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“I don’t care,” I reply stubbornly. Now that the thought has entered my mind, I can’t get it out. I reach for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his thick length. He’s hard, giving away the fact that, even if he doesn’t want to admit it, he likes the idea of taking me hard and rough.
He hisses when I squeeze him. “You love me, Hunter. I know how much. I know you’d do anything for me and you hate to see me hurt. All of those things, I feel for you too. Manhandling me, forcing me to submit, taking me without control won’t change that.” I stare up at him imploringly. “Please. This is what I want. What I need from you right now.”
I’m wearing him down. I can see it in the indecision in his eyes, the naked need he can’t hide, but he still holds back.
“I can’t,” he says quietly. “I’ve hurt you too much already. You’re not in the right frame of mind to know what you’re asking.”
I rub my thumb across the tip of his cock, smearing a small drop of pre-cum. He hisses, baring his teeth.
“Idoknow what I’m asking.” I push up on my elbows and slide my body down the few inches I need so he’s poised at my entrance. “This isn’t out of the blue,” I tell him. “I wanted this before I knew about Scarlett. I’ve just been too afraid to ask for it. I want you to leave bruises on my hips and thighs from grabbing me so hard. I want to be sore between my legs from your forceful thrusts. I want the bite of pain from you gripping my hair as you fuck my mouth. I want your hand around my throat, squeezing so hard that I struggle to breathe. I want to feel you in every hole I have. I want you to need me so badly that you can’t wait, so you take me no matter where we are. I want you mindless with lust and desperate enough to give me those things, not only because I want you to give them to me, but becauseyouwant me to have them.”
“Fuck,” he growls a mere second before he smashes his lips to mine.
I moan into his mouth, desire ravaging me like a category five hurricane. My mind spirals, pushing away the unwanted images of a past too painful to remember and replacing them with Hunter. A husband who has put up with way too much shit from me. It may be shit he’s willing to deal with, but it’s not something I want to put him through anymore. He’s hurt too much because of me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and the moment my feet lock together at the small of his back, he forcefully thrusts his hips forward. The impact of suddenly being full is deliciously painful.
A loud cry escapes me, and I dig my fingers into his biceps. Hunter stops with his hips pressed against the back of my thighs.
“Shit, baby. I’m sorry,” he groans.
“Don’t you dare apologize, Hunter St. James,” I tell him heatedly, lifting my hips to show him I want more. “I want all of you. Every dirty and twisted part. Now take me,” I squeeze my inner muscles, “and show me I’m yours in every single way.”
He growls, the deep and guttural sound making my pussy gush around his cock. He hikes one leg up on his waist and wraps his other arm around my back from underneath so his hand is curled around my shoulder. His firm grip keeps me in place as he pulls back his hips and slams forward. Our chests remain pressed together, only his hips moving. With every forceful move he makes forward, I lose my breath.
This is what I wanted. The unhinged version of Hunter.
His face falls forward and his lips meet the spot between my neck and shoulder. His lips are sweet and gentle for all of two seconds before they latch onto the skin and he takes a bite. The sting is almost too much, just on this side of pain, but I lap it up.
He lets go, his tongue licking the spot before he moves his mouth to my ear. “Is this what you wanted, baby? Taking you like an animal? Needing you so fucking much I can’t control what I do to you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, arching my back. “Give me more.”
“Goddamn it, Cat.” He picks up speed, his hips hitting the back of my thighs with enough force that I should have bruises later. I look forward to seeing them.
Hunter’s deep groans and my loud cries of pleasure are mixed with the bed banging against the wall and the sound of flesh slapping together. Our sweat-slick bodies slide together.
Suddenly, Hunter’s warmth is gone as he pulls away from me. Before I can protest, he’s off the bed and pulling me with him. Picking me up as if I weigh nothing, my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. When the tip of his cock meets my entrance, and I slide down his shaft, my mouth drops open and my eyes roll back. With my weight coming into play in this new position, he hits deeper.
“Oh, God, Hunter,” I moan.
I tighten my legs around him, and with the help of his strong arms, I lift up until just the tip is left inside and then impale myself again. He feels deliriously good.
I’ve never had complaints about the way Hunter has taken me. Our sex life has been incredible, and if we ever only have sex the way we have in the past, I would be perfectly fine with it. But this,dear Jesus, is divine.
From the look in his beautiful green eyes and the tense lines around his mouth, it’s clear just how much he’s enjoying this too. My mouth drops to his, taking his lips in a kiss not intended for lovemaking, but for pure raw fucking. My breasts scrape against the coarse hairs on his chest as he lifts and drops me up and down his cock.
The telltale sign of my impending orgasm hits me hard and fast, but I’m not ready yet. There’s something I want to try first. It’s something I’ve been curious about, especially since Hunter told me about Scarlett.
Sliding my fingers through Hunter’s hair, I grip the strands and move my mouth to his ear. “Fuck my ass,” I pant.
With him fully inside me, he jerks to a halt and pulls his head back to see my face. My eyes show him how much I want him to do this. It’s not just a want, it’s a deep-seated need.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” his deep voice rumbles.
“Sometimes a little pain can feel good.”
“And sometimes it can do irreparable damage,” he retorts.
