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“Do what?” I ask, feigning innocence.
Chrissy gets a naughty look.
“Well, Mack wanted to put it in my pussy and then have me suck his cock, and at first I was like no way! That’s gross! But then he persuaded me to try it, and I have to admit that when we actually did it … well, let’s just say cock tastes good when it’s coated in honey.”
I giggle a bit while pretending shock.
“Oh my God, you’re so bad!” I squeal.
“Aren’t I?” she nods smugly. “Seriously girlfriend, it’s amazing and I can’t believe I’ve been missing out for so long!”
I giggle again although of course, I’m not scandalized at all. If only Chrissy knew what her dad and I do in bed. We’re not just doing pussy to mouth, but we’re doing ass to mouth too. Yes, I let Hunter pound my behind and then he puts his cock between my lips and I slurp it all down. Dirty? Yes, but also deliciously sinful, and I come like a rocket every time.
Now, Hunter’s coming over and I’ve changed out of my Frosty Freeze uniform and into something nicer for my man. I’m wearing a white floral-print dress with a red sash that ties around the waist. But unlike most dresses, this one doesn’t zip up in back. Instead, it buttons up using gorgeous exposed fabric buttons. It was a bitch getting them done up, but fortunately, I was able to manage it.
Besides, I like dressing up for my man. It’s probably silly to wear a fancy outfit while lounging around my apartment, but I’m excited to see my man. I have the fire place going as a special touch, and the orange and yellow flames flicker soothingly as I settle on the couch, book in hand. There’s only half an hour before my boyfriend arrives, but my eyes grow heavy from the warmth and snug surroundings. Then again, I suppose it makes sense because Hunter’s been keeping me up late with our nightly shenanigans. Not that I am complaining, but maybe I could catnap a bit. Just for a second. In fact, I’m so tired that it doesn’t take long before I feel sleep pulling me under its dark waves.
Bam!
I jump, nearly falling off the couch, startled.
“What the hell?”
Quickly, I get up, righting myself, but then I see it’s just Hunter at the door. He has a key to my place and I smile with delight.
“Hey, why’d you bang the door open?” I yawn lazily, stretching my arms over my head. “You woke me up!”
His usually sapphire gaze is like onyx as he takes in my heaving breasts, but when his eyes drag up to mine, I physically pull back from the hatred there. What? Why is he staring holes through me?
“Hunter, what’s going on?” I ask in a hesitant voice. “Is something wrong?”
The alpha male moves towards me with purpose, but for the first time I cower away, physically afraid for my safety. Something is very wrong.
“Hunter, please, you’re scaring me. Did something happen?”
The handsome doctor doesn’t answer. Instead, his face twisted with rage, he barks, “Get up!”
Hunter’s never talked to me in a voice like this before and I make to protest, but those blue eyes burn like hot ice.
“I won’t say it again,” he hisses. “Get up!”
Slowly, I stand from the couch. My knees are wobbly and cold chills run down my spine. I’m unsure what to expect, but then my man strides forward and spins me around before gripping the back of my dress and yanking, splitting the material in two. Buttons fly all over the floor as the fabric parts, leaving my back creamy and exposed.
At first, I think we’re just having rough sex because we’ve done that before. Maybe some primal need hit him on the way here and he has to have me stat, but when I peer over my shoulder into his eyes, there’s no desire there. His gaze is filled with a cold rage that sends chills down my spine.
“Hunter, what’s going on?” I demand. “What the hell?”
But his expression is vengeful, and his lips literally pull back like rubber bands while he bares his teeth.
“It was you,” he hisses.
“What are you talking about?”
Hunter doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs the material of my dress again before ripping it into shreds and practically yanking it off my body. Then he spins me around, pushing me over onto the armrest of the couch so that I’m face first in the cushions, and harshly runs his hand over the tattoo at the small of my back like he’s trying to rub it away.
“I can’t fucking believe it. You’re just like her,” he rages.
“Who? Hunter, what are you talking about?”
He spins me back around and pins me with his angry glare.
“Just like Geneva.”
My mouth drops open.
“I’m nothing like your ex. What are you talking about? You aren’t making any sense.”
