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"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough and breathless.
I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. The connection between us is electric, a shared experience so deep it shocks me. That realization soars through my mind for only a second before euphoria overtakes me and I arch my back, his muffled name coming from my lips in silent screams and my body writhing in mute, magnificent ecstasy.
Through it all, he dominates me, controls me, fucks me.
When I come to, I feel lifelessly limp and utterly under his control.
He must see some measure of consciousness return to my blissed-out eyes, because he grins and says, “Time to turn you over. I want you on your knees. I want your ass.”
A broken, gleeful yelp escapes me — muted by my makeshift gag, but still an audible exclamation of pleasure and anticipation — and then Hunter flips me over, powerless fucktoy that I am.
Then my yelp turns into a quiet moan as his tongue finds my asshole.
The sensation is both unexpected and mind-blowing, sending fresh waves of arousal crashing over me. His tongue traces circles, teasing and tantalizing every nerve ending. I try to push back against him, craving more, but his hands hold me firmly in place.
Hunter's tongue delves deeper, and I feel myself spiraling into a new realm of pleasure. The fabric in my mouth muffles my moans, but they grow louder with each flick of his tongue. The intensity is almost too much to bear, and my body quivers with the effort of holding back the scream that's building inside me.
I grip the sheets tightly, my knuckles turning white as Hunter continues his sensual assault. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he pulls away, leaving me gasping and trembling.
With a firm hand on my hip, he positions himself behind me. I feel the heat of his body against mine, the delicious anticipation building once again.
“Are you ready?” His voice burns against me.
I nod.
First, he uses a finger, teasing me, testing me, preparing me, and even that is enough to make me shake and cry out for more. When he feels I’m ready — and I’m ready to break for all the shaking and writhing I’m doing — he enters me.
The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of fullness and friction that makes my toes curl and my back arch. Hunter's pace is relentless from the start, driving deep inside me with each thrust. The force of it sends ripples of pleasure radiating through my body, making my head spin.
He grips my hips hard, guiding me back onto his cock with each movement. The sounds of our flesh meeting and our muffled cries fill the room.
Hunter's fingers dig into my skin as he takes me harder, deeper. My breath comes in ragged, muted gasps.
“You’re going to come for me again,” he growls, his hands holding me tight, making clear that I am his — under his control, belong to him, am owned by him — completely. “You’re going to come while I fuck your tight ass.”
His words hit something inside me, as does his thick cock, and before I know it, I’m shaking and screaming into my gag, my hands clawing at my mattress like I’m part feral animal.
The climax rolls through me in wave after relentless wave, each more intense than the last. My muffled screams seem distant, my senses blurred as I succumb entirely to the euphoria of the moment. Hunter doesn't relent; his thrusts continue, deep and powerful, prolonging my ecstasy until I'm nothing more than a quivering mass beneath him.
Finally, I feel him tense, his grip on my hips tightening as he buries himself one last time inside me. A guttural growl escapes his lips as he reaches his own peak, and the sensation of his release sends a final shudder of pleasure through my body.
For a few moments, neither of us moves. The only sounds are our labored breaths and the pounding of our hearts. Slowly, Hunter withdraws from me and collapses onto the bed beside me. He pulls the gag from my mouth gently, kisses me with deep ferocity, and we lay there in silence, our bodies spent and sated.
The reality of what just transpired washes over me in fragments. My troubles obliterated, if only temporarily. I had found exactly what I needed in that raw intensity with Hunter — an escape.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch surprisingly tender after the ferocity we just shared.
"You okay?" he murmurs.
I nod weakly, unable to form words just yet. His eyes search mine for any sign of regret or discomfort, but all he finds is gratitude.
Hunter smiles softly and pulls me into his arms. I nestle against him, feeling safe in a way I hadn't expected. The storm within me is quiet for now.
After a long while in his arms, I extract myself and sit up. My tummy is rumbling, and all I can think about are eggs and bacon.
“I need to eat,” I say. The words feel funny on my lips, as if my mouth is full of cotton, while aftershocks of orgasm run through my body. “I need to eat, shower, and get back to work.”
Hunter rumbles something that might be agreement, or maybe a half-snore. His eyes are lidded partly closed and there’s a profoundly satisfied smile on his face. I like this view. I can’t wait to see it more mornings when I’m not stressed out of my mind by impending academic doom.
