Page 30 of Hunter's Baby Girl

“I’m not gonna be able to hold on much longer,” he murmured, so I reluctantly let him slide out of my mouth and frowned, jokingly, up at him.

“Keep up that attitude, and you’ll get yourself a spanking, young lady,” he growled. I giggled as he pushed me back onto the bed. Immediately, his hands were on me, and I abandoned myself to the feelings he stirred in me. I held on to the back of his head as we kissed, deeply, while he pushed my sweater up over my breasts to fondle me. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues dueling.

He stopped kissing me, moving down to replace the hand on my breasts with his mouth. He pulled one bra cup down, then the other, and lavished attention on my nipples. I almost exploded just from the feeling of having my nipples sucked and nibbled, one at a time.

As he worked on me, I worked on the button and zipper on my jeans, then wriggled out of them. He helped, then caressed my legs while his tongue licked its way down my torso to my navel. I was in heaven.

“You are so good to me,” I murmured, running my hands through his hair. I was already on fire, aching for him, and he drove me higher and higher without so much as grazing my mound with his fingers. Instead, he used the rest of my body as one big erogenous zone, and my skin burned where his lips, fingers and tongue touched me.

I sat up just enough to remove my sweater and bra and pulled him back down on top of me so I could feel his skin against mine. There was such a joy now, feeling him next to me, wrapping my legs around his. I wanted all of him.

“Please,” I moaned, my head thrown back to give him better access to my throat. In the back of my mind, I just knew I’d have a hickey by the time he was finished with me, but I didn’t want him to stop either. All the passion that had built up between us was finally bubbling over, and we were both too wound up to stop.

“Please what?” he asked between kisses. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want you,” I whispered. I ran my nails down his back, and he groaned against my neck. I felt his hardness twitch against my leg and felt myself respond. I knew my panties must be soaked through by now, I was so highly aroused. I wasn’t breathing. I was panting and whimpering and moaning.

Hunter’s hand traveled up my thigh until it reached that hot spot between my legs, and I gasped as he grazed my fabric-covered wetness. “Someone’s excited,” he murmured with a chuckle. I didn’t respond verbally, choosing to buck my hips against his hand instead. I needed release, desperately.

He started rubbing me through my panties, and I lost myself completely. I started grinding against his hand, my eyes closed and my head turning from side to side. “Yes, yes, please,” I gasped. I felt his mouth lock onto one of my erect nipples and bite down, gently. That was all it took – I stiffened and screamed and shook as the orgasm hit me like a truck.

I could tell he was about to burst, himself. “Condoms,” he rasped, and I pointed to the bedside table. He reached into the drawer, and I pulled down my panties, now saturated with my wetness. I was more than ready for sure.

He looked down at me as he rolled the condom over his cock, and I saw a mixture of emotions on his face. I held my arms out to him, and he sank into them. I kissed him gently. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you,” he replied with a smile. He nudged against me, and I guided him home. We both gasped as he slid inside.

“That feels so good,” I murmured, and I closed my eyes as he withdrew, then slid back in.

“Um, yeah,” he whispered. We both laughed softly.

He found his rhythm and pace, and I wrapped my legs around his ass. I strained to pull him closer to me, to drive him harder into me. “Relax,” he breathed against my shoulder.

He straightened his arms and held himself over me, pumping his hips up and down. I cried out with each thrust, begging and pleading for more. “Please, baby, yes! Fuck me . . .,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders with my fingers, wanting nothing more than the feeling of him inside me.

He sat back on his calves and placed my legs against his chest. I lifted my hips and matched him, thrust for thrust. He sped up, moaning louder as we slapped against each other. Then he stopped. “Gotta slow down,” he laughed. “It’s been too long.”

So we slowed down, and he grinded himself into me. It was sweet torment and sexier than anything I’d ever experienced. I watched him, his skin now covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. His muscular body looked even more delicious like this. He’s mine, I thought, and I ran my hands down his chest and torso. He took my hands in his, then lifted them over my head and pinned them to the bed.

“You’re mine,” he growled, echoing my thoughts. I whimpered in agreement, and he started pounding himself into me. I felt him driving me into the bed, and I was powerless to fight him. As if I wanted to. I felt him pumping in and out, again and again. Our bodies slapped together, and he grunted with each thrust.

I felt the pleasure building and building inside me and begged for more. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Do it! Yes!” I loved it, loved being overcome like this. We both cried out in time with his movements until finally my cries became one long scream of almost painful pleasure.

Then I felt him drive himself home, once more, and he stiffened and cried out. He thrusted once, twice again as he came. Then he collapsed onto me, and I held him there for a minute, close against me. I was overwhelmed and knew he was as well. I was touched, knowing how long he had waited for this. And knowing he had chosen to open himself up to me made it even sweeter.

Later, after we’d caught our breath and calmed down, we lay together on the big chair. I was on my side, my head on his shoulder. He ran his hand lightly over my hair and down my back, then up again. After a few minutes, I passed out.

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The smile was still on Hayley’s face when he passed by her again, and it filled his heart with a joy he could hardly contain. He wanted to curl up in the chair with her and just hold her, just love her, but her happiness was more important than his own was, so as long as that smile was on her face, Hunter would never wake her. She could sleep until the end of time if that was what she wanted to do, and he would be happy she was smiling. She deserved to smile more than anyone he had ever met, and now she was finally free, his Little Girl, his Hayley.

“I love you,” he whispered under his breath. “I always will.”

The End

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