Chapter 21 #2
“Okay, I’m going to go check on him. You stay here,” he said, and I smiled.
I watched him walk into his bedroom, and I couldn’t stop my heart from racing in my chest. Carter had never had a father, and now he was going to have a man in his life who checked on him when he was asleep.
The first time when I met Hunter, I could never have imagined that he would become the man I relied on and trusted, the man Carter could rely upon and trust, but then again, my first impression of Hunter had been completely wrong to begin with.
He was so much more than a sizzling hot mass of muscle.
He was the man I was going to fall in love with.
When Hunter came back into the living room a few minutes later, I had already stripped off my clothes. He locked the bedroom door behind him, for Carter’s sake, and then stood in the hallway for a few moments, staring at me, like he couldn’t believe that he would see me naked again.
My clothes, and my undergarments, lay in a pile on the floor beside me, and I stood facing him with my breasts thrust out for him to look at.
I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to claim me.
Hunter’s cool blue eyes studied my body, roaming over my erect pink nipples, the flatness of my belly, my slender thighs, till his gaze landed on the spot between my legs.
Even though there was a distance of a few feet between us, I could see the erection in Hunter’s pants.
It made me feel powerful to know that my body had this effect on him.
He took in a deep breath, like he was satisfied, and then stepped towards me.
“I want you to touch yourself, Kylie,” he said hoarsely, and I gulped. I had never touched myself in front of someone before, and I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do exactly. I could feel my cheeks flushing, because of my inexperience.
I watched as he reached for his crotch. He unbuckled his belt then pulled down the zip of his jeans and drew his cock out of his boxers.
I gasped lightly when I saw it again. I hadn’t forgotten how big he was or what his cock was capable of doing to me, but every time I saw it, I felt a thrill run up and down my spine.
“Touch yourself,” I heard him say, more authoritatively now.
With my fingers trembling, I reached for the spot between my legs at the same time that he reached for his cock. He was fully clothed; I was fully naked, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t ashamed of him seeing me like this at my most vulnerable.
My fingers grazed the glistening folds of my core, and I felt a shock run through my body. Hunter’s blue eyes glowed as he started stroking his erect cock. His jaws were clenched, but his gaze was focused on the spot where I was touching myself.
“Put a finger in. Show me how wet you are,” he said in a growl, and I did as I was told.
I dipped my forefinger into my pussy, gasping at the sensation, and my finger slid right in.
I was wet - I was dripping wet - and when I extracted my finger and held it up, I knew he could see that it was covered in a sticky film of my juices.
“Good girl. Touch yourself again. Rub your clit,” he commanded and took a few more steps towards me.
I could feel my body shuddering the closer he got.
Hunter’s hand was working on his cock, stroking the length up and down, and I could see it pulsating now.
The tip of his cock was engorged, an angry pink, and he was going faster and faster on it with his hand.
I reached for my pussy again, this time pressing my fingers flat together and rubbing my folds.
My thumb started rubbing my throbbing clit, and I could feel my body untangling.
I had no idea that touching myself while being watched by someone could be this sexy.
I could see the effect I was having on him.
Hunter’s jaw had begun to slack; a diffused look had entered his eyes.
The speed with which he was stroking himself had become quicker.
We were both hurtling towards the edge, and I knew I was going to make myself come.
My fingers on my pussy were getting rougher, my thumb was stuck to my clit, rubbing it in quick circular motions, and low guttural moans were escaping my lips.
We were standing facing each other. Hunter was peering into my eyes, and I was trying to hold his gaze and not lose control.
“Don’t you fucking come till I tell you to!
” he growled, almost angrily, and I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from having my orgasm.
It was hard not to, but I wanted to come while he watched me like this.
I cried out and tried to muffle it, but my hands kept working on my pussy.
I could see Hunter trying to control himself as well. He was dangling from the edge, too.
Then he charged at me; I squealed when he lifted me up in his arms and threw me over his shoulder, like I had no weight on me at all. My pussy was throbbing, screaming out to me, because of the orgasm that was bursting at the seams.
Hunter plonked me down on his couch then followed me down on it.
“Your mouth on my cock. Now,” he commanded, and I moved to get in position. Before I could even reach for his cock, he grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up again so that he could position himself underneath me. With one swift motion, he had turned me; I stumbled, but he held on to me.
Now I was on my hands and knees on Hunter! My ass was facing him while my mouth was inches away from his erect cock.
“I want to eat your pussy,” he mumbled under his breath, and before I could even reply to him, I felt his lips on my folds.
My body reacted, like it had been jolted, when his tongue lapped against my pussy.
It felt like I was floating, his tongue sinking into my hot juicy core, and I stretched myself, reaching for his cock.
I grabbed it with both my hands, my lips hovering over the tip, and then I opened my mouth wide.
I heard Hunter groan when I lowered myself down on him, stretching my mouth so I could accommodate the full width and length of his cock.
He was gripping my ass tightly, pulling it gently apart so that his tongue could reach my pussy.
The sensation was overwhelming. I couldn’t control the waves of desire crashing over me - his cock in my mouth and my pussy in his.
Hunter was lapping up my juices, his tongue wreaking havoc inside my pussy.
I could feel him thrusting into me in quick bursts, stroking my folds and licking my wetness so that I had no control over myself any longer.
His voice was muffled as he brought me to the edge of my orgasm.
His groans were loud, and I kept bobbing my head up and down his cock.
The knots in my belly were untangling; I was going to come apart any moment now.
“Come here,” I heard him say as abruptly as he had started working on my pussy.
Now he was pulling me over, turning me around to face him and quickly we got into position.
My legs were on either side of him now, striding him, my throbbing hot pussy rubbing against the coarse dark hair on his thighs.
His cock was erect, straight up pointing at the ceiling.
My eyes widened at the thought of having that inside me.
“Get on top of me. Ride me, princess,” he said in a soothing voice as his hands reached for my breasts. His fingers played with my nipples, twisting them, tugging at them…I was moaning loudly now, my curls flying with freedom on my back.
I gripped his biceps as tightly as I could to lift my body up. Slowly, I descended down on him, watching his cock as it first gently grazed my pussy and then started firmly parting my folds.
We both moaned as I started to slide down, his cock sliding into me, deep inside as I lowered myself even further.
He was big inside me, even bigger in this position, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to accommodate him fully.
But I was so wet…so ready for him…that I pushed myself down.
His cock was inside me, his full length, and I hurled myself forward.
My breasts swung over his face, my hair falling in a tumble on both sides, and Hunter held onto my hips.
I was desperate to make him come. I wanted him to burst inside me, so I started rocking. My breasts shook as I rode him, and he sought out my nipples. I watched in ecstasy as his mouth latched on to my left breast then the right, sucking on my nipples while I moved on top of him.
Hunter wasn’t the one in charge now; I was, and I bounced on him, thrusting myself forward and then slipping up.
The more I did, the tighter his grip on my hips got, and I knew it wouldn’t be long now.
Our labored heavy breaths mingled, his mouth was hanging open while he watched me push him towards coming.
“Come with me, princess,” Hunter said hoarsely, and I could see that he had already lost himself. I bit down on my lip, watching him with glazed eyes as I allowed myself to give up.
We came together, my juices flooding out of me onto his cock while he shot into me with force.
Hunter growled, gripping my hips tightly as his body revolted, shaking and shuddering as he emptied himself into me.
I was gasping for air, still bouncing up and down his cock till my orgasm started receding, too.
By the time it was over, we were both breathing hard, laughing, and my curls were pasted to my forehead with sweat.
Hunter leaned forward and caught my lips with his mouth. I tumbled onto his chest, and his cock slipped smoothly out of my exhausted pussy. We kissed tenderly, and then he stroked my damp forehead to clear the curls away.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, Kylie,” he breathed into my ear when we parted. I smiled as I rested my head on his chest, snuggling into his arms. He was still fully clothed, except for his jeans, which were down to his ankles now, and I was surrounded by his masculine earthy scent.
We lay like that for a while, entangled in each other’s arms, my face on his chest, his chest heaving with tiredness. We both had a long day.
Hunter’s fingers were in my hair now, playing with my curls, and then suddenly, he used his hands to lift my face up to him.
We were peering into each other’s eyes; his blue ones were stormy again.
I noticed that his gaze had fallen on the bruise on my jaw, and I knew what he was thinking.
Hunter’s fingers slowly traced the shape of the bruise and then stroked my lip, which had stopped bleeding by now.
I covered his hand with mine, smiling at him, because I wanted to.
I didn’t think I would ever want to smile again, but Hunter had this effect on me.
“I’ll be fine, Hunter…thank you for everything you’ve done for Carter and me,” I said in a soft reassuring voice. He was still studying the bruise, looking at my face.
“I wanted to kill him, Kylie. I wanted him to pay for what he’s done to you,” he said, and I noticed how his voice had turned hoarse again. I reached over and kissed the tip of his sharp-pointed nose and smiled again.
“But you didn’t, and I’m so thankful that you didn’t. I love you,” I said, and we were clinging to each other again with enough force that nothing could tear us apart.
“I fucking love you, Kylie,” I heard him breathe into my ear. I had no doubt that he did.