CHAPTER 34 #2
Hunter slammed his mouth onto mine. We alternated between kissing passionately and breathing in each other, while his wet fingers voyaged towards my swollen clit and played with it. “You like the feel of me inside of you, baby?”
I moaned. “I-I love it, Hunt.”
A gratified sound rumbled in his chest. “Nothing compares to the feel of being inside of you. You’re so warm, slippery, tight.
I’m addicted to you and we’ve barely gotten started,” he said raggedly, kissing the R tattoo behind my ear.
My heart pounded faster at his confession.
“I’ll need this every day till I die. I’ll go insane without it—without you. ”
“Me too.” I’d lose my mind without him. I was thoroughly ensnared in his web. Hunter clutched the undersides of my tits and licked and sucked my nipples. “P-please move. I want to feel you.”
“Call me your love again.”
Something foreign moved inside my heart at his request. “Please, my love. I need you.”
“I need you too, my love.” He churned his cock deep inside of me, the deep groan that ignited from his throat melding with my soft moan. “All the damn time.”
God, this man.
What was he doing to me?
I’d never stood a chance against him and all his affection.
He’d successfully broken down my barriers and every attempt to keep things platonic.
I felt myself falling for him with every passing day…
but now it was evidently clear that I was already halfway in love with him.
And I embraced the emotion with open arms.
If there was anyone worth loving in this lifetime, it was Hunter.
“I’m going to move now.” Hunter gripped my hips. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, unable to string together a sentence.
For a moment, Hunter simply rocked in and out of me. Pulling out till just the tip kissed my entrance before pushing back until he was seated to the hilt. I couldn’t stop staring at his glistening, fat cock pushing into my small pussy. It was incredibly sexy.
The outside world melted and curled away like a parchment lit on fire. Leaving just us in the moonlight with the glorious sensation of Hunter’s slow and deep thrusts, chipping away the remaining vines that kept my heart shielded from the very feelings he wrought within me.
Everything he was doing to me wasn’t enough. If anything, I wanted… “More, Hunt.”
He threw my legs over his broad shoulders and somehow went even deeper.
My gasp melted into a long moan, his cock hitting a spot that had previously only been caressed with his fingers and one of my toys. “Mmfuck.”
Hunter smirked devilishly. This debonair man of mine who constantly flirted with a wicked edge appeared like a tattooed sex god between my legs, full lips parting enough for his tongue to peek out so he could lick his thumb and bring it down to my clit, rubbing it in that expert way of his that made a coruscation of constellation dance behind my lids. “Like that, doll?”
My next orgasm began to crest already.
“Mhm.” Though I enjoyed being tied, I couldn’t help myself from unconsciously yanking at my bonds, wanting to cup his face and kiss him everywhere, wanting to sink my nails into his powerful thighs, wanting to clutch at his back and feel every muscle in it shifting as he screwed me in a way that was more akin to lovemaking.
“You’re fucking me so well. I’m so full, bello. ”
My praise washed over him with a feral quality.
“Fuck, baby. Fuckkk.” His barrel chest bowed with an inhale and his thrusting increased slightly in pace, but he still held himself in check.
I needed him to unleash the entire extent of his depravity and fuck me like a brute.
He threw his head back on a particular hard thrust, that corded neck of his just begging to be bitten.
“I can feel you tightening. You’re going to come again, aren’t you? Just from this?”
The squelching sounds as our flesh met grew in decibels. Unashamed, I mumbled out a shaky, “Y-yes.”
He smirked darkly and slapped my clit. “I’m going to fill this slutty little hole with so much cum, you’ll be leaking me for days, princess.”
That nearly sent me over the edge. “Hunter!”
“You’ve got permission. Come all over my cock,” he growled, strumming my body like a maestro. “Give me something good to lick, Gabriela.”
A choppy moan broke past my lips right as I was swept under a current of bliss. Right before my eyes shut, I caught Hunter’s awestruck expression, loving the way I clenched around him.
My goodness. I was right. Sex with Hunter was phenomenal…and we’d only gotten started.
Panting, out of my mind, and floating somewhere on cloud nine, I barely registered the loss of him.
My confusion morphed into a mixture of disbelief and delight when I realized he’d crawled down my body to replace his cock with his tongue, fucking my still spasming pussy like a greedy boy whose sole purpose was licking me clean.
“Fuck yes.” Groaning, he tasted my orgasm with aggressive enthusiasm, looking like the sexiest thing ever lying between my splayed thighs. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby. So fucking good.”
I whined, canting my hips against his face, smearing my juices all over his chin and lips. Freaky bastard. He was going to make me come a third time.
Before that could happen, Hunter rose and licked his drenched fingers. I didn’t even have a chance to draw in a centering breath when he rasped, “Seems to me like you’ve adjusted, doll.”
That was the only warning I got.
Hunter grabbed my neck in a primitive hold and rammed all eight inches back inside of me.
I screamed.
Then he started pounding into me the way we’d both been wanting it from the beginning—fast, deep, and so fucking rough, pure ecstasy rushed through my veins. My breasts bounced under the force of his swift thrusts. Unintelligible sounds and his name coursed out of my lips.
“Louder, Gabriela.” Thrust. “Tell everyone in this building who’s fucking your tight little pussy.” Thrust. “Let them hear what a good girl you are for me.”
The headboard banged against the wall in consecutive thumps.
The melody in the room crashed together like ocean waves.
Soft and jarring. My feminine screams of pleasure—alerting all our neighbours who was fucking me—marrying with Hunter’s brutish grunts, and the fleshy smacks of our bodies colliding over and over again.
A symphony I would remember for many moons to come.
His voice rang in my ear like a dark lullaby. “You look stunning taking my cock, baby.”
There was nothing saintly about the way Hunter wrecked my pussy. His tempo was merciless, a reminder that he was a star athlete at the start of his prime with stamina for days.
I’d never felt smaller, sheltered, and protected as I did right now, beneath him while he took me like a raging beast. His big body covered mine and he clenched my throat, cutting off my air supply momentarily. Knowing I loved breath play. Knowing it would make me come so hard for him.
I tugged at the ropes but was still rendered powerless in the face of his beautiful, angry lust.
He loosened his chokehold enough to kiss me sloppily and twine his tongue with mine. The way he bounced his cock in my cunt was animalistic and unyielding.
The sheets beneath us susurrated with our hot fucking and sweat beaded over our bodies. I was spiralling, on the verge of another climax, and Hunter was determined to give it to me. Words failed me, but my eyes sought his, frantic and needing, the question swimming in my gaze.
“Gabriela.” He snarled against my mouth. “Come for me.”
It only took another half dozen thrusts before I came with a shout, my orgasm rushing out of me. “Hunt!”
He went wild, somehow managing to fuck me harder, deeper, faster, prolonging my release until I fell limp underneath him, all my senses overwhelmed, murmuring pleas.
“We’re far from done, doll.” Without pulling out of me, my pretty boy undid the silk ties and picked up my slack, tired body.
He seated me upright in his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. My arousal pooled between us and seeped over my inner thighs.
Dazed and still coming down from my high, I squared my arms around his neck and kissed him lazily, running my fingers through his sweat-slicked hair.
Hunter started ramming into my pussy from below with teeth-chattering upstrokes.
“Hunter,” I screamed, throwing my head back. Loving the feel of him in this position. “S-so deep.”
His dark laugh curled around my bones like smoke.
“And you’re taking it.” Thrust. “Every inch.” Thrust. “We both know you love that I’m this big and this deep inside of you.
” I cried out in euphoria, scratching at his back to hold myself steady as he pounded away.
“So show me what a good little slut you are, Gabriela, and let me fuck my little pussy.” Thrust. “Let me own you the way you need, baby.”
His dirty talk—tailored to my perfect liking—and fueled me on. I bounced on his cock and held on to him tighter, shaking in his embrace. The crying moans tumbling out of my mouth only made Hunter hungrier for me.
“Good girl,” he growled and slapped my ass, the sting giving leeway to a delicious burn I basked in.
His finger trailed into my arousal and scurried to my back hole.
My eyes widened. He dipped his finger the slightest bit.
Enough to drive me wilder. Enough to make me aware of what he wanted soon.
“Can’t wait to fuck this peach of an ass, sweetheart.
You’ll let me, won’t you? ’Cause you’re mine to touch, fuck, and love, hm? ”
“I am.” I cupped his face and met him thrust for thrust, the bed quaking under our lust. “Amore, come inside of me.”
His deep moan wrapped around my core and clenched. “Filthy little plaything. Want my cum in that gorgeous pink pussy?”
“Y-yes.” I rode him harder and faster. “Fill me up.”
My demand washed over Hunter like a magic spell, transforming his already hard fucking to downright ruthless, frantic, and driven purely by his undeniable yearning for me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, shoving his cock into me until the only thing keeping me alive was his vicious thrusts.
I exchanged breaths and open-mouthed kisses with him, our lips clashing the same way our bodies did. “You’re everything to me, Gabriela.”
Oh, Hunter. I’d do anything for you. Give you my heart, my soul, my everything, should it bring you even the smallest amount of happiness.
“You’re everything to me too, Hunter,” I tried to say, but my statement may have gotten lost in the passion-filled cocoon surrounding us, every ounce of my focus pulled towards the way he was making me feel—mind-addled and like the only girl in the world.
We stared at each another, caught in a trance. This was making love. A rougher version of it. But ours regardless. And based on the glint in Hunter’s eyes, I could tell he’d never done this before either.
This was a piece of us that no one else had ever deserved, except for one another. It was humbling to share it with someone who understood me so profoundly and perhaps even in ways that I myself may not know yet.
Hunter peeked at my inner workings and put every layer of me on a pedestal so I could shine like the brightest north star in his sky.
It wasn’t long before he made me come again.
Screaming, I nearly passed out as pleasure tackled my already sensitive flesh.
Hunter switched positions, tossing me around onto my front, then coming behind me again.
His muscular, inked forearm curved around my waist and hiked me up till I was raised on my knees, ass up and face down.
He grabbed his forgotten leather belt with his other hand and skimmed the flat of it against my skin tauntingly.
I clawed at the sheets when his wet tip glided through my swollen pussy and rubbed teasingly against my clit. “Hunter—Ahh.”
He slapped my ass with the belt. “How many times?”
I couldn’t even see straight, let alone understand what he was asking. “W-what?”
“How.” Slap. “Many times.” Slap. “Did I.” Slap. “Make you come?”
Though mathematics was my forte, I struggled to recall anything right now—including my name. “I…”
“Four.” He looped the belt around my neck and used it like a rein, raising my head enough for me to see our reflection in the dresser’s mirror before us. “And I’m going to make you come a few more times, baby. Now keep your eyes on me while I fill your bratty little pussy with my cum.”
Hunter thrust back into me, bottoming in a smooth stroke.
I moaned, keeping my eyes trained on our reflection. “Oh, God.”
“That’s right, little doll.” He tugged on the leash. “Pray to me.”
Hunter’s hips punched against my shaking ass as he fed every inch of his cock into my dripping pussy. He made me cry out for him like he was the very creator of my universe and his fingers remained on my clit, his belt keeping me positioned exactly like he wanted.
At his mercy.
He continued to show me in all the ways he was godly and his dirty words kept fondling me like a cool balm in the midst of our heated fucking.
“Gabriela, you’re such a good girl for giving me a wet pussy to play with.”
“You’re my entire world, doll.”
“Every day, every hour, every minute. I’ve longed for you. You were worth the wait, my love.”
He’d done it.
He had successfully ruined everyone for me until he was the only one I saw, felt, and wanted now and forever.
“Hunter.” My voice was hoarse as I begged him to never stop his worship of me.
Hunter covered my body with his, his front pressing to my back and his chin tucking between my neck and shoulder.
He let go of the belt and his hand came to grasp my jaw.
Without easing his vicious pace, he turned my head enough to snatch a kiss.
“Baby, you’re going to make me come so fucking good. ”
I kissed him back, panting, “I-I’m there.”
“Let go.” He groaned. “Come with me, Gabriela.”
It took a few more strokes before we came together, limbs intertwined and sweat dripping on each other. He poured his seed deep within me, moaning with me at the sensation. My arms gave out and I fell forward while Hunter pulled his softening cock out of my pussy, his cum leaking in its wake.
“My treasured obsession, I would do anything for you—anything in the world.” His mouth dragged over my spine as he planted one kiss after another. “You’re it for me. My person. The other half of my soul, Gabriela.”
Oh, Hunter.
Why did that make me want to cry?
He turned me onto my back, leaning down to kiss me unhurriedly and gently as though time was ours forevermore.
It was in that delicate moment of soft kisses, holding on to each other as we lay in the moonlight with our hearts on our sleeves…that I realized it happened.
I fell in love with him.
And Hunter Saint Warren made it so easy.