22. Stevie #3
He’s sucking on my clit and making my hips rise off the counter.
I’m moaning and crying out as he thrusts his tongue inside me and then sucks on my clit again.
The orgasm is building and bubbling up inside me and I can’t wait to come.
I spread my legs as my body tenses and my back arches, waiting for that final delicious moment.
Then Hunter pulls away again.
I make a noise of extreme frustration and hit his chest with my fist. “Hey!”
He just laughs and wipes his mouth. “Don’t expect an apology. I said I was going to punish you, remember?”
“Hunter,” I whine. “It’s not fair.”
He chuckles and unzips his jeans. “Maybe I’ll let you come this time.” He pulls his jeans and boxer briefs down. His cock seems even bigger than I remember, thick and hard and glistening at the tip. I bite down hard on my lower lip.
He wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes himself. “You want this?”
I nod, licking my lips.
“In your pussy or in your mouth?”
“I don’t care. Just put it in me, please.” I can’t stop myself from putting my hands on my breasts. I rub my nipples as I watch Hunter stroke himself.
“You look beautiful when you’re desperate, princess.”
“I’m always desperate for you,” I admit in a small voice.
His eyes darken at my words. “Yeah?”
I nod, looking up at him through my lashes.
He lets go of his cock and puts his hands on my waist, dragging me forward to the edge of the counter. His cock brushes against my pussy and I gasp.
“I don’t know if I should give you what you want,” he says as I lean toward him. I want to press my breasts against his bare chest. I want to rub myself against him like a cat.
“Please, Hunter,” I whine, not caring how I sound.
“Hmm.” He nudges my opening with his cock again and I moan, my eyes fluttering closed. “I’m not convinced you deserve it.”
I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to pull him towards me, but it’s like trying to move a mountain. I wrap my legs around his hips and use my leg muscles to pull him in. He doesn’t budge. “Stop torturing me,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Never.”
He takes my hands off his shoulders. Grabbing my thighs, he holds me still. “I’m gonna fuck you, but you can’t touch me. Understand? Touch me and I stop.”
I look at him in dismay. “Why?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Because I said so. Are you going to disobey me?”
I shake my head, clamping my mouth shut. I put my hands behind me, so I won’t touch him.
“Good girl.”
With his eyes on mine and his hands gripping my hips, he pushes into me with one hard thrust. I cry out as my body struggles to adjust to his massive size, my fingers clutching at the slick surface of the bathroom counter.
Hunter barely gives me a second to get used to him before he starts fucking me hard and fast. It’s almost too much to bear but the pleasure is undeniable.
I arch my back and try to meet him thrust for thrust.
My body was starving for him. My pussy was aching for him. And he’s finally giving me what I want.
Without slowing down, he grabs at my breast, tugging on the nipple roughly, bringing me more pain, more pleasure.
“You like that?” he asks, voice sounding rough with need. “You’re a little slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want it harder?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Let’s see how much you can handle.” He pinches my nipple as his thrusts get harder and faster, driving me absolutely insane. It’s right on the edge of being too painful but not quite. He looks down at where we’re joined, his intent stare such a huge turn-on. My pussy convulses and I moan loudly.
“Your cunt is so fucking perfect,” he says.
“I’m gonna fill it with every drop of my cum.
” He lifts my legs, placing them on his shoulders and deepening his thrusts.
I scream as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me, and I feel an orgasm building again.
I pray he’ll let me come this time, because if he doesn’t, I don’t think I’ll recover.
“Hunter.”
“Yes, princess?”
“Please let me come.”
He grins wickedly. “I’m not sure you deserve it, sweetheart.”
“Please. I promise I’ll be a good girl. I’ll never disobey you again, please. I’ll be so good.”
He licks his lips. “Hmm. I like it when you talk like that.”
I arch my back, desperate to touch him, but I keep my hands behind me. The orgasm is so close, my body tenses with each of Hunter’s thrusts, his cock hitting my clit at just the right angle for me to explode.
“Fuck,” he says. “When you arch your body like that, I wanna give you whatever the fuck you want, princess.”
“Oh my god, Hunter, please, please, please,” I beg. His words, his hard, rhythmic thrusting, the wet sounds of his cock inside me all combine to drive me over the edge. I scream and tense up as the orgasm conquers me, zinging through every inch of my body.
Hunter grabs me by the back of the head and slams his mouth onto mine, groaning as he sucks on my tongue. I’m disoriented from the power of that orgasm, completely boneless in his arms. He drives into me for another minute then tenses as he spills inside me.
A minute later, he pushes my hair out of my face and kisses me. I wrap my legs around him as tightly as I can. I never want him to pull out. I want us joined like this forever.
“Fuck, princess. That was something else.”
Then he kisses me gently on the forehead.