21. Hunter
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
hunter
I pressed the head of my cock against her and slowly, carefully pushed inside. My blood roared as our gazes locked. Her lips softened on a mewling moan. Every sound she made was driving me crazy.
I was breaking all the rules. But after waking up next to her, after kissing her, I’d decided—fuck the rules.
Just for today.
Emma’s eyes fluttered, her nails digging into my biceps. I huffed as her pussy clenched around me as she took another inch.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “What the fuck?”
I kissed down her neck to her breasts. I took one of her nipples between my lips and sucked, feeling her response. I wanted her nice and wet for me. As I teased her, she moved against me—taking more of my cock. I sucked and tugged each nipple, feeding off the lust between us.
She dragged her nails down my arms and I cursed. It felt so fucking good. I was fighting for control right now, fighting every part of me that wanted to take this fast. She’d been begging for me to just fuck her, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to savor our first and only time together.
“How far in are you?”
I looked down. “Getting closer.”
“Give it all to me.”
“Baby, I don’t think you can take it all.”
“Try me,” she growled.
“I don’t want to hurt you?—”
She bucked her hips, demanding more of me. I planted my hands to either side of her with a growl as her legs wrapped around my waist.
“ Please .”
“Damn it, Emma. Hold on to me.”
I couldn’t stop myself anymore. Not after her pretty little beg.
She tightened her grip on me as I kissed her hard. In that same moment, I thrust my hips, taking her exactly like she wanted. I caught her gasp between my lips, our moans melding together.
I’d never seen anything more beautiful than her expression as I fucked her. The way her brows lifted, her lips soft with tender cries, her eyes full of heat. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Frenzied lust mixed with awe.
I pumped in and out of her relentlessly. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the room. She gasped, her nipples hard as she arched. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and looped the other arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me as I fucked her.
I’d been dreaming about this moment for years. Her pussy clenched around me as I fucked her harder, not giving either of us a moment to breathe.
“You feel so fucking good,” I grunted. “You’re mine .”
“I’m yours,” she whimpered.
Her nails left a trail of scratches over my back, which only made my hips jerk harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so close to coming inside of her.
“Breed me,” she gasped in my ear. “I want your cum dripping out of me.”
A growl tore from my throat. I was so fucking close. I pulled out of her and pushed her legs back, enjoying her squeal as her ankles ended up by her head. Her eyes lit up as she held them in place, her pussy begging for more.
I held her gaze as I thrust into her again. Her scream melted into a breathless moan as I drove deeper, teasing her clit. She started to tremble as she bent in half, her eyes leaving mine to watch my cock slid in and out of her.
My blood rushed in my ears as I came to the edge. I gave a final thrust and buried my cock deep inside her, coming hard. Hot spurts of cum filled her, her moans heightening as she clenched around me, her orgasm following mine.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Fuck, I can feel it all inside of me.”
“Do you…fuck ,” I panted, unable to form full sentences. “Breeding kink?”
“ Yes .”
I closed my eyes. Sweat glistened on our skin. I stayed just like that, savoring the euphoria that flowed through my veins. My cock continued to pulse in place, trapping my cum inside her.
It hit me that I really wanted to get her pregnant.
The idea of it made my cock harden again. Her eyes widened. “What…?”
“I thought about getting you pregnant,” I grunted, moving my hips again.
“ Oh . Do you like the idea of that?”
“No. Maybe. Yes .”
“And claiming me as yours?”
“You are mine. At least right now, Emma.” Another deep thrust, followed by her whimpering moan. “You’re mine, your wet little pussy is mine. Mine .” I didn’t care how fucking selfish I sounded.
“Yes,” she panted. “Fuck. Just like that.”
Every movement was deep and measured. My cum glistened on my cock, dripping down her cunt as I moved in and out. Her fingers dug into the backs of her thighs as she remained folded in half, her head tossing back and forth against the pillow as I took her again.
“I want you to claim every hole.”
Fuck. I wanted that too.
“Your ass too?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please. It’s been too long?—”
I pulled out of her again, enjoying her squeak as I flipped her over onto all fours. I pushed her knees apart and her breasts against the blankets, snatching a pillow and placing it under her stomach for support.
Now her pussy shined in front of me, my cum dripping from her just like she’d asked for. Her beautiful pussy ingrained into my memory—a sight I’d never forget for as long as I lived. My cock jerked. She was on display for me, bred by me.
“Fucking beautiful,” I murmured, pushing some of my thick cum back in. “Let’s keep that all in, huh?”
She shivered, pushing back against my fingers. I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and spread them, looking at her hole, my cock ready to fill it.
First, I wanted to get a taste.
I moved my fingers in and out of her as I lowered my mouth to her, running my tongue over her. Emma let out a surprised whine as I rimmed her, all while fucking her with my fingers. I curled them down slightly, feeling for the rough pad of her G-spot.
My cock was painfully hard again. I drove my tongue with the same fervor I fucked her pussy with my fingers, finding a rhythm that had her squirming. She was fighting to remain still, her melodic voice singing louder as she took the pleasure.
If only I had my ropes. Then I could tie her in place and do this for hours. Edging her until she was so close to coming, only to deny her the pleasure and do it all over again.
I was lucky. I had my little goddess’s pussy on my fingers, her ass on my mouth, and I wanted more. She was an addiction, an obsession, and it scared the fuck out of me how I was ready to toss my entire life away just to make her happy. She could call me dimples and bathe me in glitter, and I wouldn’t bat an eye if it meant she was happy.
“ Hunter ,” she moaned.
God, I’d never get tired of hearing my name on her lips.
I withdrew my tongue and rose up behind her. “Yes, baby?”
“ Please .”
I’d also never get tired of hearing her beg.
I added more lube and then pressed the head of my cock against her ass, carefully pushing forward. There was a bit of resistance at first, but then she took me, our grunts blended as I slid deeper, until my balls were against her ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, tipping my head back. I fought to breathe, fought for control.
I leaned over her, kissing her shoulders as I started to fuck her all over again. I watched her fingers dig into the blankets, her ass squeezing me tight with every pump.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpered.
I kept the same pace, the brutal repetitive thrusts as her voice pitched higher, her muscles tensing. I felt the moment she was on the edge and watched in pure awe as she came, tightening around me like a coil as she rode the abandon.
I buried my face against her back as I gave a last thrust, burying myself as deep as I could as I came again, filling her with all that I had. She moaned as she melted beneath me. I caged her in my arms, relaxing against her as much as I could without crushing her.
“You can lay all the way on me,” she mumbled. “I like the weight of you on top of me.”
I let out a soft hum and relaxed further.
The two of us stayed like that for a few minutes until Emma let out a soft, satisfied sigh. “Want to shower?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Good.”
“I also want to get my rope and tie you up.”
That admission slipped out before I could stop it. I felt her tense in surprise.
“We should talk about that,” she said. “Like… kinks. And things.”
“Mmhmm.” I kissed her shoulder again. “Emma…”
“No,” she said. “Don’t take that tone. We’re not thinking about anything else right now. I want a shower and to hear exactly what you want to do to me.”
I chuckled. “You’re so demanding.”
“I know what I want.”
I smiled against her skin. “Alright, sparks. I’m pulling out.”
“And then I’m running for the shower.”
And she did exactly that. I pulled out and grinned as she darted for the bathroom, rolling out of bed and following her. She flipped on the hot water and I found myself feeling grateful she’d remodeled the shower with glass doors. I admired her as I pulled open one of the sink cabinet drawers.
“Toothbrush?”
“There’s a spare in the bottom drawer.”
I brushed my teeth and then joined her, squeezing into the shower. Her hair was already soaked, even longer when wet and curling down her back. I tipped her chin up as I planted a kiss on her lips, steam curling around us.
“Tell me,” she said with a smirk. “What secrets do you have, huh?”
“So many,” I said. “Let me under the water.”
I reached up and adjusted the shower head so it would douse us both, and then started to knead her shoulders. She groaned, relaxing under my grip.
“I’m into shibari,” I said. “I like playing with rope. Chest harnesses, suspension, all of the things. There are classes you can take in Austin that I go to occasionally.”
“Whoa,” she said. “That sounds like fun.”
“I think so. I have a couple friends in the community I’ve learned from too.” I grazed my knuckles over her chest, cupping one of her breasts. “I want to see these in rope.”
“I’ve been tied up before,” she said. “But only once.”
“Did you like it?” I asked.
She nodded. “I did. I’d love to try it out with you.”
“We can do that,” I said. “Emma—what are we doing?”
“We’re having sex,” she said with a shrug.
“But that’s all it is…”
“Yeah.”
I pressed my lips together and nodded. My chest felt heavy, my heart sticky with feelings I didn’t want to give time to.
“What else do you like?” she asked.
“Clearly I have a breeding kink. I don’t know if I want kids though,” I chuckled.
“I mean, those two things don’t necessarily go hand in hand,” she said with a grin. “But, that was hot. Hearing you say you want to breed me. That you want to get me pregnant.”
Even hearing her say it now, my cock jerked to attention. I narrowed my eyes on her evil smirk. “I also like spanking,” I said. “But with my hands. And I have bondage tape too. I’m interested in all the items I saw in your drawer.” Her cheeks turned red. “Tell me what you like.”
“All sorts of things,” she said. “I like being restrained. I like submitting, although only when someone earns the submission. But it’s nice to give into those desires and to let go of being in control. I’m used to having to make so many decisions in my everyday life, so giving up the reins for a bit is relaxing. It puts me into a good head space.”
I nodded, understanding what she meant. Many submissives I’d met over the years were lawyers, CEOs, scientists, and such. Turning off their brain allowed other parts of their body to turn on .
“I like the idea of doing some role playing too,” she said. “But I’ve never done that before.”
“Want me to come fix your sink?”
The corner of her mouth tugged. “Maybe I do.”
I reached for her body soap and quirked a brow. “Can I wash you?”
“Yes.”
I poured some of the soap into my palms and lathered it up. Black violets and saffron filled the shower and I inhaled deeply, my mouth watering as I started to run my hands over her body. “If we do more, and especially if we start getting into BDSM activities, we need safe words,” I said.
“I like the stop light system,” she said. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go.”
“I like that too,” I agreed.
“And if I’m wearing a ball-gag…”
Fuck. I needed to see that on her.
“Then I like to hold up one finger for green, two for yellow, and three for red.”
“Perfect,” I said. “What about spanking?”
Her breath hitched as I cupped her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples. They hardened as soap bubbles trailed down her body to swirl around the drain.
“Yes,” she said. “We can try it. Also… well, never mind.”
“Uh uh. Tell me. Ask me.”
“CNC?”
Fuck.
“I’ve never done that before, but I’ve always fantasized about it. My turn with the soap.” She grabbed the bottle and poured some of it into her palms, lathered it, and then pushed me against the tiled wall.
I narrowed my eyes on her. “Sparks. You’re playing with fire.”
“I know,” she said. “But I like the burn, dimples.”
Earlier, I’d promised myself that having sex with her today would be the one and only time. But now my thoughts were bursting with ideas of all the things we could do together.
She wasn’t the only one playing with fire.
Maybe we’d just do this until the jackass was gone…
All my thoughts evaporated as Emma ran her hands down my chest to my cock. She knelt down before I could stop her, hot water streaming over us as she washed me.
“Come to the cabin with me,” I whispered. “After our shower. I have rope there. And a mirror.”
“Oh really?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Should I maybe bring other things too?”
“You should.”
She smiled as she cupped my balls. I groaned, my body shuddering. “ Emma .”
She stood back up and winked at me. “Let’s wash off and I’ll pack a bag.”
I cupped my hand behind her neck and kissed her once more, savoring the taste of her tongue against mine.
“Are all your towels pink?” I asked as we stepped out of the shower.
“Yep.” She tossed me the fluffiest, pinkest one of all.
I wrapped it around my hips and shook my head, hiding a smirk.
I was getting in over my head.
But I couldn’t stop. When it came to Emma, there was no turning back.