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“You feel so fucking good,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“Not as good as you feel.”
A smile pulls at my lips as I tremble, relishing the way it feels to have him so deep within me. He fills me so completely that it gives me a pinch of pain, but that somehow only serves to heighten the pleasure that grips me. I grip Hunter’s shoulders and start to move slowly, rising and falling on his long, deliciously thick staff. With every downward thrust, he hits that spot deep inside of me that sets off a rapturous explosion of feeling.
With his hands on my hips to guide me, Hunter begins moving beneath me. Faster and harder, the rhythm of our bodies moves in time with the torrent of rain beating down on the roof of the truck. The sound of our passion fills the cab, my every cry punctuated by the loud crack of thunder outside. Every ridge of his thick cock sliding along my wet inner walls fills me with an overpowering heat. It makes my every nerve ending crackle with sparks.
Our mouths crash together, and Hunter forces his tongue against mine, kissing me with a wild fury that almost knocks me off his lap. As I continue riding him, I steady myself by putting my hand against the window, leaving a smeared print on the foggy glass. Hunter thrusts himself upward as I thrust myself down, his cock piercing my deep center. His hands are still on my ass, squeezing and helping pull me down harder on top of him.
“You feel amazing, Daddy,” I say, my voice a choked whisper. “Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me harder, Daddy.”
Hunter’s face darkens with his lust, and a low growling hiss escapes through his clenched jaw. As we hurtle toward a powerful climax, our movements are frantic. He’s making me bounce up and down harder, slamming himself deep into me. As I feel his cock swell, a strong quiver passes through me. And when he presses his head back against the headrest, he lets out a moan as loud and rumbling as the thunder outside. A moment later, Hunter bursts.
The feeling of his warm, wet seed filling me up pushes me over the edge, and I cry out as my body shakes wildly. I cling to him, my fingers pressing hard into his shoulders as we come together. I feel his cock pulsing inside of me as my pussy throbs, milking every last drop of his come out of him. Our orgasms are powerful and seem to rock both of us to our very core. My breath is harsh and uneven, and it feels like fire is running through my veins as I revel in the feeling of Hunter draining himself inside of me.
As the last waves of pleasure ripple through us, I lean forward and press my forehead to his. Hunter’s dark eyes are fixed on mine and a small smile lifts the corners of his mouth that makes my still-racing heart stumble over itself.
“Wow,” I say.
He nods. “Wow.”
As we cling together behind the fogged-over windows of his truck relishing our ebbing orgasms, the rain beating on the roof of the truck lessens and stops altogether.
11
HUNTER
My eyes flutter, then open a crack, and I stare up at the ceiling as the morning sunlight slants in through the windows. A smile stretches across my face when I feel the warm, soft body of the woman sleeping beside me.
Last night was incredible. After having incredible sex in the truck, we came home and had sex twice more until we both collapsed in an exhausted, sweaty heap. And just lying next to her, listening to her soft breathing, and feeling her soft, supple skin pressed to mine, I feel my cock stirring, ready to have another round with her. I can’t get enough of this woman. She makes me feel insatiable.
I have never felt about somebody the way I feel about Harlow. She’s opened me up to things I never thought I could experience before. Things I never knew existed. I’ve always been reserved and have never allowed myself to really get in touch with my emotions. Doing what I do for a living and seeing the things I see on a daily basis, I’ve found it’s always best to compartmentalize. To keep your emotions locked away. Not really feeling things deeply and keeping myself divorced from my emotions has just become second nature to me.
Harlow has found a way to unlock those doors I’ve buried deep inside of me. Not just unlock them, but kick them in. Once they’re open, all those feelings I keep locked behind them come spilling out. And the thing that blows my mind the most is that she’s been able to do it without even trying. She’s been able to do it effortlessly. She’s been like a fucking Cat 5 hurricane that’s blown into my life and is turning everything upside down and on its head. I know it sounds ridiculous to say, but it’s been in the best way possible.
If I’m being honest, it’s been terrifying for me. I’m not used to really feeling things the way I have been these past few weeks. And I’ve certainly never been as open with a woman as I am with Harlow. I’ve never cared for somebody the way I care for Harlow. Maybe it’s her innocence or relentlessly optimistic attitude, but she’s made me see the world in an entirely different way. She’s made me see myself in an entirely different way. More than that, she’s made me want to be a better man. Without even trying, she’s making me change and grow in ways I never expected to grow and change when we first got together.
It’s still strange to me to think that we’re together at all. When I first met Harlow, back when she was a nineteen-year-old, dating Micah, I won’t deny that I was struck by her beauty. She was stunning even back then. But as I got to know her a bit better, I saw the many layers to her. She’s intelligent, passionate, kind, compassionate. If I had a checklist of the things I’d include in the perfect woman, she would tick all the boxes. But I never let myself entertain those thoughts back then. She was with my son, after all.
Now, though, as I trail my fingertips across her silken, milky-white skin, I shake my head, wondering at the twists and turns life takes. Harlow murmurs, and it sounds like she’s starting to wake up. A slow smile tugs the corners of my mouth as I contemplate starting the morning off the right way by fucking her in the shower. As my mind descends from the fog of fantasy and back into the reality beneath the light of day, I instantly realize something isn’t right. As if I’m picking up on a strange vibration in the air, or maybe the hint of a scent that doesn’t belong, I suddenly realize we’re not alone in the bedroom.
My eyes wide and my pulse racing, I sit up in bed. And when I see him leaning against the doorway of my bedroom, arms folded over his chest, a furious scowl on his face, my heart stops dead in my chest. I quickly work some moisture into my mouth and swallow hard. As if sensing my sudden tension, Harlow sits up, drawing in a sharp breath as she covers her bare chest with the sheet. She cuts her eyes to me, and I can see the fear in them.
“Jesus Christ, Micah,” I say quickly, trying to regain control of myself. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“You gave me a key a while back,” he says.
“Yeah. I know. But why are you here?”
“I just came by to check in on you,” he replies. “I heard you got out of the hospital.”
Micah’s voice is strangely calm. Almost detached. But his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are hard with rage, and I can see it’s a Herculean effort for him to keep his anger in check. A tremor passes through his body, and I can see the first cracks in the dam of his resolve starting to form. He’s not going to be able to hold back his fury much longer. I know I need to divert or somehow blunt it to keep it from exploding all over us. Moving quickly, I slip out of the bed and pull on a pair of boxers, then turn and step closer to my son.
“Listen,” I say. “Can we talk another time?—”
“What the fuck is going on here?” he asks in a harsh whisper.
“Micah—”
