AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I bit back the tears.
“No, Hunter, you don’t get it: I don’t have a choice. Whatever comes, whatever happens, it’s going to be you. It was always going to be you. Wherever you go, whatever you do… I always want to be by your side. No matter what.”
Hunter swallowed. I could see how his jaw set, how his iron defense was beginning to rust. He didn’t want to do this, and that only encouraged me further.
“Sarah…”
“No, you listen to me. You need me. Do you know why? Do you understand why?”
He shook his head softly.
“Because you’re a great, big block of ice.”
He smiled, shaking his head again. “A block of ice, huh? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
I grinned back. “You have this icy wall around you, Hunter, keeping everything out – everything but me. But if you throw me away then you won’t have anything to warm you. Like a shifting glacier, you’re going to carve your way through the world… but what happens if you drift the wrong way?”
“I don’t understand.”
“You need me to keep you on the straight and narrow,” I told him. “You need someone like me who understands you – someone you can depend on to keep you on track.”
“You’re not very good at metaphors,” he grinned. “You think I’ll stiffen up and descend into the world of drugs and whores, huh?”
“It’s inevitable,” I answered. “Surrounded by that, without any good little angels on your shoulder to keep you safe…”
“And is that what you are?” He asked wistfully, gazing upon me with reflective, thoughtful eyes. “My good little angel?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
“You know what I think?” he said, taking a step toward me menacingly. I backed away until I felt my shoulder blades pressing against the wall. “I think you’re the addict…”
“I don’t do drugs,” I whispered back.
“I’m not talking about drugs,” he said, moving in closer. “You’re addicted to the things I do to you, princess… You’re willing to throw everything away to get another ride on my dick.”
Hunter shook his head. “If you’re my angel… I’m your devil. I can’t let you join me in this life. This world isn’t for you, Sarah. I have to do this alone.”
“Do you really believe that?” I asked, my fingers lighting across his shoulder. I could feel his warmth, even through the black leather. Hunter always put off a lot of heat.
“The longer we speak, the less I do,” he admitted. “But I can’t let you make that kind of decision.”
“I’m eighteen, and that means I’m old enough to make my own damn choices,” I replied, staring up into his eyes with whatever hellfire I could muster.
“The last thing you need is a bad boy,” he murmured, his fingers under my chin again. I could see the inhuman restraint in his eyes; he was wrapping his soul in chains to keep himself from separating the layers from between us.
“You’re wrong, Hunter” I told him, a little kinder. My eyes were still firmly locked onto his, underlining the point as strongly as I could. His restraint visibly and completely collapsed with my next six words.
“I’ll always need a bad boy…”
Chapter 40
There was no gentleness in what we did then – only furious, crippling need. We were doused in kerosene, and the burning embers in our hearts were ready to set us ablaze.
And ignite we did.
Our clothes were an afterthought, a barrier, a feeble obstacle to our needs. His rough hands shredded, tearing fabric and spraying buttons across the floor. My needful hands stripped him of his leathers, casting the tough material to the carpet beneath us.
Without the leather covering his chest, he was my Hunter once more – strong, defiant, and as loving as ever.
The center of the private room was a rounded sofa that receded into the floor. Hunter pushed me down to this surface and followed with the full intensity of his lust.
His lips found my neck – aching, tasting me, pressed against my throat with the kind of desperation only our love could muster. Hunter’s presence was equal parts hunger and compassion. He was willing to bend me, willing to bruise me, but never willing to break me.
Rough hands clasped over my shoulders, pushing me down further. I was forced from the couch and down onto my knees as Hunter spread his ankles across the floor, still wearing his jeans and the biker boots.
“You know what I want,” he murmured, his fingers intertwining into my hair. “Don’t keep me waiting…”
The lust lacing his voice only pushed me onward, and I eagerly met his request. Stripped down to just my bra and panties I got comfortable on my knees, unzipping his pants and tugging the black denim down his hips.
That familiar cock sprung to life in an instance, bouncing into view.
Already, I could see a twinkle of precum, beaded at the tip of his scepter. My mouth watered, savoring the gift as I descended, licking it gently from the slit before engulfing his thick rod with my warm mouth.
“Oh fuck, Sarah…” Hunter murmured with groaned passion, his fingers threading deeper into my hair. “You don’t know how bad I needed this…”
It had been awhile since the last time I’d been able to meet up with Hunter like this. Half the police force had it out for the guy who was “corrupting” the Sheriff’s daughter, and I’d been practically on house arrest for months now…
None of that mattered… We were together now.
Hunter’s patience began to wear thin. I always loved teasing him, dragging my tongue slowly, gradually up his rod, flicking the sensitive glans to spur him towards the edge, but never far enough to seal the deal…
He took over, his palms guiding me down his cock harder, faster, the fingers catching in my hair and pulling me back up with each stroke. His hips began thrusting to meet my lips, driving the force of his passion deeper into my mouth, closer towards my throat…
I pulled myself free, stifling a gag. A trail of saliva connected my lips to the pool that dripped down his thick, huge cock. I wiped my lips with the back of my wrist, my eyes slightly teary from the force of his love, and I coughed.
“Too deep?” He chuckled.
“I told you I can’t handle that,” I smiled faintly. “You’ve gotta let me go my own speed, Hunter…”
“Something comes over me when you’ve got those pretty lips wrapped around my thick cock,” Hunter grinned back, giving a slight wave to his massive erection. It stood at full mast, coated in my fluids, although I expected to add to them soon enough…
But not immediately, given how Hunter pulled me from my knees, and drew me into a heavy, fulfilling kiss.
Before I knew what was happening, he unclipped my bra and set my breasts free. Instinctively, I lifted my wrists to cover them, but he quickly put a stop to that, lifting my arms above my head with one sturdy hand. We dropped onto the couch, falling into the soft comfortable velvet…
I could see his pants still around his knees, and I tried to fight his grip to pull them free, but he wasn’t having any of that yet.
Hunter’s lips descended upon a perky nipple, flicking the delicate nub with his tongue. I felt little bursts of pleasure with his touch as he suckled the nip, taking it between his teeth and tugging – somewhere between a playful pull and a sting, in just the sweet spot I loved.
My whole body shook with desire. His teeth grew bolder as he gave into his lust, leaving bites along my chest, up to my neck, marking my skin with evidence of his hunger.
“Not too hard, Hunter… I can’t let Dad see…”
“Fuck that,” he murmured lustfully, tossing me down to the couch and kicking his boots and jeans free. He descended down upon me again, going straight for my neck, clamping his teeth into the soft flesh and sucking my skin with indomitable lust.
“Oh god…” I murmured, my hands moving to push him away, only to cradle his head against my throat instead. “God, Hunter…”
He repositioned his lips downward, sucking against my collarbone. I let him continue, peppering a trail of love bites and hickeys across my skin, caring less and less how visible they were.
I felt his thumbs hook between my drenched panties and my sensitive skin. As his trail of biting kisses pressed further down my body, he roughly drew them down my thighs and over my kneecaps.
“No, don’t rip them,” I murmured as I noticed him tugging them harder. I arched my legs up to help him free me from my last layer of clothing. “I like these…”
“If you say so,” he said softly, slipping them off of my ankles and casting them aside.
We were completely bare, and I reached down to his shoulders to guide him. My hungry, quivering pussy was slick with need – I needed him inside, and I needed him inside now.
Instead of following my lead, he merely pushed me back further into the circular sofa, burying a finger between my thighs.
“Oh god,” I moaned again, one hand gripping the sofa firmly while the other clasped its fingernails into the shoulder of that arm. “Hunter… I’m ready for you…”
“Oh, I know,” he retorted smugly, his grin widening as he watched me squirm. “But there’s no need to go straight for that, now, is there? Plenty of time to wind you up…”
