“Damn. Don’t you ever cover up those perfect tits,” he says, making me giggle.
He places his lips right on top of my pink tips and starts sucking. The explosion of desire is too much to take.
God, that feels good.
He muffles a laugh while suckling on my breast, his tongue sometimes flicking out to make me writhe. His free hand drifts down my waist again and inches up to my panties. I squeal when his fingers hook around the fabric. I’m drenched already, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet.
“You want it so much, don’t you?” he murmurs while sucking my other nipple. “Tell me how much you want it.”
His hand slides down my panties, and I’m getting so fucking turned on I can’t breathe.
“A lot,” I manage to blurt out.
He chuckles and licks his lips when seeing me in agony. “Tell me you’ve touched yourself,” he says.
My eyes jerk open, and I squint. “W-what?”
A sexy smile curves his lip. “Have you made yourself come before?”
I blush and suddenly feel very snuck up on.
“Never mind. You don’t have to say it. Your blush says enough.”
My eyes widen, and a sort of moan-laugh escapes his mouth. He loves this. It’s obvious.
Of course I’ve done that. There’s no girl that hasn’t. But that was me, and my finger alone. Nothing else. Not him and his seductive, calloused fingers that would make any girl squeal.
“Next time you do it, you’ll think of me,” he murmurs.
Oh. My. God.
It’s too much.
His lips drag up my neck again, all the way up my jawline, and then my mouth. I can’t take my lips off him as his hand dives into my panties. The moment I feel him slipping down my wet folds, I gasp.
“Can I be the first guy to make you come?” he says.
I swear I just came, right there. Just from those words.
I’m too shy to answer.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of having him explore the secret spots I deemed private all those years. His skilled fingers slip down my pussy, dragging up the moisture in between. He grunts in my ear, and pushes his legs up against me. His erection pokes my thigh, making me want to reach out and grab him.
Hunter pins me down with one hand, holding me hostage, which I’m enjoying. His other hand is roaming freely across my pussy, feeling his way down.
Powerful shocks run through my entire body, and blood pumps to that one spot between my legs. I struggle not to pant, feeling the pressure build as he works on me.
I can’t believe this is happening, but at the same time I want it so badly.
He licks my lips, kisses the edges of my mouth, and sucks on my skin as he flicks my nub. He knows exactly where to go and how to do it, just like I expected. He’s a fucking sex god, and he knows it.
My body zings with sensations, and I feel like I’m about to fall apart beneath him. He’s panting with me as I struggle not to give in to pleasure. I feel so dirty, and this feels so wrong and yet so good. His gray eyes stare right back into mine, full of longing, a craving, awaiting the inevitable climax.
And when it comes, it’s massive.
It’s a wave of emotions and shocks that run from my loins to my toes and up to the top of my head. It’s amazing and freeing. I’m melting in his arms, heated up to the core. I feel drunk with lust. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Hunter leaves little pecks on my cheek, and continues to rub me until I’m sated. As my panting subsides, he slips off me and lies down next to me. He gazes at me with a confident, satisfied smirk on his face.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic. Did it feel that way to you, too?” he says.
I let out a huge breath. “Definitely.”
He chuckles, and it sounds cute. He leans forward and pecks me on my temple. He’s being sweet, and I have no idea why. I just came, this isn’t the time to be cute. This is the time for raw, hard sex.
“Why are you stopping?” I say, still catching my breath.
“Because this is as far as it goes tonight.”
My jaw drops. “What about the sex?”
“What about it?”
“I thought …” I stammer.
“You came. You liked it. I loved it. That’s all that matters.”
I’m flabbergasted. Seriously, I have no idea what to say. I feel cheated out of something I was promised, even though I wasn’t.
“No, it’s not all that matters,” I say, and I pull up my bra, feeling very exposed all of a sudden.
“It’s enough. For now.”
“Why? You fuck all the other girls, too, don’t you?” I say, feeling pissed.
“And you’re not ‘all the other girls.’”
I swallow. I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe he’s doing this. After I’ve let him undress me, see my boobs, and touch me all over, this is what he gives me? He even made me come.