18. Stevie #3
I put my hands on his shoulders for leverage and try to meet each of his thrusts with my own.
My toes curl as the pleasure sinks into my bones.
It almost feels like an out-of-body experience, especially with the way Hunter is looking at me, and how neither one of us is saying a word.
It’s just our bodies having an intimate, sacred conversation.
The orgasm hits me hard, rolling through me in undulating waves. I feel it pulsing in every cell of my body. I throw my head back and cry out, digging my fingers into Hunter’s shoulders. It triggers an emotional response, and the tears come before I can stop them, streaming down my face.
Hunter doesn’t stop thrusting, going faster and harder until his grip on me tightens and he groans, pouring his cum inside me. “Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. “Goddamn.”
A minute later, he pulls out and gently deposits me on the couch. He leaves. I keep crying, hugging myself tight and just letting it all pour out of me. Hunter comes back with a small towel and some tissues. He cleans me up and wipes my tears away without saying a word. I feel so embarrassed.
I sniffle. “I missed you,” I say as he continues wiping my face.
“I know.” He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, putting me on his bed. I crawl under the covers, even more embarrassed now, but the way he’s being so gentle with me makes my heart swell.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
“For what?” He gets into bed beside me.
“For crying like a little baby.”
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he says, surprising me.
I don’t want to tell him what happened after the game. I should. I know I should. But I can’t get the words out.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I’m just emotional today.”
He hovers over me, his fingers fluttering over my cheek, caressing it slowly. “You haven’t texted me all week,” he says, and there’s a warning in his tone.
“You haven’t texted me either.”
“So? You better not have been with some other guy.”
I blink at him. The accusation is so preposterous, I almost laugh. “I would never. There’s no one else I wanna be with.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? You want me so bad you ignored me for a fucking week?”
“I didn’t ignore you!” I burst out.
He just looks at me, his gorgeous blue eyes stormy.
His fingers slide into my hair and he pulls, his earlier gentleness completely gone.
He leans into me and takes my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging and biting.
The pain is so good – it makes my nipples tighten.
Hunter pulls the bed cover off me and puts a hand on my breast, squeezing it and pinching my nipple.
I cry out at the pleasure-pain and rock my hips, wanting him again.
He notices. “Damn,” he says, his gaze sliding up and down my body. “I guess you did miss me.” He strokes the side of my breast, my waist, my hip, his hand slowly gliding over my skin. My pussy drips and I start whimpering, so desperate for him to touch me at my core.
He’s hard again. A bead of precum from his cock falls onto my belly.
I writhe on the bed, silently begging him. He pulls my legs apart and settles between them, his hard cock pressing against my opening. “Don’t ever fucking ignore me again,” he says.
“I wasn’t ignoring you,” I protest.
“Yes, you fucking were,” he growls, pinning my arms to the bed, his fingers tightening around my wrists. “If you want me to fuck you right now, be a good little girl and apologize.”
I don’t know why it turns me on so much when he’s rough and angry like this. But it does. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“What? I didn’t catch that.”
“I’m sorry,” I say in a normal tone. “I’ll never do it again.”
“No, you fucking won’t,” he says and nudges my opening with his cock.
A second later, he thrusts all the way inside and I lift my hips off the bed, back arching as I cry out.
Even though I was wet and ready, he’s so big that it hurts every time, and this time he did not take it slow.
I spread my legs, trying to get accustomed to the intrusion. I can hardly breathe.
Hunter pulls all the way out and pounds into me again.
Oh my god. It’s insane how it hurts and feels so good at the same time. He fucks me fast and hard and deep, and I know he’s punishing me.
“I’m sorry,” I say again. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
He sets a bruising, relentless pace, keeping me pinned to the bed, his stormy gaze on me the whole time. I can’t look away from him.
“I’m sorry, Hunter.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I wrap my legs around him, feeling the orgasm beginning to churn inside me. My eyes flutter closed. “Please don’t stop,” I whimper. “I’m gonna come.”
“Look at me,” he commands in a gruff tone.
My eyes pop open. One of his hands snakes around my throat, pressing down a little. I gasp. “Always look at me when I’m fucking you, princess.”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling safe and protected and so turned on.
He fucks me steadily, setting a perfect rhythm, and I don’t stop looking at him, even when the orgasm rushes at me like a tidal wave and my body stiffens as my pussy tightens and releases, convulsing again and again around his hard cock.
He groans again and quickens his pace, a fine mist of sweat glistening on his perfect body, his rhythm becoming erratic and uncontrolled. “Fuck, baby” he says. “You feel so good.” And I feel so sated and euphoric as he fills me up with his cum again.