12. HUNTER #3
My hand brushes over the curve of her ass, firmly squeezing as I take the base of my cock and guide my tip through her arousal, coating myself in her wetness. She lets out a shaky breath, the anticipation eating at both of us, and then finally, I guide my tip to her entrance.
“Ready?”
“Fuck me, Hunter.”
I ease into her, watching the way she stretches around me, taking me so perfectly. I’m fucking mesmerized, unable to tear my gaze away, and I give her another inch. She gasps, stretching so wide. “Can you take it, Savage?”
Her fingers fist into the sheet. “More.”
I give her another two inches, easing her into it, more than aware that my sheer size can’t always be taken easily, but I know she can handle it, and when she relaxes around me, I give her more. Three. Six. Nine inches. Until I’m fully seated inside her.
Her walls pulse around me, and it’s all I can do not to fall apart right now. Then only when she begins pushing back against me do I finally start to move. I ease back before taking her again, needing to grip onto her hip to hold her still.
My jaw clenches as I take long, purposeful strokes, rolling my body with each thrust. The more she relaxes with me, the more I give, until I’m giving her everything I’ve got, with deep, powerful thrusts.
“HUNTER!”
“Fuck, Savage. That’s right. It was only a matter of time before you were screaming my name.”
“God, I hate you so much.”
“And I’m sure you’ll hate me more after coming on my cock all night.”
Reaching down, I fish her vibrator out of the sheets and hold it over her shoulder. “Come on, Savage. Show me how you like it.”
Lyra doesn’t hesitate, clutching at the vibrator and quickly finding her favorite setting before slipping her arm beneath her and pressing the vibrating head right to her needy clit. Her walls jolt around me as though being zapped, tightly squeezing my cock, and my knees buckle.
“Shit,” I hiss.
This woman has me in a death hold, and I’m crumbling.
Lyra pants as I roll my hips back and thrust forward, driving into her as her vibrator works her greedy clit. “FUCK! Fuck, fuck,” she cries, already on the edge.
My hand comes down in a sharp spank to her ass before rolling over the stinging cheek and firmly grasping. She sucks in a gasp. “Mm again.”
I give her another, and she pushes back against me, taking me deeper. “Oh, God. I’m gonna come.”
My balls tighten, and I clutch her hip, my fingers bruising on her skin as her walls swell around me. “Give it to me, Savage. Let me feel how you come on my cock.”
She presses a button on the vibrator, giving it more power, and she cries out again.
“Holy shit.” Lyra keeps it going, holding out until the very last moment, and I grit my teeth, determined to give her exactly what she needs, and just when I think she’s about to bring me to my knees, she detonates, her walls exploding into a frantic fit of pulsation.
“Shiiiiiit.”
I keep thrusting, my hips rolling as her tight little cunt squeezes me, and as that blood-red vibrator works its magic, taking her higher, I drive into her one more time and reach my climax, coming with a roar as hot spurts of cum empty inside her.
“Fuck,” I breathe as her walls convulse around me.
My hips rock back and forth as she’s coming down from her high, and when she lets the vibrator fall away, I slow to a stop before finally easing out of her, knowing that I’m likely going to spend every waking minute doing everything I can to try and get back in.
Lyra adjusts herself on her bed, scooching up toward the headboard and grabbing her sheets, pulling them up with her before fixing that bright green stare on me and letting it drop to my cock. “So it seems you do know what you’re doing with that weapon.”
I arch a brow. “You doubted me?”
“You talked a big game and then failed to see it through,” she says with a scoff as she reaches for her shirt and starts pulling it back over her head. “Of course I doubted you.”
I let the jab bounce off me as I point to her shirt. “Why the fuck are you getting dressed? I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
“You might not be done with me, but I’m done with you,” she tells me. “This isn’t the Hunter show. I got what I needed, and now it’s time for you to trudge back over to your side of the hallway, never to cross that boundary line ever again. Is that understood?”
I shamelessly try to hide my smirk, but it’s loud and proud. “Oh, you think that’s how this is going to go?”
“I know that’s how it’s going to go,” she says. “Now scram. I need to research the best bleach to use to get your stench out of my apartment. And don’t forget to take your shirt with you. I don’t need souvenirs from this particular sideshow.”
I laugh and scoop up my shirt before tossing it right at her face. “Uh-huh. Sleep tight, princess. You know where to find me the next time you lose another fight to your vibrator.”
She gasps, and I turn on my heel, stalking out of her bedroom, when I hear her scurrying behind me. “Hey, asshole.”
I grin to myself and turn back to face her, just in time to catch a frying pan to the temple, sending my world into darkness as I crumble like a bitch to the ground.