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His tongue replaced his fingers, and it was like I was struck by lightning. The contact made me buck. Could pleasure kill someone? Because I could barely breathe. He was so skilled, making love with his mouth, touching all the right places. I never knew it could be like this. He devoured me, sucking, and biting, and stroking my clit until my thighs started shaking and I came in his mouth.
“You taste so good, kitten. You’re the best thing that has ever touched my tongue.”
“You have the best tongue that has ever touched my pussy.”
I didn’t get time to recover from the orgasm because he took my hands and gathered them behind my back.
“Time for a fuck. Ready?”
“Yes!”
He slammed inside me with one strong move and I pressed my butt against him, trying to push his cock as deep as possible. I needed this. Every time he looked at me with those dusky blue eyes, I could see the hunger there and it made me melt. I was never so eager to fall on my knees and have a man taking me hard from behind, but now I had my face pressed to a coffee table, I was spread out like a buffet, and Hunter was moving his hips with an alert rhythm. With every thrust, small noises escaped my lips—small whimpers of pleasure mixed with his name.
“Jesus,” he roared. “You are so tight. You are so good, Amelia.”
“Harder,” I breathed out and he listen to my request. The pleasure was building fast in my core and I tried to stop it because I needed this to last just a little longer. My body wasn’t ready to let go, but the ruthless orgasm sneaked under my skin anyway. It exploded in rays of colors and pulsations that made my lungs close up and my thighs shake.
I grabbed onto the wood of the table and left scratch marks while Hunter rode me through my orgasm, saying things about my body that made me sink even deeper into the abyss.
“You’re making me come so hard, kitten.” The fact that I was doing that to him was satisfying me beyond the orgasm.
Through the thick fog of pleasure, my mind succeeded in sending me some rational thoughts.
“No!”
“What.”
“Hunter, I’m not on the pill.”
I’d never needed the pill because Jackson traveled a lot and a little part of me never completely trusted him, so I insisted on always having a condom. Last night Hunter had one, so I had no reason to worry, but now he was taking me bare. This was the first time a man ever did that.
“Fuck,” he cursed and at the last minute he pulled out and spilled himself on my ass. We were both breathing hard and I wasn’t ready to get on my feet, my body was too weak, but Hunter was already on the move. He went to the bathroom, found my make-up removing wipes and used them to clean me of any trace of his orgasm.
“Thank you,” I said, finally getting off the table and looking at him.
His face was blank again.
“How reckless are you to venture in a sexual relationship with a man without contraceptive protection?”
Wow, so this is how it was going to be. Ok.
“I don’t think it’s entirely fair to put the blame on me for something we’re both doing, Mr. Knox, but again, that’s what men do.”
“Excuse me,Miss Hart?”
“You could have worn a condom,Mr. Knox.” I forced his name out of my mouth through my teeth.
“I know that!” He looked frustrated while he walked around and ran a hand through his thick hair. “I was…I always have protection. I wanted you so fucking bad, I forgot.”
“I understand, but don’t try to put me down for something webothdid. It’s insulting.” I shrugged. “And a little sexist.”
Hunter’s mouth fell open.
“Sexist?”
“I said a little.”
“I apologize, Miss Hart, for the mismanagement of our intercourse and mysexistaccusations.”
