Page 192 of Rough and Rugged

Her hands rack up my back. “Hunter, I want to feel you, too. Please!” she whines, and who am I to resist my vixen? I quickly make work of my shirt, pushing off my socks and shoes as well, leaving me in only my jeans. I need a barrier between me and her busy hands, or this will all be over far too soon.

“There you go, Trouble. Touch me,” I grunt as her hands quickly find their way to my chest and abdomen.

I work the button on her jeans, slide her pants and panties down, and toss them aside. Her intoxicating smell hits my nose, and I let out a growl. “I’ve got to taste that pretty pussy, Vixen.”

“Yes, please, Hunter,” she moans in response. That’s all the green light I need to settle in for a feast.

I kiss my way from her amazing tits down her soft stomach to her trimmed tuft of hair. I stop and breathe her in. That vanilla and coffee scent that is uniquely hers blended with the tang of her wet heat has me salivating.

My first lick through her folds has her arching her back and sinking her fingers into my hair, holding on for the ride.

“That’s right, Trouble. Hold on tight. I’m finally getting my dessert, and I don’t plan to get my fill anytime soon,” I murmur between flicks and licks of her delicious nectar.

After I bring Ariana to her third orgasm, I feel her tug at my hair as she pants out, “Please, Hunter. No more… I need to feel you. I need you in me.” My dick is dripping in agreement; he’s ready to sink into her warm heat.

I quickly push my jeans off, noticing Ariana’s lust-filled gaze at the fact that I went commando tonight.

I swear I hear her murmur something that sounds like “That’s one giant tree limb…” whatever that means.

“You want me to suit up, Vixen?” I can’t believe I’ve even got the brain cells left to ask.

“No, I want to feel you, Hunter. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” She sighs as she tugs me closer; I let myself fall back over her, keeping my weight braced on my arms. She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I notch my dick against her warm opening, and with one hard thrust, I’m buried deep.

“YES!” she screams. “You feel so good. I’m so full. Please move, Hunter. I need you to move,” she begs as she wraps her legs tight around my hips.

I begin to thrust harder and faster while I use my tongue and lips to tease and torment her taut nipples. With how tightly she’s squeezing me, I know I won’t last long. I’ve wanted to be inside her, and dreamt of this moment, for too long.

Reaching down with my left hand, I begin to rub hard, fast circles against her clit with my thumb. I can see on her face when the sensation overload hits; her cheeks flush a deeper red, her eyes flutter closed, and she licks at her plump lower lip.

“I want you to come with me, Trouble. I want to hear you when you come. Squeeze me hard and let me hear how good I make you feel, baby,” I growl against her neck.

My pace quickens, and my thumb presses harder against her clit while I put my mouth back around her nipple. With just a few more thrusts, I feel her begin to squeeze my cock and hear her breathing turn to pants.

“I’m coming for you, Hunter. So good!” She screams as her orgasm hits, taking me over the edge with her; I let out a bellow of my own as I come in her soaking hot heat.

As we catch our breath, I roll onto my back, keeping Ariana connected to me, and I nestle her against my chest. “Damn, Trouble. You can climb me like that anytime!”

She lets out a soft giggle as she cuddles into my chest; I hear her breathing change and know she’s drifted off to sleep. I suppose four orgasms will do that to a person. I wrap my arms around her and let myself drift off to sleep, knowing I’ve finally got my girl.

Chapter Eight

Ariana

Iwakeupabit disoriented, not remembering where I am for a moment, but when I blink my eyes open and find myself face to chest with Hunter’s well, chest, the night before comes back to me in vivid detail. A giant grin quickly spreads across my face, and I spend several minutes just watching him sleep.

One of the “perks” of running Whole Latte Java is waking up with the sun; I know it’s ridiculously early, and it’ll probably be a while before Hunter stirs. I decide to creep down to the kitchen and start some coffee and breakfast.

Extracting myself from the bed as quietly as possible, I find his discarded T-shirt on the floor next to the bed and slip it on as I head out of the room. As I make it through the doorway, Gunner greets me by rubbing up against my leg. I give him a quick scratch as I lead him down the stairs and to the front door, figuring he’s probably ready for a potty break. “Go do your thing, buddy.”

After Gunner trots back into the house a few minutes later, I head into the kitchen to see what Hunter has on hand to work with for breakfast. I know for a fact the man has top-quality coffee.

I’ve got the pour-over started and decide to wander around a bit while it steeps. The first room I step into is clearly Hunter’s office. There is an oversized sit-to-stand desk taking up the bulk of the room and several bookcases and filing cabinets eating up the rest of the space. As I set my hand on the desktop to get a better look at a painting on the wall behind his desk, my hand slides out as a file folder shifts. When I glance down, I let out a gasp; my father’s name is written across the top of the folder.

Why would Hunter have a file on my dad? My stomach drops as I think back to the last years of my dad’s life; he lost his company to a big conglomerate and never recovered. He became a shell of himself, never leaving the house and becoming so untrusting of everyone except my mom and me.

I know I shouldn’t, but I need to know how Hunter is connected to my dad, so I open the folder.

I wipe my eyes as I close the folder. I’m so confused; the information in that folder doesn’t match what my father told me. Had my dad really gambled his company into bankruptcy? Did Jackson Industries really buy the company from my dad to allow the employees to continue working and not lose their pensions?

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