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“So pretty,” he murmured as he leaned down and pinched her nipple.
When she arched off the bed and buried her fingers deeper, Hunter groaned. Her hips moved back and forth in a rhythm that had his cock dripping with pre-come. As she cupped her free hand over one round breast, plucked and tugged at her own nipple, Hunter’s control snapped. He dropped the camera on the bed and leaned down. Jeanette’s eyes widened, fingers stilled.
Planting both hands on either side of her head, he snarled, “You win. I’m putty in your hands, sweetness.”
He touched the inside of her thigh, smoothing his hand toward the tempting wet center he ached to sink into. The staccato of Hunter’s heartbeat nearly drowned out all else.
“Hunter, I want to watch you touch your cock a little more.” The throaty purr in her voice tore down shields he’d thought impenetrable around his heart.
Hunter kissed her. “The show’s over,” he whispered against the satin of her lips. “I need to feel your body hugging my cock.”
“Just once more? Pretty please?”
Yeah, like a man could say no to such a plea. “Fuck, you really like watching, huh?”
“I like watching you. You’re so big, so hard. It’s exciting to see your fist wrapped so tight around your cock.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetness.” Hunter crawled onto the bed and sat back on his haunches, then wrapped a tight fist around his heavy length. He pumped, slowly, up and down, intrigued when Jeanette’s eyes grew dark with passion. Her lips parted and her small pink tongue darted out, licking, as if imagining his taste. He watched the movement, sensing that tentative stroke on his cock.
“Is this what you like?” he asked. Jeanette’s eager nod sent a jolt of possessive heat through his body. He swiped his thumb over the pre-come at the bulbous tip, then brought it to her lips. “Lick it, pretty baby.”
She never hesitated. Jeanette wrapped her hand around his, holding his finger still, then her tongue darted out and licked the sticky fluid. Hunter lost it. Her soft tongue. Her wild little whimpers. It was all too damn much.
“Come for me now. I can’t wait much longer to have you.”
Jeanette flicked a finger over her clit once before pinching the little bit of flesh. Riveted to the carnal display, Hunter gripped her thighs and spread her wider until he could see all of her. Wet, swollen lips and the tight pucker of her anus. Damn, what a view. First he was going to fill her cunt with the width of his cock. She would be tight. If he didn’t go insane from the pleasure of it, he planned to take her from behind, fuck the hot little ass he’d dreamed about.
Two slim fingers dipped inside her cunt, once, twice, only to slip free and toy with the little bundle of nerves all over again.
Hunter absorbed the sounds of her hoarse cries and whimpers. Suddenly she threw her head back and bucked off the bed, wildly, screaming his name over and over again as she came. Watching Jeanette take her own pleasure would forever be etched into his heart and soul.
Not giving her a chance to come down from the high, Hunter reached over and pulled out a drawer on his nightstand. He grabbed the box of condoms he kept there and tore at it. Jeanette’s eyes darted open. Snaring her gaze with his own, Hunter ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom down his cock.
Poised at the entrance, he held himself still, mesmerized by Jeanette’s tender, innocent gaze eating him up. When her hands moved to wrap around his forearms, the fine-boned fingers tore through his lust-driven brain as nothing else could.
He cupped her cheek and murmured, “You’ve been in my head for months, but I’m not going to hurt you, baby.”
Jeanette released his arms to press a palm on his chest, her fingers curling in his chest hair. “I’ve been hungry for you, Hunter. I haven’t been with anyone since you started to come to my coffee shop. I only wanted you.”
The quietly whispered admission pleased him, too damn much, but it was the heat and emotion behind them that made mincemeat of his heart. Hell, if she had any idea how easily she could crush him. For a loner like him, it wasn’t a pleasant thought.
He pushed in an inch, effectively disintegrating all thought. “We can’t have you hungry, now can we, sweetness?”
“No, we can’t.”
9
The head of Hunter’s cock stretched her tender tissues, but he took his time, as if afraid she’d break if he pushed too hard. Jeanette needed to tell him she wouldn’t break.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and nudged him to move faster. “Hunter, you’re killing me.”
He leaned over her, a muscle in his jaw jumping wildly with the control he continued to maintain. “You’re so goddamn tight, little love. Too fast and I could hurt you.”
“I’m not so fragile, please,” she pleaded, beyond ready to be filled by her dark, mysterious lover.
She couldn’t look away from the tender affection so clear in his expression. There was a darkness in Hunter, a savage predator, but he seemed intent on keeping that side of his nature chained. As if she were too delicate to handle the intensity of his passion. The man was an inferno and yet his gentle touch gave nothing of that away. He quite simply fascinated her.
When he took her face in his hands and held her still for his kiss, her insides fluttered. He bit her lower lip, the pleasure-pain zipping straight to her clitoris. As he coaxed her lips apart, their tongues playing, Jeanette wrapped her arms around his head and held him tight, loathe to ever let him go.
