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Finally, opening his eyes, he watched as she took his cock to the back of her throat, moaning as she took him in deeper.

Slowly, he began to thrust into her mouth, making her take more of him. Her eyes settled on him as he stroked over her clit, her pussy tightening around him.

She worked his cock, bringing him nearly to orgasm so he had no choice but to pull out. Removing his fingers from her pussy, he licked the cream off the digits, all the time keeping his gaze on her.

Once he had sucked every drop of cream off his fingers, he moved back between her thighs, gripped her hips, and moved her to her knees in front of him. Spreading the cheeks of her ass open, he slid a finger between, teasing her clit. She moaned, trying to push back against him. He gave her ass a light tap, relishing the sounds of her squeals.

“I have to say this, baby, you’re so fucking sexy, and so responsive. I love how you respond to me. This pussy, it knows my name.”

She whimpered his name, and he gave her ass another light tap, loving the sight of the red mark of his handprint.

He wanted his mark on her, and not giving anyone else chance to claim what he now considered his.

Moving his fingers to his cock, which was still covered with her saliva, he took the tip and pressed it against her center. She gasped, sinking on his cock as he fed it into her greedy pussy. When there were a couple of inches inside her, he grabbed her hips, and then slammed all the way inside.

“Hunter!” He really wasn’t a small guy, and he needed to learn to go easy on her. He just couldn’t help it. Her body was highly addictive.

Reaching between her thighs, he began to stroke her clit, feeling her pussy flutter around his cock as if it had a life of his own. Slowly, he pulled out of her body, watching as his cream soaked his cock.

Plunging inside her, he stroked in deep at the same time as teasing her clit. Her pussy tightened around him, and he knew she was near the point of no return. He kept his attention on her clit, holding her hip to keep her in place. With her on her knees it made fucking her a little easier.

“I’m going to come,” she said.

“Then come, baby. Come all over my cock.” Her pussy tightened around him, and he felt the rush of her cum as it flooded his cock. He continued to finger her pussy long after her orgasm ebbed away.

Only when he was satisfied with her orgasm did he hold onto her hips and pound her pussy. She was so curvy, and with each slap of his body, he wasn’t afraid that he was going to break her.

He loved the feel of her body against his, and as he sank deep inside her, finding his own release, Hunter knew without a doubt that he was screwed. Totally, one hundred percent screwed.





Chapter Six



It was only supposed to be coffee. One coffee, another apology, and then getting on with her life, ignoring the women, and knowing deep down that Hunter was helping people.

That one cup of coffee was three weeks ago. Since then, she had seen him every single night and morning. When she wasn’t working, she was with him, and they were fucking everywhere. There was no limit to their screwing, and it was kind of scary, a little.

They had even had sex in the ladies’ room last Friday because neither of them could wait to get home. He had been teasing her all night, and she had been doing the same, giving as good as she got. When it had been time for a break, Hunter had been waiting. He’d grabbed her, pushed her into the ladies’ room and had his way with her. Pressing her up against the door, tearing her panties from her body as he plowed his cock inside her. She’d loved it, and had screamed his name with abandon.

Pulling out of the memory, Faith checked her mirror to make sure her hair was down, covering up the love bite on her neck. He had sucked on her neck until she came on his cock. He had refused to stop until she screamed his name.

Satisfied that she looked fine, she climbed out of her car, and made her way toward the café where Dru had wanted to meet her.

Dru was sitting at their usual table, and Faith stopped by to give her order of tea and a croissant.

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

“No worries. I didn’t think you were going to turn up for a while there.”

Removing her jacket, Faith sat down, careful not to push her hair back.

“Is the reason you were late that hunky life coach that you’ve been telling me about?” Dru asked.

Heat filled her cheeks. “Maybe.”

“With that look there is no maybe about it. You go, girl. How long has this been going on now? I lost count.”

“Three weeks. Give or take.” Three weeks of complete bliss. They lived across from each other, and he’d even started to share some of his work with her, and she complained about hers. He was also helping her to find a decent paying job that meant she didn’t have to work into the early hours of the morning.