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I moan, kicking my legs out in a futile attempt to wrestle out of his arms. I arch my back against him, totally consumed by my desire. I don’t even have to reach a hand down to know how wet I am. I can feel my arousal slicking my thighs, my pussy throbbing for his attention. His strong hands squeeze my breasts as he sucks a hard mark against my skin.

“Fuck,” I hiss, delirious. I gasp with pleasure when his other hand slithers down to palm between my legs, the friction against my clit just enough to have me seeing stars. “S-sir, I’m going to come.”

“Already?” He sounds so arrogant and pleased. “My, my. What a naughty girl you are. I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.”

His grip on me loosens. I suspect it’s because he wants to continue our little game of tag. When I manage to slip away, I sprint down the hall toward his bedroom. I don’t get very far, though, because before I know it, Hunter’s behind me again. I stumble on the luxurious Persian rug and go tumbling, falling to my knees on the floor.

Hunter’s on top of me, showering me in ravenous kisses. I’ve never seen his eyes so dark. He has pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, his cock grinding up against my core with an ever-growing need.

“You shouldn’t tease me like this, kitten. We won’t make it to the bedroom otherwise.”

“Then do it here,” I tell him, shaking with want. “Fuck me right here, sir.”

He moves with impressive speed, reaching between us to unbuckle his belt, pull down his zipper. When he reaches beneath my skirt to pull off my underwear, he freezes.

“You’re not wearing anything today?” he rasps.

I shake my head, aching for his touch. “Just in case you wanted to fuck me over your desk,” I tell him, breathless. “Thought I’d save you the time.”

“Fucking Christ,” he hisses, pulling his cock free. “Stay here. Don’t move a muscle. I’m going to get a—”

“No.”

“No?”

“Please, sir. I want your cock inside me so bad. I don’t want anything to separate us. I started taking birth control because I want you to fill me up.” I grind my hips against him, rubbing my folds against the underside of his bare shaft. “Fuck me, sir. Fuck me like you own me.”

Thesoundhe makes. A growl, a roar. He can’t take it any longer and neither can I.

Hunter thrusts his cock into me, splitting me in two. I’m so wet that he slides right in, plunging deep into my pussy. He fucks me roughly, the wet slap of our bodies music in my ears. He claims my mouth with an overwhelming ferocity; every muscle in my body is on fire. Every single one of his thrusts drives a gasp, a whimper, a moan from my lungs.

“Oh, I’m going to fill you up alright. This pretty little pussy is only for me, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir! It’s all yours.”

I feel my walls fluttering around him. I’m hurtling toward the edge at breakneck speed with no hope of slowing down. My fingers itch to touch him, to comb through his hair or drag down his back, but he’s pinned me right where he wants me. His weight on top of me borders on crushing, but he never actually crushes me. Even though Hunter likes to give it rough, he never actually hurts me. Everything he does is with so much care and attention. He knows how to roll his hips so that the head of his cock sweeps over my sweet spot. He knows I like it when he pinches my nipples. He knows just what to say to send goosebumps racing over my skin.

“My girl’s getting so nice and tight,” he grunts against my cheek. “Do you want to come, baby?”

“I want to come, sir.” I barely recognize the sound of my own voice. It drips with desperation. “I want to come. Please, let me come.”

“You can come in five seconds, but not a moment before.”

“Sir,please—”

“Five.”

“God, you’re so big, I’m gonna—”

“Four. Just a little longer.”

“I don’t think I can hold on.”

“Three. Be a good girl, Eden. Only good girls get to come.”

“Oh,God.”

“Two.”

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