Chapter 4 Hunter
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Hunter
I’m not sure what made me come clean with Millie and tell her about my leg and the accident that caused it. I could feel her eyes on me while I was putting the groceries away. And a part of me needed to know if she knew about the missing part of my leg, if she would be disgusted by it, or not.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, but I’m glad you're still alive.” Her soft-spoken, heartfelt words go straight to my heart.
Taking a chance, I glance into her eyes, finding only kindness lurking in her beautiful sea-green eyes, and nod before turning back to preparing our supper.
The rest of the evening passes in comfortable conversation as we eat grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, then devour the unicorn sugar cookies for dessert.
“That was delicious.” She stands, grabs my empty bowl and plate, and takes them with hers to the kitchen sink. “You cooked. I’ll do the dishes.”
It’s such a simple gesture. One, she’ll never know how deeply it affects me to have her in my kitchen, doing something so domesticated, like a real couple.
“I’ll dry.” It takes me a couple of seconds to get my leg to cooperate.
I can feel my skin tightening as the swelling worsens.
I need to take off my prosthetic before it gets worse.
But that’s not going to happen until she’s safely on her way back home and out of my cabin.
It’s bad enough I told her about my leg—she doesn’t need to see it.
She gives me a look like she wants to argue, but in the end, she hands over the dish after washing and rinsing it. “You’re kind of stubborn, you know.”
“I’m well aware of my faults, but what about yours?
You really shouldn’t have driven into the mountains just to deliver my groceries on a day like today.
I can’t believe Matt let you do it.” In the few times I met Matt, he seemed pretty protective.
I can’t imagine he would let his sister drive these roads in the predicted bad weather.
“He didn’t exactly have a chance to stop me.” Her confession makes me smile. “He was already in the middle of deliveries, so I decided to help out.”
“And does he know you’re stranded overnight with a stranger? I could be a serial killer for all you know.” I’m not, but she shouldn’t be so trusting of people she barely knows.
The look she gives me is pure sass with a hint of mischief. “If you were a serial killer, you would have killed me by now, or at least tortured me a little.” An image of tying her to my bed while I sexually torture her pops into my head.
It is definitely going to be a long night.
“So, it’s still too early to go to bed.” The word bed hangs in the air between us.
I might be a thirty-year-old virgin, but there’s no way I don’t see the lust in her eyes.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I say, needing to change the subject away from a bed or from thoughts of taking her to my bedroom.
“Sure.” She hands me the last plate to dry, giving me something else to focus on besides her beautiful face.
We settle onto the couch and decide on a fairly new rom-com, but I can’t concentrate on the movie with her sitting so close to me. I’m holding it together pretty well until Hissy decides to make herself known by walking in front of the television and stopping to glare at us with an evil hiss.
“Oh.” Millie jumps at the sound, pressing herself tightly against my side, hoping I’ll protect her from my evil cat.
“Sorry. That’s just my cat Hissy. She’s kind of a dick.” I turn to face Millie as I apologize for my cat from Hell, my face inches from hers.
I’m not sure how it happened, but the next thing I know, Millie is in my arms, straddling my lap—her skirt bunching around her waist as her panty-clad pussy grinds against the hard ridge of my cock pressing against my sweatpants.
Her lips crash down on mine in a frantic kiss.
We’re a little clumsy at first, but we eventually find our rhythm.
All thoughts of Hissy leave my mind as I grip Millie’s hips, pressing her tighter against my shaft.
“Are you sure about this?” I break the kiss—both of us panting as if we’ve just run a marathon.
Her beautiful, lust-filled gaze tells me all I need to know, but I need to hear it from her first. “Yes. I want this. I want you to be my first.” I knew there was a chance she was a virgin, not that it would matter. But the idea that this is both our first time does something to me.
In a quick, sweeping motion, I stand, taking her with me as she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. My leg is killing me, but I’ll worry about that later. Right now, all I want is to get Millie naked and into my bed.
“I have a confession, too. I’ve never done this before either.
” I set her down on my bed, slowly unzipping her sexy thigh-high boots and slipping them off, along with her socks.
Next, I pull her dress up and over her head, tossing it on the floor.
She lifts her hips as I pull down her skirt and panties in one fluid motion.
She unhooks her bra as I take off my t-shirt and shoes, but leave my sweatpants on.
She doesn’t question me, only opening her arms to me. "Good, now get on with devirginizing us."
Wedging myself between her thighs, I don't hesitate as I latch onto one of her nipples as my hands pump each one, causing her to moan, "Do you like how I touch you, Millie?"
"Yes." She moans as her hips roll against my throbbing cock still encased in those damn sweatpants.
"Good girl." I take turns licking and sucking each nipple until Millie is a squirming mess. I let go of her breasts and grip her hips, thrusting to meet hers and letting her grind on me. The pleasure is almost too much, and I hold her hips still. "I need to taste you."
Needing to take some pressure off my leg, I roll Millie so she is on top of me while I lie on my back on the bed.
"Come here, beautiful. I want you to ride my face.
" Millie doesn't hesitate, settling herself over my starving mouth.
"That's my good girl." I groan against her pussy, then lick a trail up her slit to her hidden bud, waiting for my attention.
She moans and works her hips faster over my face, grinding her hot pussy into my nose and chin as my tongue laps at her juices. I grip her hips harder as I dart my tongue in and out of her tight hole. Her body tightens, and she comes all over my face.
I slide her body down mine as her juices leave a trail across my chest and abdomen, marking me with her scent. I push my sweatpants down to my thighs, then position her on top of my cock. "Are you ready to ride my cock since you rode my face so well?"
"Hmm, yes." She moans as she slides down all nine inches of me.
Once her body accommodates to my girth, she begins to rock her hips, testing her depth and speed. Her tits bounce faster, and her fingernails claw at my chest as she picks up her speed.
I rub my fingers over her clit, encouraging her to find her release because I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on. "Come for me." Obeying my command, her body tightens, and she comes all over my cock, finally collapsing on my chest.
"Such a good girl." I praise her before shooting load after load of my hot cum deep inside her, hoping to create a life so she will be bound to me forever.
Her body jerks at the feel of my cum flooding her, "Um, we didn't use a condom." She tenses on my chest and tries to sit up, but I wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
"That's okay. I'm more than ready to start a family with you." I’m shocked by my words, waiting for the feeling of dread to come, but it never does.
With a sigh, she relaxes back against my chest, her hand running through my chest hair. She snuggles deeper into my chest, and the part of me that was empty feels whole. "For a virgin, you were pretty good at the whole sex thing."
“Is that so?” I laugh, rolling her onto her side and tucking her against me. “You’d better rest up for round two.”
With a sigh, she snuggles deeper into my embrace. A guy could really get used to this—I almost feel normal again. Until the universe reminds me I’m not.