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The moment I stepped in, a light flickered on. The apartment was pleasant. Not high-end by any means, but enough to be comfortable. The layout, I assumed, was over the kitchen of the restaurant. There were two bedrooms with a bathroom in the hall. At the very back was a door. Had to be the master bedroom.
“Mack used to crash here at night, after work. Before Ireland,” Hunter said, before locking the door behind us.
Suddenly I felt nervous. Like as big as the space was, Hunter consumed the area, cornering me. My breath came in soft pants. My heart pounded. The second he kicked off his shoes, he pounced on me. Kissing me in the most aggressive, exciting way. My mind spun with lust as he fisted my hair, holding me in place while he devoured me. He tasted of lime and gin, a heady combo.
I groaned when his hands left my head, and he grabbed my ass, lifting me. My legs automatically went around his hips, and the outline of his cock pressed into the vee of my spread thighs.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get my cock into your cunt, Posey,” he groaned against my lips, and my cheeks flushed from a mix of his blunt words and alcohol.
“Yes, please,” I groaned.
Hunter growled before he put me down, sliding me ever slowly to my feet, so I felt every inch of him and understood how much he wanted me. Once I was steady on my feet, he rested his forehead against mine. “I’m not popping your cherry when we’re both buzzed, Posey.”
I deflated, “Oh. Okay.” I couldn’t keep the disappointment from my voice.
He chuckled. “I want us both to remember your first time.”
My mind might understand, but my body didn’t. My nipples ached, and my panties were damp. I shifted, pressing my thighs together to help ease the throbbing between my legs. I bit back a groan of frustration.
“My baby girl needs to come, doesn’t she?” He muttered against my lips. “Do you want your daddy to make you come?”
A whimper slipped from between my lips.
“Tell me, Baby girl.”
“Hunter, please!” I panted.
He knelt in front of me in a flash. His hazel-green gaze snared my blue ones while his fingertips glided up the outside of my thighs. “Wha—uh—What are you doing?” I let out a shuddered exhale. My knees buckled as the pad of his thumb ghosted over my clit.
Hunter grinned at me. “Giving you head, Baby girl. Aren’t you the one who said you needed it?”Holy shit. “Answer me.” He pressed me backward until my legs hit the lip of the couch. In the next second, I sprawled out like Sunday dinner and pussy was on the menu. Hunter stared at me from between my legs. His fingers danced along my exposed thighs. “Hike up your skirt a little more. Show me my pussy.”
I learned rather quickly I liked the deep rumble of authority in his voice. Doing as he asked, I raised my skirt, exposing my lacy panties to his gaze.
“Fuck me.” He spread my legs wide and pressed kisses to the inside of my thighs before his hot breath teased my sex and he brushed his lips over the hard bead of my clit.
I lifted my hips when he reached for the elastic band of my panties to pull them down. In my books, the guys always rip them off the girls. I’d been grateful he hadn’t. Not that didn’t want him too, but at least in the morning, I wouldn’t have to worry about being bare-assed under my dress.
“I want to see your tits,” he growled, fussing with the tie around holding the dress closed. The lapels gaped open, and the cool air of the apartment kissed my exposed flesh. Then, before I could help him, he had my bra off and my breasts were on display for him.
Hunter’s heated gaze caressed every bit of me, paying particular attention to my breasts. He threw my bra somewhere in the living room, then palmed my tits. Hunter muttered a curse under his breath before rolling my nipples between his fingers. He wasn’t gentle nor rough. The added pressure seemed to have a direct line to my clit, and I sobbed his name, arching into his touch. “Hunter...”
“Your nipples are a pretty pink,” he murmured against my pussy. “I’ve been wondering what color they were.” Hunter opened me up, bracing my feet in the crook of his arms, leaving my cunt on full display for his enjoyment. “The color of your pussy matches.”
He ran his middle finger down my slit and a sexy as fuck sound came from the back of his throat. “Fucking soaked.”
I groaned when his lips touched my clit. His tongue dancing across the ultra-sensitive flesh of my pussy, never settling on one spot. Hunter didn’t keep a rhythm. He floated back and forth. My hips jerked, trying to keep him where I needed him. He laughed roughly against my flesh, causing the vibrations to spread through me.
“You come when I want you to come, Baby girl. Not before.” The warmth of his breath washed over my flesh, causing pleasure to race through me. His mouth covered my vagina, and his tongue pressed into me, fucking me at a frustratingly slow pace. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“Hunter!” I cried. My blunt fingernails dug into his forearms, and my head was back as I begged. “Please.”
His appetite was voracious. Hunter licked, sucked, and nibbled on my cunt, pushing me closer and closer to a release.
“Come for your Daddy.” He lapped at my labia, drinking down my juices while playing with my swollen, throbbing clit, teasing my entrance with his fingers. He braced his forearm across my lower stomach, pressing down, preventing me from rolling my hips. I was trapped. The only thing I could do was give over.
So, I did.
When I came, it was pure bliss.
