Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
A few minutes ago, Hunter told me I’m beautiful, but he doesn’t realize how beautiful he is like this—happy, pleasured, sated. From me.
He’s still got his blissed-out smile when he kisses me, then climbs right off me, onto his hands and knees. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“I’m probably going to make it about three strokes,” I admit as I kneel and slick up my fingers. “I’m so fucking close.”
I push a finger inside him, then another. A puff of breath leaves his mouth, his back bowing. “You good?” I ask.
“Sensitive, but I want your cum, need to be as full of you as you are of me. Do it, baby. Take me.”
Baby. That might be my favorite word in the world.
I use my fingers on him, making sure he’s open and ready for me, then seconds later, I’m pushing my cock inside him. Hunter’s body takes me willingly, molds around me, squeezing my dick like we’re two pieces that fit perfectly together. The sound of my body slapping against his echoes through my head. My hands feel so right on his hips, holding him as he gives me his body. He’s so tight, tight and hot and fucking perfect that just like I knew I wouldn’t, I don’t last long. My orgasm slams into me like a wrecking ball, making my body splinter apart. I fuck through the pleasure, knowing there’s no way I can come back from this—filling him, owning him, doing everything in my power to make Hunter mine. And when my balls are wrung dry, when I’ve given him everything inside me, all I want to do is collapse and beg him to stay.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Hunter
My body is worn out, like I’m not sure my limbs still work, and what I crave is to pull Lucas into my arms and hold him, but somehow, I’m not done with him yet. I want to be close to him, want to have him in ways I’ve never had anyone else, want my scent all over his skin, and to taste every inch of his body.
“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, flopping onto his stomach beside me.
My fingers twitch, this dirty idea flittering through my head that is honestly not something I ever even thought of before. I let my hand start at his neck, massaging my way down his spine. “I said I wanted to eat you out…”
He turns his head so he’s facing me. “Now?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Tasting someone I just came inside… I’ve ever done that before, but I want to do it with you.”
“The lube…” he starts.
“I don’t give a fuck about the lube. Can I?”
Lucas gives me his mischievous grin, the one that’s wicked and beautiful and sexy at the same time. “Eat away.”
He makes me feel so comfortable, like I can try anything, crave anything, say or do anything, and Lucas will never look down on me for it. He won’t tell me all the ways I should do something else or be better. He lets me figure out what I want.
I settle between his spread legs, parting his ass cheeks. I see my cum there, a bit leaking out of his red, puffy rim. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I’ve tasted my cum before, of course, but never out of someone’s ass or pussy after I fucked them. But seeing his abused hole, knowing how much of me is inside him, and doing something dirty like this, makes my heart race. It’s fun and exciting, like everything with Lucas. His hole tightens and loosens, which makes me smile. It’s the most ridiculous reaction, but I can’t help it.
“Do it, Hunt. Taste me. Taste us together.”
It’s those last three words that spur me on, and I lash at his rim with my tongue. It tastes salty, of lube too, but mostly of Lucas’s body and my cum, the two of us mixed together in a way that makes me even hungrier for us. I bury my face in his ass, licking his crease, eating his hole, trying to devour every bit of him I can.
Lucas says my name over and over again, pushes back against me, rutting on the bed as I press my tongue inside him. My cum is there, on my tongue, salty and bitter and so fucking incredible. When I lean over Lucas and rest on his back, he turns his head and nods like he knows exactly what I’m silently asking. I take his mouth, kiss him, share my load with him, neither of us caring what it is or where it’s been. In fact, that makes it easier.
He tries to roll over, and I let him, sharing this filthy, sexy thing between us, bodies slick with perspiration as we rut and kiss and fall…or at least I’m falling. No. I’ve already fallen. I’m so far gone, there’s no coming back from it, and I don’t want to.