyes looking up at me while you take every inch. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to make me feel this good.”

His fingers tighten gently in my hair, holding me close as his control starts to fray.

“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” he pants, voice breaking. “You’re doing everything right, sweetheart. Just keep going—fuck, you’re perfect. So perfect for me.”

The constant stream of praise mixed with his wrecked tone has me throbbing against the sheets. I moan loudly around him, the vibration pulling another deep groan from his throat.

Hunter’s head falls back against the pillow, breathing ragged.

“I’m close—baby, I’m so close. You want it? Want me to fill that pretty mouth?”

I nod frantically, humming eagerly around his cock. He curses softly, hips jerking up as he starts to lose rhythm.

“That’s my good boy,” he breathes. “Come on, sweetheart. Take it all for me.”

With a deep, guttural moan, Hunter comes hard down my throat. I swallow every pulse, every drop, while he praises me through it. Soft, breathless words about how good I am, how perfect I feel, how much he loves this.

When he finally eases me off, I’m panting, lips swollen, eyes wet. Hunter immediately pulls me up his body and kisses me slow and deep, tasting himself on my tongue.

“Jesus, Charlie,” he whispers against my lips, still catching his breath. “You’re incredible. Come here.”

He wraps his arms around me tightly, one hand stroking soothingly up and down my back as I settle against his chest, still buzzing and aching with need.

I’ve never felt so wanted in my life.

Hunter’s arms wrap around me immediately, pulling me up and against his chest like he can’t stand even an inch of space between us. I collapse on top of him, boneless and buzzing, my face tucked into the warm curve of his neck while I try to remember how to breathe properly.

He holds me tight, one big hand stroking slowly up and down my back, the other cradling the back of my head. His heartbeat is still racing under my ear, matching the frantic rhythm of mine.

“Is that how I can expect to wake up in the morning next time?” he asks.

“Next time?” I joke weakly. “I thought this was a one-night stand.”

He lets out a low growl that rumbles beneath my cheek, deep and possessive. His arms tighten around me instantly.

“What did I tell you about stray dogs?” he says, voice still rough from sleep and pleasure. “You take one in, feed it, show it a little kindness… and you’re never getting rid of it.”

I laugh softly, the sound muffled against his skin. “So you’re saying I’m stuck with you now?”

Hunter rolls us smoothly so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me, forearms braced on either side of my head.

“Yeah,” he says, brushing his nose against mine. “You’re stuck with me. I don’t do one-night stands, Charlie.”

The words settle deep in my chest, warm and heavy. I stare up at him, heart thudding hard against my ribs. His eyes are so intense, so focused on me, like nothing else in the world exists right now.

I reach up and cup the side of his face, thumb brushing over his stubble.

“Good,” I whisper. “Because I don’t want this to be a one-night stand either.”