Shattered King(88)

“I don’t.” I did. And he knew it, knew I couldn’t say no to him when he touched me. But right then, I was in the mood to tease.

“No?”

“Nope.”

“So I’m just imagining how much wetter you get when I order you about in this bed?”

He made a valid point. “Whatever,” I fired back, but there was no missing the smile in my voice.

He chuckled again. The arrogant man knew he had my number. “So are you going to do as you’re told?”

I didn’t answer, but I didn’t say no either, which said it all, really.

“Kiss me,” he growled.

Goose bumps broke out across my skin at that growl, zaps of pleasure firing up in my lower belly. I twisted my head and sucked in a breath when his eyes collided with mine. His gaze held heat, the promise of what was to come. My nipples puckered almost painfully. He brought his mouth down on mine, not hot and urgent, which was how I felt, but slow and coaxing. He nipped my lower lip, soothing it with his tongue, then slowly opened his mouth over mine and slid inside, kissing me deep. I felt dizzy and so desperate for him all I could do was moan and writhe against his hold.

When he ended the kiss, he brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck. “I can feel how bad my baby wants it. Can feel your pussy, hot and wet on my thigh. You’re aching for it.” His fingers went to work on my nipple pinching and gently twisting. “You want my cock?”

I gasped when he gave it a delicious tug. “Yes.”

“How bad?”

“Bad,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please, fuck me.” Right then I needed him inside me like I needed my next breath. It was imposable to hold back. I didn’t want to.

He slid a hand down my belly, gentle fingers, rough skin, sliding along my slit, grazing my swollen clit.

“So wet, babe, so fucking hot.”

He dipped the tip of one of those teasing fingers inside me, just the tip, just enough to drive me crazy.

“This morning, I’m gonna give it to you hard and fast, like this, from behind.”

He pushed a little deeper and I moaned. My skin flushed hot, nerve endings electric.

“Then later tonight, after we eat dinner as a family and our boy’s asleep, I’m going to lead you to our bed, and I’m gonna eat your pussy until you come on my face.”

Oh God. I wanted that. An almost violent shiver moved through me, my breathing growing heavier.

“My girl likes that?”

“Yes.”

“Not as much as me. Nothing tastes as good as you.”

I found it hard to believe he enjoyed it as much as me, but I wasn’t in any condition to argue. I sure as hell wasn’t complaining, seemed like a win/win situation to me.

“After that, I’m gonna let you sit on my cock, and ride me hard. I wanna watch your tits bounce. I wanna see your face when you sink down and I stretch you wide, hear you scream when you come all over me.”

His dirty words, combined with the yummy way he swirled his finger around my clit, and I almost came right then. I gasped and wriggled, but he held me at his mercy, and just like last night, I liked it. I liked handing the power over to Hunter. I couldn’t mistake him for someone else. No one else made me feel this way. No one.

“Please. Now.”

His hand left my pussy and smoothed over my hip. “Arch your back, babe. Give me that ass.”

I arched.

“Love this ass.” He squeezed a cheek, then lifted my leg back over his thigh, opening me wide. I felt the fat, swollen head of his cock at my entrance. Then he started to push in, stretching me, filling me until I was gasping for breath and quivering with need. He curled back around me, so all I could feel was him, everywhere. His hand came under me, and around, roughly cupping the opposite breast, holding me to him. The other went back between my legs, finding my clit.

Then he started fucking me, hard and fast like he said. So hard my body jolted every time he slammed home. The way he held me, all I could do was take it, take every brutal thrust.

The pressure started building, and I chased it, my hand going down to cover his, pressing his fingers more firmly against me. I moaned. “Harder, baby.”

Hunter snarled, then fucked me harder.

I screamed his name when I came, and his muscled arms held me down when I twisted and thrashed through it.

“Fuck, Lulu,” he said in a rough whisper against my ear, then came as well, holding me tight the whole time.

We lay there in silence for a while after, until Hunter gave me a squeeze, his lips moving along my shoulder. I tried to turn again, but again he stopped me, keeping my back to him.

“It’s time I told you something,” he said.