Page 39 of Country Charm

“We done talkin’ about that?”

“Yes, sir.” I see his dick bob at my words.

“I like that…” He rolls the condom down his length and then leans over me.

“You want another before we start, Beautiful?” His length lays along me, offering me another orgasm.

“No, I want to start now.” I try to shift my hips but his own hold me down. He brushes the hair away from my face and kisses my cheekbone.

Dragging his lips across my face he brings them to my ear.

“You’re not the boss here, Cassidy.” He positions his head at my wanting entrance. I’m sopping wet and try againto push my hips in a favoring position. Hunter just chuckles in my ear and holds his position with ease.

“Yes…” I breathe. He brings his forehead to mine, dragging our noses together. “Sir.”

Hunter smirks and begins to push into me. I can feel resistance, so I tilt my hips side to side to try and help him. Even though I’m wet, wanting, and ready, he’s too big.

“Fuck me,” Hunter breathes as he starts to sink into me. He breathes heavily and continues to push forward. After sliding in an inch he pulls back and then pushes back in with an additional. I feel like this process is taking too long and I start to go stir-crazy.

“Please,” I say over and over. Hunter silences me with a kiss and slams his hips into mine giving me his entire length. I scream into his mouth and then bite his bottom lip. He growls as he pulls back and sinks back in. After letting me accommodate to his size he starts to build a heavy pace. The weight of him coming and going against me adds to this weird feeling… I feel dominated, encased, and possessed. I also strangely feel… coveted.

My hands pull Hunter close to me and we continue to kiss at a frenzied pace. He tears his mouth away from mine and leans back away from me. Pushing his knees into the bed, he tilts his hips upward and holds me down with one hand on my hip. His other hand drags up my body to my breasts and he begins to massage the aching flesh in his powerful grip.

Not once does his pace waver, his hips undulate over and over rubbing every nerve ending inside me. I’m reaching my climax, and I can see that Hunter is too. I’m trying to move my hips and meet his rhythm, but he holds me still, fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked.

“Oh, God. I’m close,” I pant, scratching at his chest and arms.

“You’re like a fuckin’ vise. This greedy pussy barely lets me pull out. You want it so bad don’t you, baby?” His southern drawl on his dirty words is my undoing. I scream into the empty air.

“Yes! Hunter!” He drags himself against the front of my pulsing cunt and it ignites me. Pinching my nipples, I convulse around him, squeezing and pulsing.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” Hunter yells in time with his pumps. He seats himself completely inside me and drops to his elbows, framing my face.

We continue to come down the wave of our orgasms, sated. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his chest.

When he pulls free from my body’s vise, he walks into the en suite bath and then returns with a damp cloth. I’m too shell-shocked to think about his quick exit.

He lays next to me, and at some point, I moved to the head of the bed. I’m expecting the cloth to be warm and him to, I don’t know, offer it to me to wipe myself. Instead, it’s cool and he wipes my face gently. I’m dripping sweat and the cool cloth is like a refreshing dip in a lake. His attentiveness to me is in such an unknown territory.

“Did I hurt you?” He pulls the cloth away and tosses it on the bedside table. Then he kisses my temple.

“No, not even a little bit.” I tuck myself into him and listen to his racing heart. “I do have to go to the bathroom though.”

When I return from the bathroom, I see Hunter waiting on the farthest side of the bed from the bath. The light sheet is draped over his hips and it’s obvious that he is already good for another round. He pulls the sheet back and I climb in, without hesitation.

“Take the middle if that’s what you like.” He leans up and kisses me gently.

I lie down in the plush bed and realize how comfortable it is. It’s like a cloud is hugging me firmly. Can clouds even be firm? Hunter is about half an arm’s length away from me and on his side. His arm is tucked under the pillow beneath his head. I start to turn and move toward him but he offers me a look that suggests I still.

“Get some sleep, Beautiful, it’s late.” His tone is soft, and I settle myself on my side, tucking my arm under a pillow. He leans forward and kisses me gingerly. “Goodnight, Cass.”

My eyes feel so heavy, I can barely keep them open. “Goodnight, Hunter Hill.”

I wake up with an urgent need to release the contents of my bladder. I’m not in the middle of my bed like I usually am. I’m off to the side of a very comfortable bed with my arm draped over the waist of a warm body. My breasts are pressed against his back as his steady breaths continue.

I begin to pull my arm away and get up when he reaches for me.

“Hmm?” he hums sleepily.

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