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Her eyes were engaging. Her face was lovelier than any other in this bar. Her body was perfect. Her breasts especially were a great feature. They were ample without being too big. Although most men he knew didn’t believe tits could ever be too large, Hunter liked a solid handful and felt that any more was just a waste. Her hips were nicely rounded, too. Another place his hands would be happy to stroke.
The black lace of her bra peeking out from her unbuttoned shirt drove home his desire. Her long blonde hair made his knuckles ache with the desire to touch it, stroke it, wrap his hand around it, and pull the fistful hard as he fucked her pussy from behind.
He shook his head to break that visceral spell, and went back to the initial seven-word mantra he mentally sent out, wanting her to give an enthusiastic yes for this evening’s pleasure.
They hadn’t quite established that she was going home with both of them just yet. He sensed that she was only doing this at all because of the thug who’d followed her inside ten minutes after she’d arrived. So perhaps they weren’t about to get laid either way. Perhaps she was motivated purely by a need for some security. After a one-second deliberation, he decided that was okay.
He admired her quick thinking in a difficult situation. He certainly enjoyed her dancing at his table. Secretly though, he hoped she would be up for some satisfying sexual activity later on as well.
And if not, he’d also be happy to bust some balls and keep her safe from the guy chasing her. No charge. But then he remembered her hair, her breasts, her body, the way she moved when she danced, and any altruistic feelings fell to the wayside.
If she were willing, he’d gladly take her for a sexy, orgasmic ride on his cock and then watch Dylan do the same thing. He and Dylan could certainly gratify her, if her interest was still alive and well once she was safely away from the threat she faced.
Lilianna stared at Dylan for several seconds after he’d informed her of their particular tastes. She didn’t frown or look insulted. In fact, she looked rather intrigued. She brushed wispy locks of hair from her face and then sent a half-smiling look in his direction. Hunter gave her his best new silently suggestive “I want to make you scream in orgasm, repeatedly” look, but didn’t smile.
She nodded all of a sudden and said, “Okay. Sharing will be fine. Can we leave right now?”
Dylan leaned forward and pressed his lips to her luscious mouth. Hunter watched the sultry display as blood pulsed hard and fast through his veins. His cock reared behind his fly with the need to fuck this woman and make her his. Dylan twisted his head slightly to one side, as their already sexy kiss became even more engaging.
Hunter swore he salivated just watching them. Lilianna’s hand moved to Dylan’s face. She stroked his cheek, her nails grazing along his jawline. He couldn’t wait until it was his turn. Not here. Not in this public place. But later. Maybe in the car or at their place. Eventually at a very special public place near where they lived. Maybe.
He usually wasn’t so protective or possessive of strangers. There were a few patrons in the bar casting looks over at their table with curiosity, but mostly the focus was off of them. Hunter stared down a couple of men seemingly interested and still looking in their direction. Didn’t they understand she’d made her choice? Apparently not.
One bold guy, obviously drunk off his ass, approached their table in a staggering gait that could only mean he was about to be stupid.
“Hey, sweet thang, why don’t you c’mere and ride my…” he said in a slurred drunken tone. Hunter stood up, after the first three words he said, and promptly sent him packing in the opposite direction before he could finish the entire sentence.
“If we’re going, I suggest we go now,” Hunter said to them in a low tone. Their first kiss broke. They stared at each other as if both were surprised it had been so good. Hunter dearly wanted a turn. Get them out. Take her in the car. Kiss her like you want her to stay forever.
Hunter was obviously possessed after neglecting his baser urges for so long. He hadn’t even kissed her and suddenly wanted her forever? Not like him at all, but something about her called to him on some invisible primitive level. Maybe it was her scent. ’Cause she smelled like cool cotton sheets on a warm summer morning. Or maybe it was because it had been far too long since they’d shared any woman. Whatever it was, Hunter planned to roll with it and worry about his unusually sappy, ardent feelings later.
