Chapter 23 Hunter #2
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Probably, but the same rules apply.” I cover my fingers with the lube and kiss her shoulder. “You say your word, we stop.”
“You’re not going to use your dick, are you?”
“No, angel. Not yet. You know I’m too big.”
“God. At least you’re humble.” Max grunts when I ease my finger into her ass, a hand on her lower back to reassure her. “Fuck. Okay. That feels—”
“Give it a minute.” I fold my body over hers, kissing the space between her shoulders and her neck. “Relax.”
“Says the guy who doesn’t have a finger up his ass.”
“You can put one in mine if you want. I’m not opposed.” Her laugh is soft, following it up with a quiet oh when I push all the way to my second knuckle. “That’s it. I can already feel you stretching out. Almost there, then we use the toy.”
I’m patient, working off her cues and carefully adding another finger when she tells me it’s okay. Max is quiet at first, and then there’s a sigh. A groan and a nod. She reaches behind her, a hand on my thigh, and I squeeze her ass check with my other hand.
“I like that,” she whispers, a secret she’s afraid to admit. “With your cock and the toy, I’m going to feel unbelievably full.”
“That’s how you should always feel with me.” I’m careful when I take out my finger. I wet the plug with my mouth then with the lube, bringing it to her hole. “It’s going to feel more intense than my finger, but it’s not much bigger.”
“Your fingers are thick.”
“Compliment after compliment from you, angel. I’m going to make sure to fuck you nice and hard after this to thank you for your flattery. Deep breath for me, Max? Thatta girl,” I say, the head of the toy disappearing in her ass. “Halfway, and you’re doing so well.”
“Halfway? You’re shitting me. Oh, my god. Shitting. Please don’t tell me I’m going to—”
“You’re not. And if you do, that’s what the shower and towels are for.” I loop my arm around her front, reaching for her nipple. I twist it at the same time I insert the rest of the plug, proud when her body doesn’t protest. “Perfect.”
“Shit, Hunter. Why does this feel so… so good?”
“Because it’s always good when we’re together.” I don’t give her any warning before I push my cock inside her pussy, all the way to the hilt. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, baby.”
“It’s too much.” Max’s hand reaches for the headboard, her palm flat against the mahogany. “I can’t—”
“You can, and you will.” With my palm on the back of her neck, I thrust forward, groaning at how wet she is. “Trust me, this isn’t going to take long. Watching you fuck yourself multiple times? I’m a goner, sweetheart.”
She blows out a breath, her hips snapping against mine.
It’s incredible how well we fit together, and I’d be happy if the world ended tonight.
How can I complain when her hand reaches behind me, urging me to move faster?
How does it get better than this, our sweaty bodies joined, not knowing where one starts and the other ends?
“Goddamn. Your fucking cunt, Max. My favorite fucking pussy. I swear I see stars when I’m inside you,” I say.
“You’re so cheesy.” She laughs, slamming into me so hard, I almost keel over. “You make me feel so full. There’s no one I’d rather do this with than with you.”
“Now who’s cheesy?” My balls tighten, and I groan. “No judgment on how quick I’m going to finish, angel. And don’t move when I come. Every drop that lands on the sheets instead of in your pussy is a spanking.”
“I’m not sure that’s the threat you think it is.” Max does something with her hips that has me spiraling. I’m holding onto her so tightly, I know my fingerprints will linger on her skin long into the night. “God. I can’t wait until you fill me all the way up. Let me be your slut, Hunter.”
Possessiveness rips through like a thunderbolt.
I yell her name, spurts of cum coating the inside of her pussy like a fucking tattoo.
I want to be ingrained in every part of her like she’s imprinted herself on me.
Permanently, and someone I’m never going to forget.
I’m indebted to her, her body my salvation, and I don’t stop marking her until my legs give out.
“Shit.” I bring her onto the mattress with me, our limbs intertwined. “Sorry. That rocked me like a fucking hurricane.”
“Maybe you’re just old.” She giggles when I touch her ribs, tickling her. “Hey! Careful! I don’t want to waste anything.”
“Fuck. Hearing you say that shouldn’t make me hard again.” I bury my face in her hair, trying to control my breathing. “You must be a witch who has too much power over me.”
“It is almost Halloween.”
“I knew you weren’t human. An angel is right.”
Max smiles and rests her cheek on my chest, a content sigh leaving her. “Dinner is definitely ruined.”
“What? Why?”
“I left the bag of food over there.” She gestures vaguely to the other side of my room. “Everything is going to be cold.”
“I’ll order us something new as soon as my heart stops feeling like I’m going to go into cardiac arrest.”
“It must suck to grow up.”
“The absolute worst.” I yawn and stroke her hair, careful with the knots I find. “Stay the night?”
“Sure. But only if you do something for me.”
“Whatever it is, the answer is yes.”
“You don’t know what I’m going to say!”
“Don’t have to. I’d do anything for you.”
“Such a sap.” Max pushes up on her elbow and taps my nose.
“I want you to meet Skyler. I’ve met Leo, and I don’t like lying to my best friend about where I’ve been.
Plus, you’re… you’re starting to be important to me.
And for as much as I like being your slut in the bedroom, I think I’d like to be more than that.
Outside the bedroom. If… if that’s something you want too. ”
“Maxine Walters.” I roll on top of her, my hips pressing into hers. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Should I get a little piece of paper that says check yes or no?”
“You’re exhausting.” She touches my cheek, but she can’t stop smiling. “But, hypothetically, how would you answer?”
Baby, I’d put a ring on your finger tomorrow if it wouldn’t scare you off. What cake flavor should we go with? Do you want two kids or four?
“I’d say fuck, yes. I can’t wait to meet your best friend. If she’s important to you, she’s important to me.”
“I’m going to tell her about the serial killer part.”
“When you do, will you remember to mention the good serial killer part? I don’t want to be confused with the people that slash throats for shits and giggles.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Max kisses me, and I smirk. “Whatever you say.”
I hold her tight to my chest, not sure how anything gets better than this.