CHAPTER 46 #3
“I’m going to fuck your ass now.” Hunter reached next to us to grab a fallen pillow and brought it under my head for support. “If it hurts too much or you want me to stop, say the words.”
“I will.” But I doubted I’d want to stop.
Hunter dragged the bottle of lube and my favourite clit vibrator closer. I trembled when he used a forearm beneath my hips to raise my bottom half so it was draped over his thighs. The top half of me was comfortably snuggled in the furs.
Positioned like this, I was fully at his mercy.
Ever so slowly, Hunter popped out the butt plug and replaced it with two thick fingers.
I liked his fingers there…and I liked it a whole lot more when the fingers of his other hand began to toy with my clit.
Goosebumps ignited over my skin. I was splayed open for his use and loved that he was working my body so masterfully. “Mm. More.”
“You love it, don’t you?” His tone was gravelly and sinful. “Having your ass and pussy stroked like this, baby?”
“S-so much.” I panted, digging my fingers into the prominent veins of his forearms. “Can’t wait until you’re buried inside of me.”
“You’re so tight, so warm, so sweet for me, doll.” A muscle jumped in his clenched jaw on a particular thrust of his fingers in my ass. “I can’t wait to have my cock in here. Can’t wait to fill you with more cum.”
God, his filthy mouth. Lust careened through my core, making me wetter and hornier. I moaned as he dribbled more lube over my hole and massaged it in. “Please, Hunt.” I rolled my hips. “Now.”
“I can never deny you when you beg me so nicely.” He grabbed a hold of his thickness, already coated with my arousal, and dolloped another generous amount of lube so it was extremely slippery.
He appeared so primal as he gave himself a few long strokes.
It was hot. He was hot. My mouth went dry and my pussy practically fluttered.
“Breathe, Gabriela. I want you to relax for me.”
I inhaled.
His plump tip feathered down the split of my cheeks.
I gasped when he breached the tight ring of muscle. “Fuck.”
Hunter groaned at the sensation, grasping my hips in a way where I would have finger-shaped bruises in the morning.
“Eyes on me.” He petted my clit to alleviate some of the burn. “Watch me as I enter you.”
And then he pushed in another inch.
My eyes widened, my back arched, my thighs shook, and my mouth fell open on a tortured whine. “Hunter.”
“You’re being so calm and patient as I feed you my cock.” He kissed my lips. “Such a good girl for me, Gabriela.”
There was pressure as he continued sliding in.
Mio principe was the only man to ever have me this way and he loved it.
Those blue eyes kept me hostage, not allowing me to glance anywhere else as he fucked me.
He wanted to see me break softly for him.
Before stitching me back together with his love and affection.
I didn’t feel any staggering pain from this claiming.
Just a sweet, bearable ache and relief that he was mine and I was his in every way possible.
“Goddamn, Gabriela.” His animalistic tone was like rock to a flint, sending sparks all over my body. “You’re sucking me in so deep—so perfectly.” He exhaled sharply as he stared at his thick cock, halfway into my asshole. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
“Incredible.” But nothing could have prepared me for the stretch and fullness.
He was fucking huge. Incomparable to the toys.
And yet, I took him like a champ, even getting off on the slight burn accompanied with this first-time entry.
He paused for a bit, allowing me to adjust to his inches.
One hand gripped my ass cheek and the other gripped my neck, pinning me down.
The bunched muscles and the feral expression let me know just how much it cost him to physically stop himself from thrusting completely into me. “Give me more. I can take it.”
“My needy girl.” He groaned and rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, pushing another inch inside of me. “You’re doing amazing.”
His fingers resumed polishing my clit and I moaned, toes curling. Gingerly, my hand rose to cup his bristly cheek. He screwed his eyes shut, undone by my touch yet still keeping himself in check. “A-all the way in, Hunt.”
My sentence severed the last thread holding him back.
Hunter snapped.
With a final thrust, he seated himself all the way inside of me.
We both groaned simultaneously, shaking and panting.
Hunter felt even longer, bigger, and thicker than ever.
His dick practically throbbed inside of me in tandem with my clit. “Play with yourself, Gabby,” he growled. “I want to watch as I fuck your tight little hole.”
My toy was lubed up and ready to go. When I brought it over my pussy, I moaned and tensed around Hunter’s cock.
“Mmfuck.” He bit his bottom lip and withdrew his shaft.
Before thrusting back in, slow and steady.
I whimpered and met him thrust for thrust. “There she is.” Thrust. “My naughty little doll.” Thrust. “Giving her favourite football player a wet pussy and virgin ass to wreck.” Thrust. “Fuck. Just like that. Squeeze around my dick. Make me fill you with my cum. God, you’re perfect. Doesn’t this feel so good, baby?”
He was perfect. So. Damn. Perfect.
Extremely sensitive and unable to speak, I managed a nod. Thriving under his commands. Moaning as I played with my clit. And gasping from the pleasure of having my ass pillaged by Hunter’s thick cock.
One of the things I loved about Hunter was even when he was losing control, I was still his first priority. He was never rougher with me than what I could tolerate and never putting his own release before mine. “Harder, bello. I want it.”
“You want it harder?” he snarled. “I’ll give it to you harder.”
It wasn’t a threat, but a promise, and he delivered.
Hunter’s punching hips met my ass as he drove his cock faster inside of me.
And I could do nothing but lie there and fucking take, take, and take it.
The room rang with a chorus of my screaming moans, the crackling of fire, and the obscene sounds of our bodies slapping together roughly.
Our lovemaking felt otherworldly. I was a liquified mess underneath him.
I touched, tasted, smelled, saw, and heard only Hunter Saint Warren.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted mindlessly as another orgasm crested.
We made out sloppily before his mouth poised at my ear and his dark voice hushed dirty talk that set me aflame.
“That’s a good girl, letting me enjoy my reward after such a tough season.
” He wrapped his hands around my ankles, uncrossed them from behind his back, and brought my legs down by my sides, until my knees practically touched my shoulders, and my feet dangled in the air.
I screamed at the new angle. His menacing and lustful gaze told me he enjoyed seeing my body folded vulnerably as he bore down harder.
“Keep your legs spread wide for me. I plan on using your holes all night long, little doll.”
My gaze was awash with disbelief and pleasure. It felt good. So. Breathtakingly. Good. “Hunter!”
Smirking roguishly, he held the back of my legs and screwed his cock even deeper into my ass.
“You’re the hottest groupie slut, Gabriela,” he crooned in a sweet, husky voice.
“Your ass is gripping me so tight.” Thrust. “And your pussy is making a creamy mess.” Thrust. “Fuck yourself with two fingers.” Thrust. “Show me how good you squirt when I ride you deep.”
Fuck, he was an alpha through and through. I did as he demanded. Two fingers in my pussy to rub my G-spot, one toy over my swollen clit, and a rock-hard dick tunneling in and out of my snug channel. All inching me closer to my precipice.
Our pace was wondrous. I could feel him everywhere. “Oh my God.”
“Yours,” he vowed.
“Yes.” My god of the sky. My sweet ruin. My fierce protector. “Mine.”
Sweat rivulets ran down our bodies. Handprints blossomed over my ass from his spanks.
Nails raked across Hunter’s back as he loved me harder, drinking my moans with his sensual kisses.
He played with my bouncing tits. Licking, sucking, tugging at my nipples.
And when he collared my throat again and stared down at me with unadulterated gratification, it was evident he was seconds from coming.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I moaned choppily. “I’m almost there!”
He panted, his black hair sticking to his temples from the exertion. “I’m right there with you.”
“Come with me, pretty boy.”
“Fuck, Gabriela!”
And mere seconds later, we came together. Hunter buried his face in my neck, groaning raggedly as he emptied inside of me, and I screamed loudly, my release splashing between us.
It felt like time rolled to a stop as we held on to each other in the aftermath of it all.
Finally, Hunter raised his head and we locked eyes. Disheveled hair. Clammy skin. Uneven breaths. We were a perfect mess.
“That was…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “I have no words.”
I gave him a lopsided smile. “I know. Want to do it again?”
He puffed out a low chuckle. “Anything you want, Gabby.”
“You’re such a good boyfriend.” I grinned, fingering the ends of his hair. “Always spoiling me.”
“I would do anything for you, Gabriela,” Hunter confessed, gazing into my eyes with so much love. “You’re my everything.” He kissed my lips. “Forever.”
My everything forever.
Tears pricked my eyes and slowly streamed down my face. Hunter tenderly brushed them away with his mouth, hugging me closer to his chest.
“Thank you for cherishing and protecting me.” I pressed a kiss to his wound, over the bandage on his bicep. “Thank you for seeing me four hundred and eighty days ago…and not giving up.”
Hunter’s mouth pulled into a heart-stopping smile and he whispered, “I love you, Gabriela.”
“And I love you, Hunter.”
Then my handsome prince proceeded to lay four hundred and eighty kisses all over my body to mark every day since he first saw me.