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Right onto the hard length of his cock.
Goddamn.
“Hunt!” I cried out in surprise.
Hunt didn’t waste time with small talk.
He pushed and pulled me down on his cock. Filling me quickly and making me feel empty just as quickly.
“Jesus,” I gasped, feeling what felt like a great huge ball of something filling me up to almost bursting.
He never once slowed his pace. Just continuously pumped himself into me, hitting that most perfect place inside of me.
But before it got too far, before I could come, I was crying out.
“No!” I wailed. “I want your mouth when I come!”
He froze, his big hands on my hips, and stopped with his cock stuffed fully inside of me.
“Spin around,” he ordered.
When I went to stand up, to pull him out of me, he stilled my hips.
“No,” he grunted. “Keep me inside of you. All the way.”
I licked my lips, then performed a near impossible task of turning in his arms while keeping his cock still fully embedded inside of me.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled. “Right the fuck there.”
I was spun halfway around, his cock at a different angle now deep inside of me, and I felt like a freakin’ pretzel.
Hell, with his legs in between my own, I couldn’t do much more than be at his mercy.
And at his mercy, I was.
He filled me, pushed me, pulled me.
Whatever he wanted, he did, and I sat back and allowed him to do that.
Allowed him to do me.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he rumbled. “Every single time I feel like it can’t get any better, that what I felt last time wasn’t anywhere near as good as it was this time, you show me differently.”
I was panting.
My breasts were straining against the bra I never fully got off.
And I wanted to come.
Badly.
I wanted him to fill me up. I wanted his fingers on my clit.
I wanted his mouth on mine.
I wanted it all.
I wanted kids with him.
I wanted a life with him.
I wanted this all to be real and not ‘convenient’ anymore.
“We were never convenient,” he growled. “That was just the easiest way I could find to get you where I wanted you.”
I finished the twist in his arms, facing him with a gasp.
He made sure to twist me so that he stayed inside me as I moved.
The sincerity in his eyes had me reeling.
“What?” I asked.
He lifted me up and slammed me back down.
“You were never convenient,” he grunted. “Never.”
Then he proceeded to fuck the absolute hell out of me.
There were no other words for what he did.
He fucked me like a man possessed. Like a man that was set on proving a point.
That I was not a convenience.
And when I came, my mouth was on his.
His hands were on my ass.
And my body was on fire.
CHAPTER 19
Once you hit a certain age, you become permanently unimpressed by a lot of shit.
-Fact of Life
HUNT
The day had been shit.
I knew that it was going to be bad when the first phone call I got after I started work over an hour late was from my mom. On a new fuckin’ number.
Then my sisters, also on new numbers, started calling when I told my mother that I was no longer a part of her life and to stop calling me.
My sisters all thought that they had to play a role in my life, and none of them, Mom and Dad included, had ever liked any girlfriend that I’d ever had.
And I think they’d gone into today thinking that Wyett was a little gold digger.
She wasn’t.
In fact, she was so far from it that it was comical.
She hadn’t let me pay for a single thing since I’d gotten home.
Which sucked, because I knew she was struggling with money.
She’d literally just finished school and had started her first job and hadn’t been working there all that long.
She needed money in the worst way since she refused to touch any of her ‘nest egg’ as she liked to call it, but the only thing she allowed me to do was continue letting her live in my house.
Her words, not mine.
As far as I was concerned, my place was now hers, forever and ever amen.
No take backs.
“Hunt?”
I squinted at the doorway, surprised to see Wyett in the door.
“Yes?” I asked, sitting up from my computer and wincing slightly at the already pounding headache.
I couldn’t find my glasses.
And needing glasses and sitting in front of the computer squinting wasn’t the best thing in the world.
Yet, there I was, doing it.
But I’d do anything for Wyett.
And dealing with a small—okay, rather large at this point—headache so I could find the man that had taken a contract to kill her? That I’d do in a freakin’ heartbeat.
Pain was nothing I hadn’t endured before.
“I’m really hungry, and it’s that time of the month, if you get what I’m saying, and I would really, really, really like Chick-Fil-A. Can you go get it since you won’t let me leave?” She held her hands up in a pleading gesture that had me vowing to do absolutely anything she ever asked of me if it made her look at me like that.
