Chapter 9
NINE
KYLIE
I couldn’t get myself off the floor, so I just sat there with my knees up to my chin, staring at Hunter. He was looking at me, too. His blue eyes were narrowed and intense. Neither of us had enough. One orgasm wasn’t going to cut it. I knew I wanted more.
I could still feel him inside me. His cock was the biggest I’d ever had, and I could still feel him there, plunging into me with force. We hadn’t spoken to each other since we both came; instead, we were just sitting there, staring at each other in the dark.
Hunter looked gorgeous, with his ripping muscles, his hulking height, his dirty blond hair falling in spikes over his eyes. His face was set firmly, almost enraged, and neither of us was smiling. We were just sitting there, thinking about what had just happened.
We both eventually opened our mouths to speak at the same time.
“Would you like some water?” he asked.
“I’m not thirsty,” I said.
“Food?”
“I’m not hungry, either,” I replied, and we fell into silence again.
There was nothing to say. It was obvious that we were attracted to each other, that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
Everything else could fuck off. In that moment, after our bodies were spent and we were still replenishing ourselves with air, nothing else mattered other than how we could make each other feel.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” Hunter finally said, and I felt my cheeks flushing. How was I supposed to explain to him that it was how I liked it? I wanted him to make me feel helpless, like I was entirely in his control, and Hunter knew exactly how to make me feel like that.
“No. I’m fine,” I said in a small quiet voice, and I heard him take a deep breath in.
“Are you tired?” he asked, and I was surprised by the gentleness of his voice. This big tough guy with his large hands and his massive cock, the kind of guy who could crush me with his bare hands, was concerned for my welfare. Nothing about Hunter was predictable.
“No, I’m not tired. Are you?” I said, and he shook his head. Then a grin began to form on his face, and I was smiling, too. He had read my mind.
“Lie down, Kylie,” he said in that same commanding voice, which gave me goosebumps.
I was so ready to lie down! I drew my knees away from my chin and did as I was told.
I lay down on the floor again, the coldness spreading on my back now as I sensed him standing up from his position by the front door.
When he came into view, I saw him standing over me, his cock hanging between his legs. It was already growing in size. It had taken him less than fifteen minutes for round two.
Hunter watched me for a few moments, studying my face, my body, and I felt even more naked than I was under his gaze.
Then he began to lower himself down, and I got a whiff of his natural musky masculine scent.
It sent shivers down my spine. I had no idea what he was about to do, but I couldn’t wait.
I could already feel the knots tightening in my belly as he came closer and closer to me.
“Good girl,” he said and reached for my wet hot core.
With his fingers, he stroked me again, lulling me into an incontrollable ball of fire.
His fingers stroked my throbbing clit, his thumb gently playing with my fleshy folds.
Then he moved himself, lifting my legs up, and he placed them on his shoulders so that he was even closer to me.
I arched my back, thrusting my hips towards him in desperation.
I needed his fingers, his mouth, his cock - anything!
I just wanted a part of him in my pussy.
I moaned lightly as he brought his face closer to me.
I could feel his breath on my wetness now, and then the tender, gentle stroke of his tongue.
I gasped from the pleasure at that touch as he gently lapped up the juices of my folds.
He kept a firm grip on my knees, pushing them down on his shoulders so that he could reach me better.
With precision, and with complete control, he started licking me there, sucking in my wetness, lapping at my clit.
I raised myself, just a little, so I could see what he was doing, and it was so fucking hot!
His mouth was latched onto my pussy, the same way he had sucked on my nipple earlier that day.
Then his tongue thrust inside me, and I screamed with pleasure.
Nobody had gone down on me like this before. None of the men I had been with had thought about what I wanted in bed, and the fact that Hunter even bothered was sexy enough. The fact that he was good at it was a whole different matter altogether.
His tongue pushed in and slid out in quick thrusts.
He knew how deep to push it, how slow to take it, and I shuddered under his control.
My body was revolting against my mind. I wanted to come.
My breasts shook as I tried to keep calm, but I knew I was pummeling off the edge.
The more Hunter’s tongue slid in and out of me, the faster I was falling.
I moaned and wriggled in his grip. He used his tongue to pay equal attention to my clit and then thrust into my pussy again.
I had no escape. He was making sure that I came and that I came strong.
When I exploded, I came into his mouth, but that didn’t stop him.
He lapped up my juices, his tongue sliding in and out of me till I stopped shaking, till I stopped moaning with pleasure.
When my breathing finally subsided, he drew himself away from me.
Hunter had a happy smile on his face, and his icy cold blue eyes were twinkling with delight.
He liked watching me come - that much I had figured out already.
“Good girl,” he said again and let my legs go so that they swayed down to the floor. Then he drew himself over me, his lips glistening with my come, and he pressed his mouth to my throat. He left a trail of kisses down my neck, down to my breasts where he latched on to my right nipple next.
Hovering over me, his large body covering mine, he sucked on my right breast. I felt like I hadn’t had a chance to catch up.
I was still reeling from this orgasm before he was pushing me towards another one.
I reached for his hair, weaving my fingers through his rough strands while he remained on my breasts, alternating with a smack of his lips between my left and right nipple.
I wanted to feel his cock, so I reached for it, wedging my hand between our bodies. His cock was ready, too, engorged and throbbing as I rubbed it. My hand couldn’t even fit around it as I tried to stroke him. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted to come with his cock plowing into me.
Hunter stopped sucking on my breast abruptly.
When he drew his lips away from my nipple, there was a changed softer glow in his eyes.
A sudden quiet and tenderness was between us now.
That hungry madness, which had made us strip each other down, which had made me take his cock in my mouth and made him take me from behind… had all disappeared.
We were taking it slow; I wanted to look at him while he made love to me this time.
Made love to me! Despite how high I was with lust, that phrase stuck in my mind.
Why was I thinking about making love right now?
This was nothing more than sex. Hunter was fucking me, and I was enjoying it.
Why did I have to ruin all this by thinking about love?
I shook my head and tried to get the thought out of my mind just as Hunter lifted himself and reached for my pussy.
“I want you again, princess,” I heard him groan under his breath, so I parted my legs.
In one swift motion, I had swung my legs around his waist, and I was using my thighs to pull him closer to me.
His cock was digging into the flesh of my belly as he watched me, his eyes exploring my face, studying my heaving breasts.
Something told me that Hunter didn’t usually have sex like this. That missionary was not his usual style, but he entered me anyway.
Mimicking my one swift motion, he sank into me, and we both groaned together.
Having his cock inside me again felt like a new kind of freedom.
I just couldn’t get enough of him. He started pumping into me; his thrusts were forceful but much gentler this time.
Less wild. He was enjoying taking his time now, like he wanted to watch my face as he came inside me.
In a slow rhythmic wave, he drilled into me, watching my breasts bounce under him.
My teeth bit down on my lip as he entered me over and over again.
This time I was better prepared for his cock, and it hurt less to have him inside me.
I kept my legs tightly wound around his waist, pulling him closer and closer to myself as he sank deeper into me.
“Fuck, Kylie! What are you fucking doing to me?” he growled, almost like he was mad at me. I smiled at him, staring from under my heavy lids, already losing myself in complete pleasure. This time it was all about him. I was going to be the one to watch him come.
Hunter’s body jerked as he continued thrusting, picking up speed now.
I could feel his balls crashing against my ass as he banged into me.
He felt powerful and strong as he did this; I was completely in his control, but I felt safe there.
I felt the pressure in between my legs rise, and I knew I was about to crash over the edge.
I wrapped my legs tighter around Hunter as loud moans escaped my throat.
His face dropped down to my neck, groans erupting from his lips as he thrust into me with more force.