Page 23 of Naked

I groaned, surging up for the first time, testing whether we could move without pain. At first it bit, but then...only pleasure. “Yes. Oh yes.”

He moved slowly, but with full strokes now, in and out of my channel, building up speed as we both asked for more. Then he suddenly pushed back, brought his knees forward, and took my hips in his hands.

God, how I loved when he took my hips in his hands.

My head was low on the bed while my hips were in the air in Hunter’s capable care. His biceps flexed as he moved me up and down his shaft. “I wish I had four hands so I could touch you everywhere at once,” he groaned, his eyes darting everywhere. “I don’t even know where to look.”

I cupped my breasts and pinched my own nipples between my fingers the same way he’d done it. “There’s always tomorrow.”

He groaned. “Fuck that’s hot.” His eyes grew dark and wild as he pumped his thick cock into me. “I cannot wait to feel you come on me again.” He caught my gaze. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. You squeezing me so tight, your skin pink and flushed, your moans, yourface.” He pumped harder and faster.

It lit me up.

“I’ll come on you everyday, as many times as you want.” The dam was unlocked now. I was already craving mynextfix. Imagining all the ways I wanted his body. Some of the thoughts scared me, some of them aroused, all of them excited me.

“Yes. You will. You’re mine now, Tilley.” His strokes grew more powerful. He stretched me wider and wider, his cock invading my body, making it truly his.

For I was marked and ruined. He was it. I’d never want anyone else. I groaned as I rolled my nipples between my fingers. My clit, open and untouched in this position ached for pressure.

Hunter grunted as his orgasm began to build. He used my body and I took it all. I devoured the sight of his straining muscles, the sweat on his brow, the way he disappeared inside me over and over again. He pounded now, using his command on my hips to plunge deep inside me. The force causing my breasts to bounce, the impact sent a wave of pleasure through me, causing my inner muscles to contract, first erratically, and then as one constant tension of need.

I wanted him to obliterate me. “Harder.”

His eyes flew to mine. “Not this time.” He kept pumping into me.

I released my nipples and wrapped my fingers around his wrists, using my own power to increase the impact of our bodies colliding. I shuddered. Hunter swore. And together we fucked like the sex-starved animals we were, pounding me deep until I shattered into a million pieces of pleasure.

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