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“Harlow, what we have is special. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I’m not ready or willing to just let it go by without fighting for you. Without fighting for us,” he says. “Can you really tell me you’re willing to just end this? To walk away from what we were building?”
“I don’t want to, but?—”
“But nothing. We only get so many chances to be truly happy in this life. We only have so many chances to find that rare and special love with somebody that we have. Do you really want to just throw that away?”
With my emotions churning so wildly in my belly, I don’t trust myself to speak. So, I don’t say anything. His eyes burn so hot into me I fear they’re going to scorch me from the inside out, so I look down at the ground instead. He steps forward and slides his fingers under my chin, raising my face so I’m looking him in the eye. My vision blurs as my eyes well with tears. Hunter cups my face in his hands and caresses my cheek with his thumb.
“You’re mine, Harlow. You belong to me, and I belong to you,” he says softly. “I love you and I don’t want to walk away from this. I don’t want to lose you.”
“What about Micah?” I ask, my voice trembling.
He shrugs. “We’ll either work it out or we won’t. I love my son, but I’m not going to let his petty outrage dictate how I live my life. Or with whom.”
The first tear spills down my cheek, and Hunter gently brushes it away with his thumb. My heart and stomach turn over on themselves. The dam of resolve I’d built is being torn down brick by brick. I look deep into his dark eyes and feel a warmth I’ve never felt before flow through my veins.
“I love you, Harlow. And I want to be with you,” he says. “But if you don’t want this, if you want me to leave, just say so and I’ll go and won’t bother you again. But something tells me you want this every bit as much as I do. Tell me I’m wrong.”
I try to summon my strength again to tell him we can’t. That his relationship with his son is far more important than what we have. But when I open my mouth, I can’t find those words.
“You’re not wrong,” I say with a whisper as my own wants and desires come to the fore. “I love you too, Hunter. And I do want this.”
The words have barely cleared my lips when he smiles, leans down, and kisses me. It’s tender but passionate and fills my heart with all the emotions we’re both feeling. I cling to him, losing myself in his kiss, trembling from head to toe, my body filling with the sweetest sensations I’ve ever felt, and all I can think is that I want more. That I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I find myself clawing at Hunter’s belt. I manage to get it undone quickly and move onto his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. His lips brush my ear. The soft moan that passes his lips as I reach into his boxers and grab his long, thick cock is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. Gripping him as hard as I can, I stroke his dick, and his moans turn into a hungry growl. He pushes back and looks me in the eye.
“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.
