Chapter 116
Piper
“Happy birthday, love.”
I rub the sleep from my eyes and sit up. The duvet falls to my waist, revealing my silk camisole.
Hunter’s eyes immediately drop to my chest. The thin fabric does little to conceal the outline of my breasts, and my nipples tighten beneath his scrutiny.
He holds a small cake topped with a single candle. The icing is pink, decorated with flowers and butterflies.
Hunter looks infuriatingly good, already dressed for work in a dark suit.
“Make a wish,” he says.
I close my eyes and blow out the candle.
He lifts the cake towards me, and I take a bite.
Then he bends down and cups the back of my neck before pressing a kiss to my lips.
“Fucking delicious,” he mutters. “And I’m not talking about the cake.”
I smile and kiss him again, my arms winding around his neck.
“Why are you dressed already? Are you working today?”
My heart sinks.
He breaks the kiss and shakes his head, a small smile plays at the corner of his mouth.
“The twenty-sixth of April became a paid bank holiday for everyone in my company,” he says with a completely straight face.
“You’re joking.”
He rises one eyebrow.
“Right. Then why are you dressed?”
“I’m taking you out for breakfast,” he says. “After that, I have an entire day of surprises planned.”
I smile at him and bite my lip. He sets the small cake on the bedside table before claiming my mouth once more. The kiss leaves me breathless as he nudges me backwards until I fall onto the bed, his body settling above mine.
“I don’t even know why you bothered getting dressed. One of my birthday wishes involved morning orgasms,” I say, slightly out of breath.
He chuckles, and the sound sends a shiver through me.
“Did it now?” he asks. “Your wish is my command, love.”
His mouth brushes my cheek before he trails a path down my neck. When he reaches my chest, he pushes the camisole aside.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
A second later, he grabs the silk and tears it clean off me.
Within seconds, he shrugs out of his own clothes.
I swallow as my eyes drop, and my lips part.
“Like what you see?”
Colour floods my cheeks.
He watches me as if he could devour me with his eyes alone.
Then he cages me in and takes my mouth in yet another kiss before he moves lower, his mouth follows a path down my stomach until he reaches my thighs. He presses a kiss to the sensitive skin there, and goosebumps ripple over me.
I moan as my fingers thread through his hair.
“That’s it, baby,” he says between kisses. “Use my mouth.”
He sucks at my clit before his tongue slides lower and enters me, and I almost lose it. My grip tightens in his hair to the point I know it must hurt him.
“Fuck, I’m addicted to you,” he groans against my pussy.
He slides two fingers inside me, and I gasp as he thrusts them deep. His tongue returns to my clit, and stars burst behind my eyes.
“That’s it. Such a good girl for me.” He groans. “I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you and feel you squeeze around it.”
“Mhm,” I breathe.
“What do you need, love?”
“Please...”
His hand stills.
“Use your words.”
“Please make me come.”
“What my woman wants, she gets.”
He sucks at my clit one last time as the pace of his fingers quickens, and I let go.
Pleasure crashes through me. I squeeze around his fingers as I ride out my orgasm.
He doesn’t stop. He licks me clean before I finally release my grip on his hair.
“I can never get enough of your taste,” he growls.
Then he lifts his head and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue, him too, and the combination is intoxicating.
As he kisses me, his cock nudges my entrance, and a moan falls from my lips straight into his mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I lift my hips, trying to coax him closer, but he only chuckles.
“So impatient for me, love?”
“Please.”
His expression turns smug. “I do love hearing you beg.”
The head of his cock presses inside me.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
My eyes flutter shut.
“More.”
His hand tightens on my hip. “Greedy little thing.”
I drag my nails down his back, my chest pressed to his as I feel the hard planes of his body and the rigid muscle beneath my fingertips.
I moan when he finally pushes all the way in.
He groans and stills, as he always does, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.
I lift my eyes to his. “I need you to move.”
His dimple makes an appearance.
“Did I tell you how much I love you?”
“Not for a few hours now,” I say with a smile.
The smile dissolves into a moan when he pulls out and drives back into me with a force that steal my breath.
“I fucking love you, love.”
His thrusts grow rougher.
I am already so close, and he knows it. He feels it in the way my body tightens around him.
Without warning, he pulls out.
“What—?” The word dies on my lips as he manoeuvres me onto my stomach.
He thrusts back inside me from behind and wraps a hand around my hair.
“Fuck.”
His grip tightens. He squeezes my arse and drives into me from behind.
A moment later, I feel something wet at my backside. Heat blooms in my cheeks when I realise what he’s done.
His thumb begins to circle there, and I shiver.
“This arse,” he grunts.
A smack echoes through the room.
“I’m going to have this arse soon.”
“Yes, please,” I breathe.
He chuckles.
“Not today, love. I need to prepare you properly.”
He keeps up the relentless pace, and I’m so close.
So, so close.
The hand tangled in my hair presses the back of my head into the pillow, muffling my moan.
My arse stays raised, and the hand that had teased me there returns to my clit.
“Come for me.”
His thumb circles my clit, and I do.
“That’s it, love. Milk my cock dry. Take my come into that beautiful pussy.”
“Damn it, Hunter,” I gasp as another orgasm crashes over me.
A groan tears from him as he empties himself inside me.
“Fucking hell, love. You were made for me. This pussy was made for me.”
The moment it passes, he pulls me against him and rolls us onto our sides.
His cock remains buried inside me, still hard, as he tucks me against his chest.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “Just perfect.”
A contented smile finds its way onto my face.
“Best birthday ever.”
“Love, that’s how you wake up every morning. With my mouth on your pussy and thoroughly fucked seven ways to Sunday. As for the best birthday ever, wait until you see my surprise. Or surprises, should I say.”