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He was wrong. She thought of the blood that had covered her arms when he’d collapsed in front of her. She did have some idea just how scared he’d been.
Thinking of that moment and then having him, hot and alive and demanding in her arms— Suddenly her need to have him was all consuming. Her core throbbed with needing it. Needing him. Needing to be filled.
Her hands scrabbled down to his belt. A second later, she was pulling his cock out. He was hot and hard in her hand. She squeezed him and he jerked in her fingers.
Oh God, that giant cock of his. She wanted to lick it and nip it and tease it, but even more, she wanted it inside her.
“Christ,” he swore, his hands just as frantic to pull down her jeans and underwear. She lifted her butt so he could yank them down her thighs and off her feet.
As soon as she was free, Hunter pushed her legs open wide and positioned his cock at her pussy. He didn’t even hesitate a second before shoving in. There were no sweet words. No preparation. He just speared her against the car seat.
Isobel moaned and threw a hand up against the back window. If anyone was driving by, if anybody saw them— But the next moment she couldn’t care because oh God, he felt so good inside her.
“Harder,” she commanded, shoving her pelvis up toward him as soon as he pulled back.
“Baby,” was all he said before thrusting into her so hard his balls slapped her pussy.
“Yes,” she cried out. “More. Fuck me harder. Hunter, I need it. I need you so bad. You don’t know. You don’t know.”
She kept saying it over and over because he didn’t know—couldn’t know. How bad she needed this from him. After such a run of shit luck in her life and then to have almost lost him, too? She needed him to make love to her so hard that he fucking ma
rked her. So that it felt real. With him fully aware of who was underneath him.
Maybe he felt a little of what she was feeling. Because the next thing she knew, he pulled out and then lifted her by her waist so that she was spread out beneath him on the long bench seat.
His eyes were dark and almost feral as he looked down from above her. Mr. Nice Guy Veterinarian that everyone else thought they knew had left the building. Or the truck, as it were. Instead here was a man who excited Isobel more than any other ever had before.
“I’m going to take every one of your holes until you know who you belong to. You’re fucking mine.”
Her nostrils flared at that. Okay, she couldn’t decide if that was the hottest thing she’d ever heard or the most chauvinistic, but him dropping to an awkward perch on the floorboard and starting to eat her out was definitely winning him brownie points toward the hottest lover of the year award. Or you know, the century.
“Oh shit,” she couldn’t help cursing, dropping her hand and winding it in one of the seatbelts. Hunter had latched on her clit and that plus the sight of his dark head buried in her pussy—
Oh God, oh God, yes. Don’t stop. Never stop. Never, ever, ever—
The hand not twisted in the seatbelts dropped to his head and she shamelessly thrust her pelvis into his face as her climax hit. One pulse of heat, then two. And she held it, that fucking perfect explosion of everything, the center of light and heat and—
When she finally sagged back against the seat, Hunter was moving, scrambling in the cramped space.
“Goddamn, I love it when you fuck my face like that. Do you know how crazy you make me? My dick is hard as fucking iron. I’m always having to hide stiffies around you. Not anymore.”
He slid her even further down the seat and shoved her shirt up. Then he yanked down her bra to expose her breasts. “That’s right,” he hissed out. “Love those beautiful titties of yours.”
He leaned forward and rubbed his cock in the valley between her breasts. Then he massaged and pressed her breasts together until her cleavage made a tight channel around his cock.
He thrust back and forth several times. Seeing his cock jump toward her face from between her breasts—God, why was that so freaking hot? Even though she’d just come, the sight of him using her body for his pleasure like that, holy shit.
She stuck out her tongue to lick the slit of his cock the next time he thrust forward through her breasts and his whole body jolted.
“Christ, I need your mouth, Bel. I need every inch of you.” He shifted so that his cock was right at her mouth. He grabbed it and rubbed it back and forth over her lips, teasing her.
“Tell me you want it.” His voice was so low and gruff and full of lust that Isobel would swear she almost spontaneously orgasmed on the spot.
In answer, she dropped her mouth open wide and sucked him inside.
“Shiiiit,” he swore as his hips jackhammered forward, almost like he couldn’t stop himself. Isobel didn’t mind. She loved him like this. Unrestrained. Free in a way he could only be with her. Completely real.
She swallowed around him and he swore. He grabbed her head, but instead of using it to shove deeper down her throat, he stroked her hair. “Fuck baby, that’s so good. Do you know how good that is? Christ your throat’s like a vise. I just want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.”
