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“On your knees, beautiful girl,” he said, his voice both a caress and an order.
She settled on her knees in front of his chair, right in between his widespread legs, knowing that there had never been any other man in her life that she’d give herself over to so willingly, so completely. Her gaze took in the muscles in his abdomen that were ripped and taut before falling to his thick erection and the hand he’d wrapped around the base. He stroked the length casually, and she was fascinated by the drop of pre-come that leaked from the tip. He spread the fluid around the crown of his cock with his thumb, and she licked her lips, beyond eager to taste him.
“Are you ready for me to defile that sweet mouth of yours?” he asked, and when she nodded enthusiastically, he groaned deep in his throat at her zealous response.
With his free hand, he palmed the back of her head, threading his long fingers in her hair and guiding her toward his shaft. Her lips parted, surrounding the swollen crest and sliding down to just beneath the flared part of the tip. She sucked just the soft-textured head and swirled her tongue over and along the slit on top, the flavor of him saturating her senses—salty, tantalizing, and all male.
He hissed out a breath and swore. “Stop fucking teasing me and take me all the way to the back of your throat.”
His voice was low, gravelly, and full of raw lust. It fueled her, made her want to please him, and she opened her mouth wider, allowing him to push her head down, down, down the endless length of his erection, until she’d enveloped every inch of him and she was forced to make herself relax so she didn’t choke on his dick. She reflexively swallowed around the engorged tip, and he groaned like a dying man, the words of praise falling from his lips filling her with so much gratification.
With her hands bound behind her back, her mouth was his to do with as he pleased. He tightened his fingers in her hair, gripping her scalp securely so he could draw her mouth off him slowly to give her time to catch her breath before he worked his way back in again with a firmer, deeper downward stroke. She did her best to keep up with the increasing pace and the thrust of his hips, her own desire spiking all over again.
His breathing came hard and fast, and just when she’d prepared herself to swallow as he climaxed, he abruptly pulled her mouth off him.
“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth, his body tense and his eyes blazing with the same need she felt all the way to her core. “As good as your mouth feels, I need to come inside you, with you.”
In just a few seconds, he had the condom rolled down his length. Tucking his hands beneath her arms, he lifted her off the floor and helped her straddle his lap. He aligned the broad head of his cock at the entrance of her body, then grabbed her hips and unceremoniously impaled her on his shaft so abruptly she gasped at the depths he reached.
He didn’t go slow or easy. He wasn’t soft or gentle. He fucked her as hard as he could given the position, lifting her up and slamming her back down the length of his erection as he drove as deep as he could inside of her. The coupling was unrefined, uncivilized, and as she arched her back to meet his rapid thrusts, his mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and biting her nipples, and roughly abraded them with his teeth, making them so sore the pleasure bordered on sweet, sweet pain.
“Jesus, what you do to me,” he muttered, his hands suddenly everywhere, pulling the long strands of her hair, stroking down her back, and grabbing her ass and hauling her tighter, harder, against his groin, adding a direct stimulation to her sensitive clit that relentlessly pushed her toward another orgasm.
She knew he was headed in that direction, as well, and she reveled in the knowledge that she could make him this wild. That she could make him lose control and give him the pleasure he seemed to crave as much as she did.
His breathing grew ragged, the thrust of his hips more erratic, and she tipped her head forward and looked into his dark eyes, feeling her heart falling headlong into what, crazily enough, felt like love. And she did nothing to stop it.
“You do the same thing to me,” she whispered, letting herself be vulnerable in that moment. He made her want things she couldn’t have. He made her feel more than she had in years. But all she had was right now, and that’s what she focused on. Right now and Hunter and the passion and memories that would have to last her weeks, months, possibly even years.
Closing her eyes, she finally let go and surrendered to her release. She cried out as ecstasy spilled through her veins as she climaxed, feeling as though she was shattering into a million tiny pieces as sensation after sensation battered her. Her sex pulsed tight around Hunter’s cock as he came with her, his big body shuddering against hers, until they were both completely and utterly spent.
Hunter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him, their bodies flush and so intimately close she could feel the beat of his heart against her own chest. His damp breath feathered against her neck, and his hands were suddenly gentle and tender as they caressed her back. She rubbed her cheek against his, savoring the sweet, caring moment that would end much too soon.
“You’re mine, Elle,” he said, his voice as possessive as the arms wrapped around her. “And I’m not letting you go again.”
She couldn’t bring herself to correct him after what they’d just shared. She’d give him tonight, but come morning, she had no choice but to walk away and deal with the mess of her life on her own.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Hunter wasn’t enjoying making Elle moan and scream with pleasure over the course of the rest of the night, he held her securely in his arms—for two reasons. One, he didn’t want to give her any opportunity to slip out on him again, and two, he loved the way she felt snuggled up next to his side as she slept, with her head on his chest, her soft, fragrant blonde hair spilling over his shoulder, and her hand resting on his stomach.
Contentment . . . that’s what he was feeling, and after years of clinging to anger and bitterness for all the things and the people in his life that he’d lost, this inner peace felt like sunshine on the darkest parts of his soul. Elle was that sunshine, that bright, beckoning light toward something more profound he never expected to find again.
No, he never believed he’d have a second chance after the freak accident that had claimed Natalie’s life. After literally watching her die in his arms and feeling so fucking helpless that there had been absolutely nothing he could do to save her. Definitely one of the darkest, most agonizing days of his life, right up there with his parents’ deaths, and while he swore he’d never let himself get that close to anyone outside of his siblings ever again, here he was, letting down all those walls with Elle, in the hopes that she could be the woman he hadn’t known he’d been waiting for. The woman he wanted for more than just the affair they were currently having.
He absently brushed his fingers along her arm, thinking of all the shit he’d given his brother, Maddux, about falling so hard and fast for Arabella when he was now in a similar predicament. But Hunter was coming to realize that it wasn’t often that someone came along who would complement him on so many levels, and he wasn’t going to let Elle slip from his grasp. Not without a fight.
Elle stirred beside him, sliding one leg in between his as she cuddled even closer. It was early morning, they were both naked since he’d spent most of the night doing wicked things to Elle, and now the warm, damp feel of her pussy rubbing against his thigh made his cock stiffen. Ahhh, the joys of morning wood. Except this morning he had a soft female in his bed to take care of his now throbbing erection, rather than resorting to a hand job in the s
hower.
Carefully untangling himself from Elle, he reached over to the nightstand, where there were surprisingly a few condoms left, and he sheathed his hard dick. Then he gently rolled Elle to her stomach. She didn’t wake up but instead sighed softly and wrapped her arms around her pillow to continue sleeping. Smiling to himself, he nudged her legs wide apart and moved in between, then settled his body along the back of hers, bracing his forearms on the mattress to keep the heaviest part of his weight from crushing her.
Her head was turned to the side, and he watched her one eye slowly blink open as she came to. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck, then deliberately rubbed his morning stubble along her soft skin to mark her. She let out a low, pleasurable, encouraging mmmm sound.
“Morning, Just Elle,” he murmured huskily in her ear as his dick prodded the opening to her body and he felt the soft, wet heat give around the head of his shaft.
She gasped, fully awake now. Realizing he had her pinned down, she glanced over her shoulder at him with wide blue eyes. “What are you doing?” she asked incredulously.
