CHAPTER 46 #2
“What are you doing?” I watched him head towards the black leather sofa in the room. He rummaged through one of our overnight bags, pulling out a few things. My pulse nearly skipped a beat when I saw the familiar bottle of lube and another butt plug. “Oh.”
His reply was a salacious smile as he undressed deceptively slow to give me the opportunity to soak in his gobsmacking physique.
Without a doubt, Hunter was going to work me down to my bones. We were going to have another all-nighter.
And I couldn’t wait.
With his white dress shirt and black pants shed, he advanced towards me. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I observed his tan muscles bulge and ripple with every movement, taking in his cut torso, those powerful thighs, and that thick cock bobbing against his abs.
Tonight, I wasn’t just fucking the man I was in love with or my tender boyfriend.
I was fucking the star quarterback, who just won a national championship.
The way he devoured me with his eyes stated that he wanted his pound of flesh. The very prize that was promised to him.
Me.
His goddess of victory.
I licked my lips when he kneeled behind me, feeling smaller and vulnerable under his robust stature.
I’d already done the necessary preparations before we left for the party because I knew this was coming.
My anticipation continued to surmount when he uncapped the bottle of lube and spread my ass cheeks apart, pouring the substance right where I needed it.
“Steady,” he urged when he gently inserted the butt plug and I quivered underneath him with excitement. We’d been stretching my ass in slow increments with various girths. Therefore, my puckered hole gave way easily under the intrusion. I couldn’t wait to feel Hunter there. “Good girl.”
I breathed calmly through my nose at the full stretch, knowing this was just a preview, considering his cock was so much bigger. “I need you inside of me, Hunt.”
My boyfriend rained kisses over my tattooed spine and yanked my head back with five fingers in my hair. I arched under his hold. His mouth feathered over the shell of my ear. “You want me to fuck this virgin ass, doll?”
I closed my eyes on a moan when he shoved two digits into my pussy, fingering me unhurriedly. “Y-yes.”
“Beg me, Gabriela. Let me hear how much my filthy little plaything wants me to claim all of her.”
That sexy, guttural tone wrapped around my clit and squeezed. My arousal trickled down to my inner thighs and I chased his thrusting fingers with eager hips, crying out when he hit my spot. “Please, please, please. Fuck me, Hunter—”
The rest of my sentence got lost in a squeal when Hunter unexpectedly flipped us over so he was lying on the furs and I fell astride on his lap. I gasped at the swift motion. “Oh, God.”
“Your favourite one.” Hunter gripped my hips and smirked devilishly. “Now ride me, sweetheart. Get me nice and wet for your ass.”
Fuck, I loved when he got bossy and demanding. It never failed to make me hot.
His dick was nestled between the juncture of my thighs, my slick pussy coating the underside of it. A pearly drop of cum seeped out and I rubbed it into the plump head before lifting up enough to lodge his tip in my entrance.
“Go slow,” he commanded, licking his bottom lip. “I want to watch your cunt split open over my cock.”
Such a nasty fucker. I loved him to pieces.
We didn’t assume this position often, but Hunter really enjoyed seeing me on top, wiggling and moaning as I took his long dick to the hilt before riding him like a cowgirl.
“Anything you want, pretty boy.” I breathed and lowered myself onto him, loving the incredible feel of him filling me. Hunter cursed under his breath and eyed the space where we were joined, my pussy enveloping his length one inch at a time.
The sensation of him entering me was amplified with the toy in my ass.
I threw my head back on a whimper when he finally bottomed inside of me. Hunter responded with his own deep, masculine moan.
“You okay?” he asked, voice strained. He needed me to move, but I just needed a moment to savour us like so. I closed my eyes on a moan and put my palms on his chest for leverage, nodding.
His calloused hand snaked up between my breasts and wrapped around my throat. “Words, Gabby.”
The clenching of his fingers grounded me. The snake tattoo on his arm appeared like it serpentined to life against the glow of the firelight. “I-I’m okay. You feel so good inside of me. You always do.”
He agreed with a low hum. “Nothing has ever felt this right, baby.”
Me and him.
It was the most cosmically veracious thing ever.
I grabbed his hand, kissing the lines engraved in his palm.
From the very start, this was our destiny. We were fated. Written in the stars.
Hunter helped guide me as I rode him. He kept one hand on my hip and the other around my neck like a leash. I loved his protective and possessive clasp.
We rocked in perfect unity like waves moving together in a vast body of water.
He watched me in utmost fascination—the way my breasts swayed, the way my fingers dug into his chest, the way my face transformed under our lovemaking.
He gazed at me the same way Leander did Hero in that painting he bought me. Undone and so in love with his woman.
“You’re so beautiful, Gabriela,” he rasped, glancing up at me in worship. “I can stare at you for all eternity and never tire.”
The compliment bloomed inside of me like a midnight flower.
I kissed him, drinking in his coarse groans and praise, letting his essence bleed into my soul like ink words on parchment.
Shivers feathered down my spine. Blue gazes tangled and anchored each other. Senseless sounds fell past the seam of our mouths, growing in decibels. Making love to Hunter before the fireplace was the most romantic and erotic moment of my life.
It felt like all our cards were on the table. All our naked truths revealed.
We kissed and touched and mumbled all sorts of admissions.
I love you. I love you. I love you, Gabriela. Sei…tutto…per me.
I love you. Ti amo. So much, Hunter. With all my heart.
In the midst of making out, with my long red hair curtained around us and cocooning us in a blissful bubble, I reached completion, pulsing and echoing nonsensical words against Hunter’s wet lips.
I held on to him, our skins glistening with sweat and our breathing harsh. With all my senses overwhelmed, I blacked out for a few seconds.
I returned to reality when Hunter drew soothing circles on my back. “How are you feeling?”
Face tucked in the crook of his neck, I smiled and grazed my lips against his flesh, tasting the salt from his perspiration. “Fantastic.” I lifted my head enough to glance at him. “And like I’ll never have enough of you.”
A cocky smirk graced his lips. Fuck, he was so sexy. “Luckily for you, we’re far from done.”
He eased me off of him with strong, capable hands, his cock still hard and now shining wet with my arousal. We both groaned at the loss of him inside of me.
Hunter quickly switched our positions so now I lay on my back, with him looming above me. He studied my face with a nondescript expression and pushed aside the strands sticking to my forehead.
“Sometimes I look at you”—he brushed his mouth against my kiss-swollen lips—“and feel overwhelmed, grateful, and awed that you exist…and that I get to experience you, Gabriela.”
Be still, my heart. “Hunter.”
“It’s the truth.” He laid soft kisses all over my face in veneration. “I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I love you so much.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “And I don’t know what I would do without you either, amore mio.”
We sealed the sentiments with a long kiss. Hunter was rooted right here in my heart. Planted like a seed. Growing every day and taking up all the space until I was certain one day I wouldn’t be able to remember what life was like before him.
Stormy eyes riveted on me, Hunter painted his kisses down my neck and breasts, shaping the undersides with his hands as he tongued my nipples and sucked them hungrily.
His stubble abraded me in a pleasurable manner.
My hands curled in his broad shoulders as plaintive whines spilled out of me.
Hunter’s smirk stamped down my taut stomach and paused over my mound, hovering a scant inch away from my swollen clit.
“Please,” I begged him.
His thumb ran over my slit, collecting my wetness. “Please what?”
My fingers were merciless as they dove into his hair and tugged indicatively. And in case he didn’t get the hint, my hips canted against his handsome face too. “Fuck my pussy with your tongue, bello. I need it so bad.”
The reverberations of his dark, naughty chuckle against my sensitive flesh had me spiralling. “Mia regina,” he tutted, grazing the tip of his nose against my clit as he inhaled my scent like an animal scenting its mate. “Always chasing her next orgasm. Always so greedy for me.”
Hearing him call me mia regina—his queen—warmed my heart.
He was picking up my language quickly.
“You’re no better.” My pretty boy couldn’t go a day without needing me either. I squirmed at the feel of his breath against my slit. “You’re just as greedy as me.”
His tongue flicked out to taste straight from the source, humming appreciatively like a sex fiend. “I’m worse, Gabriela. So.” Lick. “Much.” Suck. “Worse.”
A thorough debauching of my pussy followed Hunter’s self-awareness statement.
He addled my brain and turned me into a knotted mess.
I held on for the ride, my thighs boxing his head and my moans of abandonment adorning the ambiance.
Hunter relished them, if the way he groaned hungrily against my slit was anything to go by.
It didn’t take long for me to come, exploding against his relentless tongue and fingers.
While I basked under the onslaught of pleasure, Hunter licked his fingers clean and climbed up my body again, kissing me so I could taste myself.