Page 67 of Faking Ties

“You’re so tight,” he pants. His arms shake as he holds himself back.

“It’s too much. You’re not going to fit.”

“I will. You’re doing so well.” He pushes in another inch. “You’re going to take all of me. Just a little more to go.”

Holy shit, I’ve never had someone this big, this thick. My pussy may never recover from it. I’m going to need to write her a song and sing it at her funeral. A giggle slips out of me at that thought, and he gives me a curious look.

“Sorry,” I say. “I had a song idea.”

“About me?” he asks, shifting back and then snapping his hips forward. I can’t hold in my moan. Holy hell, with Hunter it’s like I’ve found the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. His dick is magical, and I’m never going to recover from it.

“Elodie?” I glance at him and he’s smirking. “Your song?”

“Huh?” I ask. “Oh, right. I need to write a song to my pussy. A rest-in-peace one because she’s never going to be the same after this.”

“Careful. You’re going to inflate my ego with those words.”

“We can’t have that happen, can we?”

He grins and nips at my nipple. My core clenches in response, and he chuckles. “You like that?”

“You can feel that I do.” I purposely clench again, and he gives me a heated look. Sex has never felt like this. It’s always been mediocre and nothing worth repeating, even to Nina. I never understood how people could love it so much…until now. Until Hunter.

He picks up the pace and I hold on for the ride. He fucks me like he’s a man possessed. Gentle yet not. There’s a desperation to his movements, and I’m right there with him. I rake my nails down his back, marking him in my own way and losing myself in feeling him above me, inside me, around me. He links hands with mine, and he stares deep into my eyes.

“Elodie,” he moans my name. Reverently. Passionately. Desperately. My name has never sounded sweeter on someone’s lips as it does now. “I’m close.”

“Me, too,” I pant.

He rubs my clit and that’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge, him following behind me. I’ve never experienced a life-changing orgasm. The type that has a clear before and after. The type that changes you as a person and your entire outlook on life. Like getting the answer to a question you didn’t even know to ask. I’ve never experienced one of those until right now.

“Holy shit,” Hunter says, lying down and adjusting me so that I’m half on top of him.

I chuckle. “Agreed.”

He pulls me on top of him fully, and I straddle his hips. He’s already hardening for round two.

“Already?” I ask, grinding my pussy on him. “Do we need to break out the pie?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Good morning,”I say to Hunter, coming back into the room with our breakfast. I learned an hour ago that Hunter doesn’t like waking up in the morning. I’m envious of that, especially when I’m so used to getting up early to work at the diner, that it’s engrained in me to wake up early.

At least with the extra time I could whip up some breakfast. Hunter opens an eye and does a double take when he spots the food. He sits up so fast, I almost drop the plates.

“Give me.” He makes grabby hands for the plate full of cheesy scrambled eggs and homemade blueberry muffins. “You made this?”

“Yeah…”

He takes a large bite of the muffin and groans. “Holy shit, this is next level.”

“It’s just a muffin.”

“No, it’s not. It’s a muffin you made that’s fucking delicious. You could open your own store and sell only these, and they’d sell out every day.” He tries the eggs. “And add these to it.”

I roll my eyes and take a bite of my own food. He’s so supportive and he’s barely had any of the things I’ve made. It’s different and unexpected and I can’t help but find it hard to believe that he really means it. Growing up, if anyone besides my mom or Nina gave me a compliment, it was a joke. Something they wanted to use to hurt me.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

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