Chapter 13 #2
I couldn’t hold the tears back any longer; they came gushing out of me with force.
Tony was involved with a prostitution ring, and I had somehow thought he was a wonderful man in the beginning and thought I could work things out for our newborn son.
I was sobbing when Hunter pulled me into his arms, and I could feel my tears staining his T-shirt as I cried.
How the hell could I have ever been involved with them?
“No, he didn’t…they didn’t…I’m just glad that I got out of there.
That I got Carter out of there in time,” I cried into his shoulder and felt Hunter’s hand in my hair.
He was stroking my head, comforting me, and I felt safe there in his arms. I clung on to him, sobbing, and our bodies were pressed together.
“What did he do to you, Kylie? Did he hit you?” Hunter asked in a softer voice, and slowly, I nodded my head. I was ashamed; I didn’t want to look into his eyes. I hadn’t admitted this to anybody before. I had just endured Tony’s violence as long as I could till I couldn’t anymore.
“He was jealous and a drunk, and he wouldn’t let me go anywhere alone. He hit me, bruised me…Hunter…I…don’t…can’t go through it again. Not with Carter here,” I cried and looked up at him.
His eyes were a stormy blue now, searching my face. Tony had never looked at me like that. He had never held me like this. I was sinking into Hunter, and I could feel it happening. I had no control over my senses anymore.
Hunter kissed me, tenderly, almost like he was afraid of breaking me, and I thought I was going to melt right down to the floor.
It didn’t take long for his hands to seek out my body.
Just like me, I could sense that he, too, had been starving to have me.
I kept a firm grip on the lapels of his jacket as I kissed him back.
His fingers were in my hair, undoing my bun, and I felt my curls graze my shoulders as they fell down.
Our tongues were crashing together, greedy and hungry for each other. I thought this was over. I had been trying to keep my desire for him bottled up, but now it was released again; I couldn’t get enough of him.
Hunter was pushing me with his knees till my ass pressed against my desk.
Once again, we were alone in the therapy room, and he was guiding me over to my desk.
Without breaking his lips away from me, Hunter lifted me up in the air and gently placed me down on the desk.
I pulled at his jacket, forcing it off his shoulders.
“Shit, Kylie. What are you doing to me,” Hunter’s voice was a low husky whisper, and it made my thighs quiver. My panties were damp, and I could feel that throb in my pussy return. I wanted him right now. I didn’t want to waste another second.
I tugged at his belt, and he helped me take it off his jeans then I zipped down his pants while his hands were all over my body - lifting up my scrubs, pulling down the pants.
Within seconds, we were both naked. I was still wearing my undergarments, but his boxers had come off, and there was his cock again, that gorgeous, magnificent cock I knew was capable of wreaking havoc on my body.
I gasped, and my eyes widened as Hunter smirked.
With a hand on the center of my chest, he pushed me gently so that I was lying on the desk now. My neck arched, my head hanging over the edge of the desk while my legs dangled from the other side. Hunter hovered over me, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down my belly.
“Hunter…” I breathed his name in a whisper when his mouth came close to my thighs.
How could he be so gentle? How could someone with his strength be so affectionate at the same time?
I could feel my juices dripping, streaming from my core, staining my panties while his tongue slid beneath my panties. I gasped again.
He teased me first, running his tongue along the edge of my panties, and then he took charge, feeling my mound with his mouth.
My panties felt like they were on fire, an unnecessary barrier between his lips and where I wanted to be touched.
My hips moved, gyrating against the desk while his tongue continued to tease me. He knew exactly how wet I was.
He kept his mouth on my panties while I slipped off the straps of my bra, unclasping it so it fell away.
His free hands ran over my skin, reaching for my exposed breasts now, and I pressed my eyes close when he cupped them.
His fingers danced around my nipples, playing with them, circling them into an erect pebbled position.
I was moaning; I wanted more.
With his other hand, he pushed my panties aside, just as another gasp escaped my lips. With one fluid motion, he was licking my wet folds. I trembled under him, under the control of his mouth, and I could already feel the fire ripping through my whole body.
Soon, his licks became quicker, shorter.
He alternated between licking and sucking on my clit, and my breathing became more ragged.
I was hungry for more, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.
It was almost like the more we had sex, the more desperate I was for him. I was like an addict. I needed a hit.
His tongue worked away, harder now as my moaning grew louder.
I was at the edge of my orgasm, and he could feel it, determined to make me come.
I felt the waves of a cry when my orgasm washed over me.
My body shook, my toes curled and I dug my nails into his bare shoulders while he tasted me, coming right into his mouth.
When my moaning began to die down, he gave my core one last lick before he lifted his face from my body.
Hunter had a deliberate grin on his face, and I looked down at him over my heaving exhausted breasts.
He straightened himself over me to kiss me again, and I could taste my sweet juices on his tongue.
When he pulled away from me, he was looking at my body in admiration, his blue eyes twinkling as he scanned every inch of me.
“You’re beautiful, Kylie. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, and I felt a tremor in my lips again. Why did I believe him? Why did I suddenly have faith in him when I had worked so hard the rest of the day to do the exact opposite? I was so weak in his presence.
Hunter brought his mouth close to my ear.
“Do you want me to fuck you right now?” he asked in a soft voice, not in a commanding one.
He was asking me for permission. He was giving me a choice.
Once I had slept with Tony the first time, the rest of the times he just took me.
He had no concept of consenting. He simply assumed that he could have me whenever he wanted.
“Please,” I said to Hunter, looking at him confidently in the eye.
He smiled. “Good girl,” he said in that deep hoarse voice that prepared me for what was to come.
Hunter straightened himself up, and grabbing me by my hips, he yanked me close to the edge.
I was sitting up now, my legs spread wide apart as Hunter guided his cock towards me, holding it with one hand.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept my eyes on what he was doing.
I wanted to watch the way his cock’s tip grazed my folds at first, and then slowly, inch by inch, he pushed himself in.
I moaned, and he grunted as he entered me.
He was taking it slow this time, and with every passing second, I wanted more.
I wanted more of him inside me. I thrust myself towards him to make the process quicker, but he was going to do exactly as he pleased.
When Hunter was completely inside me, I looked up at him. I could feel the length and girth of his cock, filling me up to the helm. I couldn’t move…I was stuck to him, and Hunter was looking into my eyes.
“I knew I had to have you the moment I saw you,” he said with a mixture of anger and helplessness.
I gulped; my throat had run dry. “I had to be inside you. I had to feel your pussy. I had to watch you come,” he continued just as he started moving his hips.
His cock was moving in a circular motion inside me, and the friction against the walls of my pussy was explosive.
I felt like I could come again right now.
My grip on his shoulder tightened, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip.
“You are so sweet, Kylie…my princess. I want to keep you safe, and when I’m alone with you, I want to hear you scream. I want to always be the one that makes you come,” Hunter said, and then he yanked me to himself again.
Our faces were aligned now; I could feel his breath on my face, ands my eyelids fluttered from his strong breathing. His thrusts became quicker and harder, and he was pushing himself deeper inside me.
“Hunter…please don’t stop,” I pleaded with him, and he smiled at me while he kept thrusting. Our bodies squeaked and crashed together, his balls thudding against me as my breasts bounced between us.
“Don’t worry, princess. I will never stop fucking you. There is nobody else I want to fuck,” he said, and then grabbing me by my shoulders, he pressed me to himself. His thrusts became wild as I screamed out with pleasure and felt myself coming again.
His words, along with what he was doing to my body, made me come harder. I wanted to keep coming, over and over again till there was nothing left of me. In that moment, nothing else mattered other than how he made me feel.
“Good girl,” he stroked my nape, which was burning up now while I rose and fell through my orgasm. I was clinging onto him for support, feeling my body soaring as he crashed into me repeatedly.
“I’m going to come inside you, Kylie,” he warned me right in my ear, and I felt him burst. His thrusts were shorter, like spasms, and his grip on my body became tight, leaving deep red marks on my skin as he came.
Even though my own orgasm was over, I didn’t want him to stop coming, either. I didn’t want the moment to be over.
Hunter grunted and growled till every last drop of his seed was buried deep inside me. Then he pulled himself out.
We were both breathing hard while he stood in front of me. His cock was covered in both of our juices, still erect in an angry crimson color. His cock wanted more, but Hunter looked exhausted. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
“What are you laughing at?” Hunter asked in a mocking voice as he stroked his cock, almost like he was pacifying it. I still couldn’t stop grinning, and I shook my head.
“Nothing…I’m just glad you came to see me,” I said, and pressed my legs together, suddenly embarrassed. Hunter came up to me and pried my legs apart again. He had wedged himself in between them, and hooking a finger under my chin, he lifted my face up towards him.
“Sorry I didn’t ask earlier. Are you on the pill?” he asked in a sudden serious tone. I nodded my head.
“Yes, ever since Carter, I don’t want any accidents,” I told him, and Hunter leaned towards me and kissed me again.
It was like every sense of foreboding, every bad omen I was looking for, had disappeared.
I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms like this in my office no matter how inappropriate it was.
I was wrong; I should have given Hunter a chance to explain himself.
I should have known that all men were not the same, even if they led the same lifestyle.
Hunter hadn’t done anything to prove that he wasn’t like Tony, but everything about him made me trust him.
It was crazy, but I had never trusted anybody as much as I trusted this man I hardly knew.
Maybe it was because I was falling in love with him.
Maybe I was naive and foolish after all, but in that moment, I couldn’t find a single reason why I shouldn’t be with him.
Hunter kissed me again before he pulled away from me and started collecting our clothes off the floor.
As I looked at him, I realized that I wanted Carter to meet him.
Carter wouldn’t judge him, just like Hunter had said he wouldn’t.
Carter would see him for the man he truly was, a man who respected his mother and wanted to keep her safe.