CHAPTER 29 #3
“Yes.”
He smirked and his tongue forked out, drinking the champagne from my skin like it was liquid gold, blazing a path to my wet cunt.
“Hot little sluts like you love to drive a man wild, hm?” He licked the drop running over my hip bone with a hungry sound.
“Prancing around the club like a gorgeous dicktease, knowing every man in the room’s got a hard-on for you.
” Sucked a love bite on my waist. “But I’m the only one who gets to have all of this, huh, baby?
” Nipped my mound playfully. “I’m the lucky motherfucker who gets to please you until you’re screaming loud enough for everyone to know what we’re doing behind closed doors.
” Then the head of the empty bottle parted my slit and mingled with my wetness.
“Now keep your eyes on me while I stretch your pussy with this champagne bottle like it’s one of those toys you love so much, doll. ”
Fuck, he was such an alpha.
Like a good girl, I kept my eyes on Hunter as he inserted one inch, two inches, three inches, and fuck the entire neck of the empty champagne bottle into my pussy.
My back bowed at the welcomed intrusion, my toes curled in my heels, and my breath caught in my throat…
until he started slowly sliding the makeshift toy in and out of my snug channel.
The cold glass against my warm arousal only heightened my desire in a way I couldn’t fully comprehend or explain.
I just knew that I needed him to keep going. “Oh my God.”
His eyes darkened at the sight of my pussy stretched and leaking arousal on the glass surface. His free hand came to tweak and slap my nipples the way I liked, while his other kept thrusting the champagne bottle inside of me like it was his cock.
“More, Hunter.” Gasping moans slipped out of me. My walls clenched around the impromptu glass dildo. Hunter lavished my breasts with attention and I pushed them together for him, facilitating his access as he alternated between licking and sucking each of my hardened peaks. “Please.”
“You’re beautiful filled to the brim, Gabriela.
Like a filthy little plaything showing her favourite footballer some groupie love.
” His fingers rubbed my clit in time with the bottle’s thrusts, caressing the very spot inside my pussy that turned me cross-eyed.
The prominent veins along his forearm would be enough to make me come, if not for that sinful crooning voice.
“I want you to picture something. Your scumbag ex. Walking in on us. At this very moment.” The tip of his tongue traced one nipple before he gently bit and tugged, a retaliation for the way I’d treated his piercing.
“The shock on his face when he sees you, naked in the moonlight, getting your wet pussy fucked with the kind of champagne bottle his loser-ass could never afford.” He repeated the same treatment on the other nipple.
“Then he freezes when he realizes it’s his ex-girlfriend making all that noise as she gets done by a real man.
Franco hears your loud moans and feels shocked, embarrassed, and angry.
You were always the best thing he ever had and now?
He probably cries himself to sleep every goddamn night, knowing he lost a fucking ten while I get to have you for keeps. ”
I panted louder. Spread my legs wider. Canted my hips to chase every thrust.
“We’d give him the show of his life, baby. He’d never be able to fuck himself again without remembering how stunning you look creaming over a bottle that’s no doubt twice the size of his puny dick.”
I gasped and writhed.
Hunter chuckled lazily, blowing on my nipples.
“And right as you’re about to orgasm, like a coward, he runs away with his tail between his legs, knowing he could never treat you like me.
” Hunter bit my neck. Right over my pulse.
A claiming mark. “I’m sure Franco never dropped a single penny on you.
Unlike me. I’m stacked up and I’ll spend it all on you as long as it keeps you satiated, doll. ”
The. Mouth. On. This. Man.
He was nasty, feeding me images of my useless ex-boyfriend finding us like a cuckolded bitch, and I loved it.
God, my body on fire. “Hunterhunterhunter.”
He stared down at me almost angrily, an undertone of his hunger. “Fuck.” The same fingers that had been rubbing my clit skated over my lips. “What I wouldn’t give to feel your mouth wrapped around my dick again.”
Despite the cobwebs of desire clouding my mind, I managed to plead, “D-do it.” I sucked his fingers into my mouth. “Fill me here too, Hunter.”
His nostrils flared. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Do it while you do me.”
Hunter withdrew the champagne bottle from my drenched pussy and brought it between us. “Taste how delicious you are, Gabriela.”
Grabbing the bottle with a shaky hand, I licked it as he directed, keeping my eyes on him as he shed his pants and briefs. They joined my discarded dress and his shirt.
Stripped down to full nakedness, I was hypnotized by the picture he created—all muscles and smooth tan skin inked like a work of art.
The snake tattoos on his left arm and right thigh seemed to come alive as he shifted towards me, the silver nipple piercing glinting in the light.
Pure strength. Flawless beauty. And completely untouchable.
Hunter looked every bit the incarnation of the wicked sex god I claimed him to be, ascended from dark lands and roaming the mortal realm in search of his lover.
Me.
Despite his name, there was nothing saintly about this man.
Underneath his formal attire and football uniform was a heathen who loved seeing me undone. He brought out my demon side, the one whose limits of depravity were fictitious, and played with it like he was a master puppeteer holding the very strings of my being.
I never wanted to escape his clutches.
Be it hell or heaven, I wanted to be next to Hunter Saint Warren.
“Good girl,” he praised when he saw I polished the bottle and manoeuvred my body around till I lay sideways, placing me flat and center on the surface of the sturdy wooden desk. “Now lay your head back and relax. I’m going to enter you gently and if it gets too much, tap my thigh twice, all right?”
I could only muster a nod, excitement momentarily robbing me of breath.
Hunter balled up his discarded dress shirt and positioned it under my head so I was comfortable. Then I watched him climb onto the desk with the sleekness of a predator, that strong body of his half shadowed and half illuminated in the moonlight.
As he grabbed the backs of my knees and brought them to my chest, folding my body in half and leaving my pussy open for him, my vision was blessed with the sight of his thick cock dangling above me.
And his ass…
It was muscular and biteable, the kind you could bounce a quarter off. I gave in to the urge to grab it with both hands and squeeze. “This ass deserves to be on billboards.”
Hunter could make millions as an underwear model.
He laughed low and deep. “Funny. That’s the same thought I have whenever I see yours.” With his knees on either side of my head, his hand clasped underneath my chin. “You ready for me, Gabby?”
I had sixty-nined before, but never reversed like this. Anticipation expanded in my core. “Yes.”
His thumb parted my lips. “Open wider for me.” I did as Hunter asked and he dipped an inch of himself slowly inside of me.
He groaned, inserting more of his inches into my mouth.
“Ah, fuckkk. Twice was enough to ruin me, baby. Twice was enough for me to know that I’m going to need to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock forever. ”
I relaxed, letting him fully bottom inside of me in just a few more strokes.
Hunter trembled above me from the pleasure, hands caressing down my torso. “You good?” he asked huskily. “Tap me once.”
I slapped his ass.
He choked out a strangled sound, having meant his thigh. Oopsies. Could you blame me, though? “Devious girl.”
My smile stretched around his thick girth.
Hunter leaned forward to cover the rest of my body with his and brought his mouth just shy of my cunt.
His warm breath blew over my slickness and he dipped a finger across my sensitive slit.
I shivered and heard the unmistakable sound of him sucking me off his finger, the moan that followed afterwards downright immoral.
“I really could eat you out all day, princess.”
Hunter fell over my pussy and went straight for my clit, flicking it in quick spurts of that talented tongue.
Two fingers entered my opening at the same time, working in tandem to drive me wild.
I whined and moaned. My hips tried rocking in time with his thrusting fingers, yet were pinned beneath his strong weight.
My eyes widened when Hunter pulled his wet fingers out of my pussy and trailed them towards my puckered hole.
“You ever taken a cock here, doll?” He rimmed it teasingly and lifted his hips enough to free my mouth so I could speak. A stream of saliva cascaded down my chin.
I gasped. “N-no, but I—”
“Good.” He swiftly shoved his cock back inside my mouth with a rough pump that had my eyes watering. His satisfied smirk plumed over my flesh. “You’ll take mine. I’ll fill every goddamn hole in your tight little body until you forget about any fucker who came before me.”
My head swam with unspeakable lust. Dirty and raw like Hunter’s smoky tone, it trickled through my veins like a match, setting me on fire.
Hunter pistoned his hips, shoving all his inches into my mouth with no finesse.
My tongue laved over his cock and I sucked him like my life depended on it, the walls of my throat flexing around his thickness.
I grabbed onto his outer thighs and ass for purchase, raking my fingernails over his skin, leaving marks that were akin to the ones he left indelibly on my soul.
His masculine groans reverberated against my sensitive flesh as he ate me out with zeal, my own moans not too far behind.
He dipped the tip of his thumb into my ass…
And the champagne bottle returned, its neck fucking my pussy in sync with his tongue flicking over my engorged clit in a blurring motion. Every hole of mine was filled by him.
I was losing my mind, my body going into overdrive and wracked with a myriad of sensations travelling from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, causing my heart to pound fast and my arousal to drip onto the table.
When his gravelly voice said, “You’re so wet, so tight, so mine, baby. Mm. I want your pussy to make a mess all over my face. Do you think you can be a good girl and do that for me?” I knew I’d never be the same again.
I was convinced that he had always belonged in the tapestry of my destiny—that the lines in my palms had always been stitched with his name.
The air in the office was decorated with our desire-fueled sounds and the smell of sex. Our mutual orgasm began to crest. There were no thoughts. No inhibitions. Only this sweet surrender as we pleasured each other.
“Fuck, you’re close,” Hunter all but snarled over my throbbing cunt.
“Me too.” His pace grew jerky as he sloshed his cock in and out of my mouth, while never leaving my clit alone, and switched out the champagne bottle for three fingers, hitting my G-spot in the perfect rhythm.
“I want you to swallow every drop like the nasty slut you are, Gabby.”
It didn’t take long before I exploded with a muffled scream.
Hunter lapped at my arousal, coming down my throat with a deep groan.
I made sure to drink down every bit of him.
After a few seconds, Hunter grunted as he pulled his softening cock out of me and rolled over to the side, giving me space. He carefully balanced his big body so he didn’t fall off the desk.
We were both panting and a mixture of twisted limbs, but I could have lain here until the end of time.
That was so much fun. I wanted to do this with him again. And again. And again.
Hunter dragged his wet fingers over the cum seeping from my mouth and fed it back to me. I licked and sucked his digits clean, tasting both our releases.
Then he braided our fingers and brought my knuckles to his lips for a kiss.
I lifted myself on one elbow and caught Hunter’s blue eyes and sated expression. His body glistened lightly with the exertion of our activity and strands of his black hair stuck along his forehead with sweat.
The gentle smile slowly curling over his mouth had my heart swooning.
“Gabby,” he grated. “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“Talk to me,” he said when I watched him silently with a possessive look, rubbing his palm over my thigh in a soothing motion. “What’s on your mind?”
That you’re so handsome, so perfect, and so very mine.
Still heaving from that powerful release, I smiled. “That this is one sturdy desk.”
Hunter’s entire face morphed with amusement and he laughed my favourite laugh.