Fierce(68)

“Of course,” he whispers. “You already had me the first time you said ‘Yeah.’” The cute smile on his face makes me flush.

He puts his hands on the wall beside me, trapping me. I feel safe, though. With his predatory eyes on me, I don’t even want to be anywhere else right now.

Then his mouth crashes into mine again, and I’m done for.

Trembling, I clutch his body and hold him close. Every few seconds our mouths disconnect to take a breath, and then we’re right back at it. Our tongues are locked in a furious battle. His hips are grinding against mine, his erection poking my thigh. Groaning in my ear, he reaches for my hands and pins them against the wooden door.

This is so fucking hot.

“You want to be mine? I’ll make you mine,” he grunts.

His fingers curl around the fabric of my top, and in one go he jerks it over my head. My breasts don’t even get the chance to bounce back into place before he’s got his hands all over them again.

He kneads them softly, leaving kisses on my sternum, going lower with each kiss. My nipples harden, aching to be touched. I moan, and he chortles from the sounds I make. Then he flips my breasts out of their cups and squeezes them a little.

Within a second he yanks my bra loose, and it drops to the floor. I gasp, but then he puts his lips on the tips of my breasts and starts sucking, hard. He circles one nipple with his tongue, rubbing the other with his finger. A squeal leaves my mouth as he puckers my nipples to their limit, giving each one equal attention before returning to my lips. His mouth is hot with desire, and my stomach is fluttering. I’m overcome by need. The need to be even closer. To have him inside me.

Drifting down toward my jeans, he starts fiddling with the button to loosen it. All my sexual feelings focus on that one swollen spot his hand is drifting so close to.

I’m dying inside. Dying for him to release me.

“If this thing doesn’t come off within the next six seconds, I’m going to tear it off you.” Sounds almost like a threat to my jeans, but I like it.

He jerks down everything but my panties, leaving me desperate and almost naked. Squatted on the floor, he gazes up at me with dirty eyes as he takes off my shoes one by one and then my pants, taking his time. He throws them aside, and starts kissing my leg.

I shiver from his hot mouth, the sultry lips that mark my skin. I feel abashed, but at the same time I want him to do it. I’m nervous as hell, but the sound of his chuckles puts me at ease.

“Too late to stop now, Leafy,” he murmurs against my skin.

“I don’t want to stop,” I say.

My pussy clenches with need as his fingers caress my inner thigh, inching up toward my panties. When his lips reach the top of my thigh, he hooks his fingers under the fabric and rips it off.

I squeal and gasp, a stinging feeling grazing my skin. He just tore my panties to pieces!

“I told you I’m not nice,” he says.

A hot streak spreads through my body when I realize he’s staring straight at my pussy.

“Hmmm …” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses on my thigh. “I guess you never had this either.”

I shake my head, feeling overcome with desire. When he puts his lips on my folds, I moan in agony.

He starts slow, but eventually increases his pace. He kisses me on my inner lips, sucks on my nub, and dips his tongue inside me. His licking is ravenous, and it feels as though he wants to eat me up and then some. I’ve never felt anything this good before.

“God, I love it that I’m the first. You’re so fucking delicious,” he says in between licks.

I crave more of his hot kisses, his hungry tongue, his skilled fingers. He answers my longing with more of everything. With his hands he nudges my legs apart, spreading them widely. I’m trembling from his eagerness, but he holds me still, lapping me up.

I gasp. The pressure of his tongue on my swollen, moistened clit is too much.

And then I come undone.

Sounds escape my mouth that I’ve never heard before, but I know it’s because of the sweet, painful agony I feel, as waves of ecstasy flush through my body. I’m heated up to the core, and Hunter keeps up with my orgasm, even when it’s already subsided.

As I pant, I fall apart against the door, my entire body shaking. This is bliss.

He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like a groan. He comes to his feet again, and I squeal when he picks me up from the floor.

“No breaks. I want you. Now,” he growls.

He twirls us around with his massive arms and throws me onto my bed with no problem. I love how cocky he is, how dominant, the sex oozing off him. I want it. I want it all.

Standing at the back of the bed, he peers at me with darkened eyes as he starts prying at his belt buckle. I watch him bite his lip, and it looks so fucking sexy. I swear, it’s like he’s trying to make me faint.