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Hunter rises up on his knees between my legs, shifting closer. I don’t resist as he slips his hands under my knees and shoves them up toward my shoulders, bending me nearly in half. I can feel the wetness from my climax trickle from my body, nearly dripping out of me.

“Do you want me to stop?” Hunter asks, his voice rough with arousal.

“No, don’t stop,” I whisper, little more than a rasp because of how loud I cried out moments before.

He reaches between us, lining his cock up with my entrance. He slides inside me, and the stretch, the sudden fullness, takes my breath away.

Gods, he’s thick and hard.

Perfect.

“Fuck, Scarlett. You’re so wet and tight.” He pauses, his jaw flexing as he stares down at me. “I’m already on edge.”

I moan as he pulls out and thrusts into me again. He’s so deep inside me it’s nearly painful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to crash into me over and over until the pressure building in my lower abdomen bursts.

He shoves my knees higher, lifting my hips even more. Each time his hips slam into mine, his pelvis slaps into my clit, pushing me to the edge. My pussy clenches around his cock as I reach for another climax.

“Are you ready to come again, Little Red?” he asks.

“Yes,” I manage to choke out. “It feels so good.”

He grunts and reaches between us, his thumb circling my clit, pressing hard. My legs jerk as the caress shoots straight through me.

“I’m close, Scarlett. Come for me one more time,” he commands, thrusting harder. “… now.”

Hunter’s command, combined with his thick cock driving deep inside me and the movement of his thumb, takes me over the edge. My neck arches as I come hard, my pussy locking tightly around his length.

Hunter groans as his hips slam into mine a final time, his hips grinding into me and my pussy spasms around his cock, clenching hard.

“Your cunt feels better than anything else,” he growls out, rocking into me and sinking his cock deeper into my pussy, drawing another shudder from me.

He leans forward, his mouth closing over mine. My arousal is on his tongue as he licks into my mouth, and I’m surprised at the hum of desire it sparks in my belly.

While he kisses me, he reaches over my head, freeing me from the headboard. Hunter straightens, his fingers gently massaging my wrists, causing me to wince when the feeling of pins and needles rushes through my fingers. A moment later, he rolls us, so I’m sprawled over his chest, my head resting on his shoulder.

I sigh as I melt into his body, but don’t speak. I have no energy left after the intense orgasms.

We lie in silence for a few moments, catching our breath, until he says, “Your begging still needs a little work.”

I don’t lift my head, but my hand darts down to pinch his side, making him yelp and jump. “You’re lucky I don’t have the energy to wallop you for making me beg like that. You’re a horrible tease.”

“You don’t have the energy because, after I teased you, I made you come so hard you couldn’t speak,” he replies, sounding too smug for his own good.

This time, I do lift my head, but only enough so I can bite his chest just above his nipple.

He laughs and jerks beneath me. “I’ll have to work harder next time so you don’t have the energy to bite either,” he murmurs.

“We’ll see if you can manage it,” I reply, my eyes drifting shut.

Chapter Eighteen

Scarlett

The sun is already high in the sky when I open my eyes the next morning. A strong arm pins me to a long, warm body, and I recognize Conall’s lush amber scent. It seems he and Hunter switched places at some point, and I never noticed.

A hard cock prods insistently at my ass, and Conall growls softly, his arm tightening around me. Then his hand moves up my chest to cup my breast.

After he exhausted me last night, Hunter refused to let me retrieve my nightgown. Which means I’m still naked this morning.