Page 14 of Falling for Autumn


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Damn girl, calm down.

As if he heard my inner pleas, Hunter started to lift my shirt. Cool air hit my exposed skin and the hungry look in his eyes only made me want him more. He expertly took off my bra, giving a small grunt of appreciation before he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. He teased me with a mix of nibbles and soothing flicks of his tongue before moving onto the other.

His calloused fingers teased over my exposed abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I felt like I was so tightly wound I’d spontaneously orgasm any second and embarrass myself, the slick between my thighs already perking up in response to the alpha.

As my hands pushed Hunter’s shirt up, I realized that his cockiness was definitely justified. His six pack was sculpted to perfection. Pushing him away, I maneuvered us so he was laying on the bed and I was straddling him.

He got points in my book for letting me manhandle him how I wanted.

“This is nice,” he teased, hands kneading my breasts as he grinned up at me like he won the lottery. And damn if that didn’t do things to my own ego. “But you’re wearing far too much.”

“I could say the same,” I grunted as I tried to lift his shirt off, but I couldn’t stretch far enough. He chuckled and took pity on me, pulling it off and tossing it aside. “Damn.”

“You like what you see?” he asked, shifting me off of him. “Just wait.”

I barely held back my eye roll but it was only because my eyes were too busy watching him shimmy out of his tight fitting jeans.

When he pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock, I couldn’t help but lick my lips. He was long and thick enough that I knew this was about to be amazing. I didn’t hesitate to lean over him, my tongue darting out to tease the tip before swirling around the head.

Hunter groaned and reclined back, but his eyes never stopped watching.

He tasted so good on my tongue, and I knew then and there that one taste of him wouldn’t satisfy me.

“No biting. No knots,” I said, pulling off him slightly before we both were too lust drunk to think properly.

“Just fun,” he promised.

Wrapping my fingers around his base, I used my hand as a guide as I fully took him into my mouth. When I hollowed my cheeks and gave him everything I had, my lips almost kissing the base of his knot, his moans reached new levels.

I’d always been a pleaser, and hearing his praise and groans of pleasure did me in, my own need and perfume rising to the surface.

“Sweetheart, you have to stop,” he drawled, breathless and disheveled and looking like an Adonis in his own right.

He didn’t give me the chance to get my bearings before he had me flipped on my back. My jeans were ripped away in moments, my lacy panties along with it. Hunter froze at the sight of me, letting his eyes rove over me excruciatingly slow and I swore I could feel his gaze like a caress. He brought my discarded panties to his nose and breathed in the scent of my slick.

“Are you just going to stare or are you actually going to do something about it, sheriff?”

“Oh, I’m going to do something about it all right, beautiful. But before I have you coming on my cock I need to taste you on my tongue,” he said, giving me one last long look before he dove between my thighs.

The man did nothing in halves, devouring me with the same attention he’d shown me since I’d met him. He licked a full wet stripe up my slit, a muffled curse against my sex before he began to get to work.

“Hunter!” I screamed, my hands finding his short hair and holding him to me as he slid two fingers inside me, curling at just the right angle as his tongue sucked and swirled around my clit, humming like my slick was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

Over and over he fucked me, pulling moan after moan from me until my thighs clamped around his head.

A purr rumbled from him, vibrating against my sex and pushing me over the edge as I clenched around his fingers, pleasure washing over me as my body grew hot and burned brighter.

If that’s what it felt like to come on his tongue, then holy pumpkin pie, I wanted to know what it felt like to come on his cock.

“Don’t worry, omega, you’ll know soon enough,” he said with a laugh, pulling away, his face glistening with my slick. “If you’re talking about pie though, you may want to figure out how to bake something that smells and tastes just like you, you’d be sure to win that contest then.”

For fuck’s sake, had I said that out loud?

“Still are, sweetheart. It’s doing wonders for this big ego of mine,” he said, his hard cock pressing hotly against my thigh.

Reaching behind me I grabbed a pillow and chucked it at his cocky little face.

“Get that ego of yours inside me before I combust,” I said with a growl.

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