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“Can you feel it, babe? Let go. Let go,” he says, kissing me hard, his pelvic bone making contact with my clit.
It’s so tight, so dirty the way that piercing glides against my walls. My inner muscles stretch around him, milking, chasing my orgasm. He pushes into me, over and over until my eyes roll into the back of my head. I hold my breath as the burning sensation washes over me, and I come, screaming his name.
He thrusts again, swearing until he finds his own release, and in that moment, I know I’m falling for every broken part of him. Shouting my name, he collapses on top of me.
I push his drenched dark hair out of his eyes. He kisses my shoulder and pulls out. I turn and caress his cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear. His eyelids seem heavy as he tries to catch his breath, his chest heaving. Leaning into my touch, he smiles when I lay my hand on his chest.
“I’ll be right back,” his voice low and husky. Kissing my forehead he sits up and takes off the condom, ties it, and walks gloriously naked to the bathroom.
After he flushes the toilet, he comes back and lies next to me. Craving his strong body I turn to him, and drape my leg over his stomach, resting my breasts against his tattooed chest.
He kisses my forehead, and I can’t help it when tears start to fall from under my closed lids, because I’m falling for him harder than I ever thought I could.
“Hey?” His eyes roam over my face and body. “Did I hurt you, was I too rough?”
I shake my head, staring into his ice blue eyes. His calloused thumb wipes away the moisture.
“No. You made me feel, Hunter,” I whisper.
“Feel?” he asks, an adorable crease appearing between his brows.
“Something I never experienced before.” I kiss him and he leans into me.
When we come up for air, he frowns. “Are you okay, Shorty?”
“I am now,” I tell him, laying my head in the crook of his neck, licking the place where I feel his pulse.
He shivers, and presses his lips to my temple.
“How did I get so fucking lucky,” he asks, searching my eyes for something I’m afraid to give him. Because once I do there is no going back, for either of us.
“How about a round two to make you feel really lucky?” I ask, feeling bold. His body shudders and he laughs before he disappears under the sheet, grinning mischievously.
Hunter
Watching her sleep, I trace my fingers over her breasts, her face, her spine, every soft curve.
My dick twitches from the connection. I imagine her bucking under me while I pound into her from behind, screaming my name in pleasure as I ram into her tight pussy. Christ, all the things I’d like to do to her flash before my eyes like a porn movie. I want to lick her until my face is wet with her juices. I want my fingers to plunge into her one by one, to rub her clit with my thumb until she shatters. Fuck, I even imagine my dick disappearing into her tight asshole, owning her, fucking her raw until she’s begging me to let her come.
Christ, what the hell are we doing? I sit back against the headboard. I don’t know where this is going, but I do know I want this girl for all she is, hoping she takes all I have to give her. Even if it’s fucking little.
Sky’s eyes flutter open. Her hair is all tangled, and looks well fucked. She makes my dick hard just from looking at her.
“Want something to drink?” I ask, leaning over to kiss her forehead. My lips linger while I breathe in her scent. I can smell myself on her and I love it.
“Yes, please,” she whispers, turning onto her stomach, the sheets covering her naked body.
I grab a glass of water from the kitchen. She takes it from me and starts to drink. Her eyes never leave mine. She sets the cup on my nightstand and I jump back into bed, pulling her against me. She lays her head on my chest and I grab her hand and kiss her palm, tracing the lines. Fuck, she’s so small and almost fragile.
There are bruises on the inside of her arms. I frown, staring at them.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.
I trace the purple marks on her body. “What happened there?”
“Nothing,” she answers, her fingers trailing over the tattoos on my chest, and the red angry scar on my lower abdomen. I know she is keeping secrets from me. Most of the time, it’s the other way around with the chicks I fuck. But with them, I’m already out the door before they ask me to stay.
My fingers skim her bruises, and I don’t care how long it will take for her to let me in. I’ll wait, because for the first time in my life, I want to stay.
