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"I want you, Spitfire; I don't want to talk about this fucked-up day; I want to lose myself in you."
She blinks a couple of times, her eyes racing between mine and her pulse beating in her neck, making me want to suck on it. She nods and rasps, "Then take me, Hunter," breaking all my restraints. I kiss her again, harder this time, while using my hips to keep her up against the door. I grip the bottom of her dress, then rip it over her head, only breaking the kiss for a second before my lips are back on hers, addicted to her taste. I quickly remove my cut, throwing it over onto my chair before ripping all the buttons on my shirt, tearing it off my body before her hands go to my pecs, feeling my body making me groan.
I pull her off the door, walk her over to my bed without breaking the kiss, and lay her on my bed. I kiss down to her jaw, then her neck, sucking on her pulse like I wanted, marking her as mine, making her gasp, "Hunter, please," while trying to move her hips to get friction, making me chuckle, my beard sending goosebumps over her skin. I kiss down her collarbone, then to the center of her chest, before tearing the flimsy bra and taking a rosy, pebbled nipple into my mouth. I nip it, then suck while my fingers twist and pull at the other one, then switch around, paying enough attention to each and ensuring to make her gasp and moan in frustration with the need to cum.
Slowly, I kiss down her body, reaching her pantie-covered cunt, a wet patch soaking through. I cover her covered cunt with my mouth and suck, taking in her taste, making her arch her back off the bed before pushing her deliciousness into my mouth. Leaning back a little, I tear the white fabric from her body before diving back in, my cock hard as steal as I dip my tongue into her heat, then move my tongue to her clit, flicking it over and over before I place two fingers at her entrance. I suck hard on her clit as I shove my two fingers deep inside her, causing her to arch her back, and I groan.
"Fuck Spitfire, you're tight." I rasp as her walls try to reject my fingers.
I look up at the vision before me: her back arched, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, her skin flushed beautifully, and fuck me, is that a sight to see. I bend back down and take her clit between my lips again. Curving my fingers inside her, I start to fuck her with them hard and fast, sucking on her clit at the same time, wanting her to cum quick so I can sheath myself with her heat, to feel her cunt squeeze my dick.
As soon as she starts to squeeze my fingers, I suck even harder on her clit until it pulses against my lips and fluid gushes from her pussy. I quickly remove my fingers, place my mouth at her entrance, and suck her fluids as she screams my name in pleasure, and I groan.
Fuck me, she tastes delicious.
Once I know her orgasm has subsided, I suck my fingers into my mouth, not wanting to waste any of her before standing. I undo my jeans as she breathes heavily while my mind clouds with lust as her smell takes over my senses, my beard covered in her juices. Quickly shaking off my jeans, I quickly lay my body on top of hers, my mouth touching hers in a passionate kiss as I lift her left leg with the crook of my elbow. I place the tip of my cock at her entrance, not giving a shit about protection, and then thrust forward hard and fast, not removing my lips from hers. I don't stop to savor how tight she is or how her gasps and moans sound. My body has taken over, and my cock is aching for release, needing it desperately.
I break the kiss and dip my head, nipping and biting at her neck as she gasps, "Oh god, Hunter," while her nails dig into my back, marking me. I twist a nipple with my right hand, my left going to her clit where I strum it while I take her left nipple into my mouth. I can feel my spine tingling and my balls feeling heavy with the need to cum as her cunt starts to flutter again and her clit starts to pulse.
"That's it, baby; cum for me; squeeze my dick." I rasp before taking her mouth again, picking up my speed with my hips and fingers on her clit. Sarah screams against my mouth as her cunt squeezes me so tight that I fear my dick may fall off. Her orgasm takes over, and fluid gushes between our bodies, from our sweat to her cum, before I groan and empty myself deep inside her.
"Fuck Sarah," I gasp against her mouth while keeping my dick deep inside her, loving the warmth, still semi-hard.
I want to fucking go again, and I never want to let her go.
Her arms go around my neck, pulling me down, and I willingly go, taking her mouth with mine, letting our slow kiss take over. My body is still flush with hers, and my cock is still enjoying her warmth as it starts to harden again.
I slowly pull my hips back before I thrust forward again, making her gasp, and I smile against her lips before rasping, "I hope you're not tired, Spitfire because I'm nowhere near done with you."
She smiles against my lips before kissing me again. I start to move my hips, this time taking her slow and steady, just enjoying our bodies being connected, making love for the first time, then a second, then a third, and promising myself to hold this girl for eternity as we both fall asleep.
Chapter 11
Sarah
I blink, slowly waking up as the sun shines through the room. I notice I'm not at home and furrow my brows as an arm tightens around me. I look down to see a tattoo sleeve on a tanned muscular arm and swallow hard, last night coming back to me.
I've finally done it; I've lost my virginity at twenty-fricking five with a man I'm falling madly and deeply in love with—with a man who has the means to destroy me if he wants to.
I inhale, taking in his woodsy, spicy scent and enjoying it for a few minutes before I have to sneak out. I need to meet my sister at the hospital. Dad's dropping her off while I stay with her for her chemo, and I really, really do not want to face Hunter when he realizes he took my virginity. When he broke through the barrier, absolute pain shot through me, but because he was kissing me, he didn't notice the tear falling down my cheek, which was really a good thing.
How awkward would that have been?
I sigh before I slowly turn in his arms. He's in a deep sleep and looks peaceful. I carefully trace his full lips, his beard shaped around them, my fingers going to the teardrop tattoo near his eye, then to the snake tattoo on his neck that he told me he got while drunk. It's hard to know he had cancer—how much our lives are alike. When he told me, I felt like I couldn't breathe, like I'd lose another person who I knew could become my world, despite his telling me he gets checked twice a year. His brother Doc had checked him last week, and the results came back clear, though I still feel like I could lose him. He wants to meet my sister and reintroduce himself to my parents as my partner, my other half, but I just... Something is holding me back, but I don't know what.
Maybe it's because I'm still worried about the danger his club holds, or it could be because I'm afraid of getting hurt; I don't know. I know I'm holding back when all I want to do is pull him close, and now he's keeping me at arm's length. I haven't met his Momma, only his dad when he comes into the garage, and then that's only brief. Hunters made it clear that I could only speak to him with an employee's professionalism, not the woman who was dating his son.
Until I let him in, he's keeping me out.
It hurts, but I also understand. I just wish I could figure out what my problem is.
I look at him one more time, my heart beating hard in my chest at his relaxed expression and how much I don't want to move, before gently kissing his lips, making his arm tighten before loosening again. I smile a little before slowly getting out of his grip and climbing out of bed. I see my bra and underwear are torn, and I shake my head, grabbing my dress. I quickly put it on, as well as my flats, then threw on his black button-down shirt he had on yesterday; the buttons ripped off, so I doubt he'll miss it.
If he does, then it's just tough shit; it's mine now.
Heading to the door, I look at him one more time. He's now sprawled on his back, his left arm over his eyes, the sheets over his bottom half, the devil tattoo large on his chest standing out with all the other colorful ones he has going on, making me smile. The man's a work of art. I slowly leave the room. I can hear voices down the hall, making me swallow hard. I have yet to properly meet his brothers except those who bring in their bikes, and even then, it's brief.
Sighing, I walk out into the rustic common room. Some brothers look my way and smile; others just raise a brow. That woman, Rose, sees me and waves. I wave back as she nods me over to her, but I just shake my head, pointing to the door and mouthing, "Family," making her nod with a smile. She knows my Momma, so she knows how much I love my family and how they come first. Just as I get through the front door, ignoring the curious looks of the women dressed in barely anything, someone grabs my arm.
