Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, his voice soft.
I nod. “More than anything.”
That sultry smile that melts my heart as well as other parts of me stretches across his lips, and he quickly pushes down my sweats. His fingers find the cleft between my thighs, and he strums my clit while I jack him off. As we stand there, manually pleasing the other, our moans drown out the sound of the movie playing on my TV, and all I can think is that Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams never had anything half this incredible.
As if by some silent accord, we step back and quickly finish undressing, tossing our clothes in an unceremonious heap on the floor before falling into each other on the couch. Hunter braces himself above me on his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His dark eyes glitter with desire and his lips curl back like a predator ready to consume me. And I’m ready to be consumed.
I gasp as the head of Hunter’s thick girth brushes against my tingling button. He kisses me as the tip of his staff slips between my soaked lips, and with a gentle thrust, Hunter buries himself inside of me. The pinch of pain of having his cock stretching me open grips me but is quickly washed away by a rush of pleasure. As our tongues swirl languidly around each other, he rolls his hips, sliding his length along my pussy, the friction of our flesh joining together setting me on fire.
He looks down at me, his face earnest. “I’ve missed you, baby girl.”
“And I’ve missed you too, Daddy. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
His lips find my neck, and as he thrusts his cock into me in a slow, steady, sensual rhythm, he licks and kisses his way down to my breasts. He flicks the tip of his tongue around my stiff, sensitive nipple, making me gasp and giggle as the sensations overwhelm me. Hunter draws in a sharp breath as I dig my nails into his back and winces, but that’s soon replaced by a look of pure ecstasy. His mouth crashes against mine and his kiss is forceful but still somehow manages to be tender, and it steals my breath.
Our movements are slow and sensuous, moving to the rhythm of the love and passion our bodies seem to instinctively know. Hunter’s eyes are locked on mine the entire time, which only turns up the heat in the room and gets me even hotter.
Sex with Hunter is incredible every single time. It’s hard, rough, and I love being so dirty with him. But something about this time is different. It’s slow and rhythmic. It’s passionate, but every movement is packed with the emotions and feelings we have for each other. With every thrust, I feel like the bond between us strengthens and our connection grows even stronger.
I press my head back against the sofa cushions and close my eyes, a long, slow, stuttering breath bursting from my mouth as an orgasm seems to come out of nowhere and crashes over me. I buck and writhe beneath him, the sensation of him pressing against me prolonging and heightening a climax so intense, it feels like it’s going to stop my heart. I bite my bottom lip hard as the waves of rapture wash over me.
“Jesus. Oh my God,” I gasp as it slowly begins to ebb.
He looks down at me, that crooked smile on his lips. Hunter leans down and gives me another kiss as his cock starts slowly sliding into me once more. Our tongues intertwine and I rake my nails down his back, making him grit his teeth as the hit of pleasure mixed with pain tears through him. Grabbing hold of his shoulders, I pull myself up just enough to kiss his neck. I slide my tongue up and nip his earlobe with my teeth.
“Come for me, Daddy,” I whisper. “I want to feel you drain that cock into me.”
His body grows taut as a wolfish smile spreads across my lips, knowing how much he loves it when I talk dirty to him. Lying back down again, I bite my bottom lip and give him the sweet, innocent look I know turns him on.
“Fill me up with that hot come, Daddy,” I purr. “I want it. I need it.”
His rhythm falters and a choked gasp bursts from his mouth. His cock swells inside of me, and I know he’s on the brink. Rolling my hips, I grind myself against him, taking his staff deeper into me, the feel and heat from his body pushing me toward another orgasm of my own. Hunter keeps moving in that seductive rhythm, his dick swelling even more. And when he squeezes his eyes shut and grits his teeth, I smile.