Fierce(69)

Especially when he jerks down his jeans and briefs in one go.

My eyes immediately widen, and I gulp. His sizeable cock is fully erect, bouncing up and down as his slacks drop to the floor. It’s huge, big, and my God … so fucking hot. It’s all I can look at.

But it scares me too, knowing he’ll be inside me soon.

He smirks, seeing my anxious face. “Like what you see?”

I blush, crossing my legs because I suddenly feel very vulnerable. What if he doesn’t fit?

He crawls onto the bed and over me with a wicked grin on his face. His hardness slides across my thighs as he inches up, and I swallow my next gasp for air. Hunter leaves tiny kisses on my belly, dragging his lips up to my breasts. I squirm underneath him as he suckles on my hardened nipples again, the tips aching for his tongue. He squeezes my other breast, and my skin vibrates with his groans as he kneads.

All I feel is need. I need his body closer. It’s never close enough.

My fingers coil around his back, desperately clawing him. He cups my face between his index finger and thumb and kisses my jawline voraciously. His tongue dips out and drags along my cheek as he reaches my lips and thirstily takes my mouth. He doesn’t just latch onto my mouth. He claims me. Marks me as his.

“You have condoms?” he asks gruffly in between his ferocious kisses.

I nod, panting, and point to the left. “Drawer.”

God I’m glad my mom added them to my suitcase before I left home.

Hunter pushes himself up on his elbows and leans on his knees as he reaches for the drawer of my nightstand. Taking out the condom, he doesn’t take the time to rip it with his fingers. Instead, he brings the packet to his mouth and tears it to pieces, spitting out the condom. He snatches it from my belly, his fingers briefly grazing my skin, sending shocks through my body.

Arching his back, he rolls the condom over his length. I tilt my head to watch him do it, eagerly awaiting him.

When he comes back down like a tiger jumping on his prey, he grunts, and the deep roughness of his voice kindles a flame in my core. He looks so goddamn beautiful with his muscular shoulders supporting his weight, the unshaven jaw, his full lips, those dark, endless eyes I want to drown in.

I wrap my arms around him as he starts rubbing himself up against me, letting me feel what he can give me. His expression is dark, hungry, and lustful as the tip of his cock grazes my entrance. His muscles clench; I can feel his restraint. He’s fighting the urge to plunge inside me. I want him to take me, and I even told him to do it, but still he’s gentle with me.

“You ready for me, Leafy?” he murmurs.

“Yes. I was always ready for you.”

I hold my breath when he slides into my folds. Digging my nails into his back, I close my eyes to enjoy the moment, to feel what it’s like to physically connect with a man. It’s so raw and powerful, and so full of desire.

“Here I come,” he murmurs against my skin.

My legs part as he pushes his thighs into mine, slowly entering me. His eyebrows draw together as he locks his eyes with me, concentrating. He’s tempering his wild side for me.

I reach for his face and cup it, forcing him to look at me as he presses deeper into me. “Make me yours,” I repeat softly.

He licks his lips and then crashes his mouth into mine again.

His savageness is back, and in full glory. He sucks on my lips while pushing ever farther inside. He clutches my ass and holds me tight, breathing heavily against my cheek. I’m drunk with lust when he fills me. I feel so full and complete.

Our mouths collide in a hot, wet craze. Tongues slip in and out, sweat drips from our bodies, heat and wetness blend together, and I love every second of it.

He drives into me until every inch of him is inside. Gasping, I push my hips up to meet his, clinging to the contact between us, wanting him further inside me. More. More. I’m delirious. Totally mad for him.

Hunter’s pace increases, and he pumps inside me with long, deep strokes. My pussy responds to his cock, clenching with need. With my lips on his neck I beg him for more. His love is like a drug.

He whispers words in my ear, like ‘you’re so tight’ and ‘do you like it?’, and I can only respond with moaning, nodding, and gasping. I think I even call out his name, just like he predicted.

Tension is building in his muscles, and I grasp him tight, holding him close to me. He fists my hair, clenching it tight as he arches his back. My blood is rushing to one spot, as wantonness grows inside my groin. The pressure between my folds is rising, and I feel myself growing increasingly elated. And then it happens.

A deep, drawn-out groan escapes his mouth. An expression of anguish combined with euphoria appears on his face. His jaw tightens, and his fingers clutch my waist. I moan loudly as I come apart underneath him. His member starts to pulsate, and warmth fills me up to the brim.