Page 75 of Plus-Size Bullied Mate

After an agonizing moment of grinding against each other like we can’t get enough, breaths mingling in the relatively dark cabin, he bites back a moan.

“Tessa…” he murmurs, sounding more like a low warning now. “Don’t tease.”

I’m half tempted to do exactly that from how hot he looks like this, slowly falling apart and abandoning his previous cockiness, but he’s not alone in this.

I want him too, and I want the pleasure promised to both of us.

So I lift my hips and catch his attention, letting him adjust his grip on me to guide me closer. His entire focus zeroes in on this, brimming with anticipation at the thought of what’s to come.

When I feel his rigid length pressed against me, I shudder and slowly lower myself. Bracing, I take my time, letting my body open up for him.

The look on Hunter’s face when I take all of him is pure sin, eyes slipping closed while he struggles to suppress a grunt from the pressure alone. His fingers create indents in my hips while he strains, unable to hide how overwhelming it is for him.

To see a man like him, big, intimidating, and full of authority, reduced to a more desperate version of himself, never fails to make me eager for more.

It’s like he’s in my hands now, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this feeling. Fortunately, the bond between us seems to encourage it.

Using his chest as leverage, I start to move on him, letting my eyes close while I focus on the addictive feelings as they wash over me.

The angle forces him even deeper, and both of us struggle to find our breath from how intense it is.

Hunter curses under his breath before reaching one hand up to find the back of my neck, then he pulls me closer and captures my lips in a scorching kiss. He groans into it, still letting me move as I need to, despite how eagerly he claims my mouth when his tongue brushes against mine.

Sounding almost pained, he muffles his sounds into the contact while I ride him, never letting up on his hold.

When the kiss eventually breaks, and I’m moving faster now, breath exchanging with his, I can’t think about anything other than feeling even more of him, and reaching the release we both need.

“Tessa… don’t stop,” Hunter murmurs against my lips, and his hands slide down to grip me tighter, holding me as close as he can. “Just like that.”

His words come out even more strained, and while I can tell me wants me to take what I need from him, his hips twitch upward at first, then he gives in and thrusts from beneath, heart pounding against mine.

I try to keep up my rhythm, but I whine when he goes impossibly deeper, and I surrender to the rush of sparks it sends through me.

Sprawled across his chest, my fingers move to his hair while I cling to him, needing some kind of anchor through his rough movements now. It’s no use trying to stifle my moans now, as they come out unbidden.

Pressure builds in my lower stomach as Hunter keeps me pinned to him, rutting into me now like this is his last chance, and he can’t stand the thought of not finishing what we started.

“Hunter…” I murmur into his neck, breath hitching when his strokes slow momentarily, hitting every deep place within me before he picks up the pace again.

“I know,” he says breathlessly, shifting my legs a bit before thrusting at a slightly different angle. It’s enough to make us both gasp, holding each other tighter. “I need to feel you fall apart for me.”

My head spins while he gives me everything I need, making me lose myself through the storm it creates in my mind. Every inch of me is alive for him and his touch, hopelessly bound to him in every way.

The angle creates more friction with each thrust, stimulating me to the point of writhing. My moans pitch higher with the influx of sensations, and without warning, everything falls into place.

My thighs tremble when I clamp around him, crying out against his neck while the coil in me breaks, and I’m thrown into immediate ecstasy.

I hardly register as Hunter’s rhythm falters as a result, keeping me close while he thrusts a moment longer before giving in.

The bond is more like a blinding force as we collide at once, hitting the precipice, and giving each other all we have. It pulls tightly, fulfilled and nurtured in every way.

As the aftershocks settle into place and we slump against each other, warmth floods my system, and I don’t pull away from his neck while I catch my breath. I listen to the beat of his heart and the way it matches mine in how erratic they both sound, and I remind myself that it is as much mine as it is his.

Hunter’s fingers slowly move up and down my spine, grounding me in this moment regardless of how lost in the clouds I feel. His presence is steady and comforting like always, knowing that neither of us needs to fill the silence too soon.

Though he eventually presses a lingering kiss to my temple, and he hums. “Remind me to do that again, very, very soon.”

Blissed out and amused by his tone, I give him a soft laugh before kissing his neck briefly, earning myself a small shiver. “I imagine it’ll be sooner than you think.”