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“What girl?” I hated how vulnerable I sounded.
“Ask me her name?”
“Tell me...shit!” On my next breath, I found myself airborne before being placed flat on my back with care. Hunter crawled up my body the way only a beast looking to mount his mate would.
Instinctual. Animalistic. Predatory.
With an arm on either side of my head, he lowered his body over mine. From feet to chest, we were one.
His hips pushed down into me, and I mimicked the move. For each short thrust, I gyrated, trapping his impressive hardness between us. That’s going to be the most delicious kind of pain.
“Does that answer your question,” he growled low, the sound vibrating through us. “My cock gets hard for you. Only you.” Hunter leaned down, and lips touching mine, we exchanged breaths. For a second neither of us moved, just watched the other’s reaction. But then he changed things, took from me what I knew in my heart had always been his.
His touch became more aggressive, hands pinning down my hips while his tongue traced my bottom lip, eliciting a whimper. The needy sound was almost embarrassing.
My lips parted—bowed to his silent command. “Oh God.”
A guttural growl escaped him at the first taste of my mouth, his tongue delving deeper. “Jesus, Bailey. So good...you’re pure addiction.” One hand left my hips and skimmed up my pebbled flesh until reaching the strings of my bikini. He fingered the material and pulled it away from my body, only to let it snap back into place. The slight pain only adding to the already heady sensations flowing through my body, and I cried out into his mouth. “I could get used to that sound. So sweet.”
“Hunter, I—I need more.”
“Are you going to be a greedy little thing?” He swallowed my moan and thrust his hard length against me, the thin material of our shorts letting me feel every solid inch. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tilted my head back to his liking. This time his mouth clashed with mine in an unforgiving pace. It was rough. Hunger the likes of which I’d never experienced before consumed my rational thought, and I spread my legs wider to accept his clothed hips.
“You’re driving me insane,” I whimpered as the head of his cock settled over my clit and pressed down. Pulsing, he throbbed for me, and that was a thrilling realization. “What do you want from me?”
“Every. Fucking. Thing.” There was no hesitation in his reply. Hunter exhaled, letting me taste him in the air around us, hips never stopping their movement. “Me and you...we’re that forever kind of crazy perfection,” he groaned against my lips. “There’s no one else for me, and I’ll be your last everything. Don’t doubt us.”
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Chapter 9:
Just A Taste
“PLEASE DON’T STOP. SO CLOSE.”
“Admit it, Bailey. Admit that this sweet little pussy only gets wet for me. Will only ever come for me. Because of me.” Another short thrust and my pussy walls contracted, seeking his dick. “Give yourself to me and be my girl.”
“Can’t this conversation happen later?” When I was in control.
“Then I’ll explain everything later.” Suddenly, all movement stopped, and he removed himself from between my legs. Now, he straddled them, held them closed, while all I wanted to do was rub myself against his impressive length. “But not today. Tomorrow might be better in retrospect.”
Hunter removed my hands from their hold on him and placed them palms down on either side of my body. What the hell?
Why is he stopping?
“Tomorrow? Are you kidding me with this?” I snapped, furious that he was pulling the brakes. That he had more control than I did. “You can’t leave me like this.”
“Let me take you out on a date,” he said instead, ignoring my angry hiss. All the while his hand on my hip kept me from pushing him off the bed.
Hunter was in pain too, though. I could see it in his eyes while his tense arms held his weight off. It gave me an idea.
I could play dirty as well.
“Forget driving me insane, Miles. You’re giving me a headache.” Then I gave him my most pathetic pout and added a huff for good measure. It’d worked when I was younger and wanted to get my way.
Hoped at the very least that he’d take pity and get me off.
