Page 74 of Because I Liked A Boy
The thought echoed with every thrust, searing through me like fire as his cock slammed into me again, harder, deeper. My body stretched around him, clinging, taking him in ways I hadn’t even imagined.
“Shit, baby,” he rasped, voice guttural, broken. His forehead pressed to mine, green eyes blazing, sweat and rain dripping from his temple. His hips snapped forward, jolting a cry from my throat I couldn’t hold back. “So fucking tight. You feel that? Gripping me like you never want me to leave.”
My back arched, nails carving down his slick shoulders. The stretch bordered on unbearable, yet I wanted more—needed more. Every brutal snap of his hips stole my breath, every inch of him filling me until there was no space left to think, only to feel.
“Hunter—” My voice shattered, wrecked, half-moan, half-plea.
He growled, biting along my jaw as his hands locked on my hips, forcing me down harder. “Say it again. Say my name while I’m inside you.”
“Hunter.” It tore out of me, shameless and raw.
His grin turned feral, his thrusts sharper, faster, like my voice alone undidhim. “That’s it, princess. Scream it. Let this whole fucking town know who’s inside you.”
The bed slammed against the wall, the storm outside rattling the windows, but nothing compared to the storm inside me. I was undone, strung tight, every nerve raw as he hit that spot over and over until I thought I might lose my mind.
He kissed me hard, filthy, his tongue tangling with mine as his hips pounded into me, relentless. His growl vibrated against my mouth. “Mine, Isabella. First, last, only. Mine.”
Then he stilled. His chest heaved, eyes dark and wrecked as he rolled us, flipping me in one clean motion.
My back hit the mattress, but before I could catch my breath he dragged me with him, leaving me straddling him, his cock still buried deep.
“Fuck—” I gasped, the stretch different now, sharper, fuller. My hands pressed into his chest, muscles flexing beneath my palms.
Hunter’s hands clamped on my hips, holding me there as he looked up at me with that feral grin, green eyes molten. “Ride me, baby.” His voice was gravel, desperate and demanding. “I want to see you lose it on my cock.”
Heat shot through me so fast I nearly came undone on the spot. My thighs trembled as I rocked once, twice, the drag of him inside me so intense I couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it,” he groaned, fingers digging bruises into my hips as he guided me. “Fuck—look at you. Dripping down my cock, taking every inch like you were made for me.”
My head tipped back, a moan ripping free as I ground down harder, chasing the friction. His thumb slid up to circle my clit, and I nearly screamed, the added touch making me clench tight around him.
“Hunter—” My voice was broken, my body already close, too close.
“Ride me, princess,” he rasped, jaw tight, sweat beading at his temple. “Ride me ‘till you can’t fucking breathe. Show me how much you need me.”
Every roll of my hips sent sparks bursting behind my eyes. Every thrust down onto him dragged another wrecked sound from my throat. His cock hit deeper like this, fuller, stretching me until I was trembling over him, nails clawing at his chest as the storm shook the house.
And the way he was looking at me—hungry, reverent, like I was everything—only drove me higher.
Every grind of my hips dragged me tighter around him, slick and messy, the wet sounds between us drowned out only by my broken moans and the storm outside.
Hunter’s thumb circled harder, ruthless, his other hand gripping my hip like he needed to anchor me to him. “That’s it, princess—fuck—you feel that? You’re squeezing the life out of me.” His voice was wrecked, guttural. “So greedy for my cock. My perfect girl.”
The praise shattered me. My head snapped back, hair sticking to my damp skin, every nerve on fire as I bounced harder, chasing the friction, the fullness, chasing him.
“Hunter—” His name broke out of me, high and desperate. My nails clawed his chest. “I—fuck—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, thrusting up to meet every roll of my hips, hitting so deep I saw stars. His thumb pressed harder to my clit, relentless. “Give it to me, baby. I want to feel you break on my cock. I want to feel you come all over me.”
The words snapped something inside me. My body tightened, vision blurred, and then the orgasm hit violent, overwhelming, ripping through me so hard I screamed his name. My thighs shook, my walls clamped around him, and still he fucked me through it, groaning loud and wrecked.
“Isabella—fuck, that’s it, soak me, baby.” His eyes burned into mine, wild and desperate. “You’re mine. Every scream, every drop mine.”
I collapsed against his chest, trembling, his cock still buried deep, pulsing, stretching me even as aftershocks ripped through me. My whole body shook, legs weak, but he didn’t stop he couldn’t. His thrusts turned rougher, reckless, each one dragging another gasp from my lips.
“Hunter—” I sobbed his name, overstimulated and raw, but still needing every filthy second.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice breaking, his jaw tight, green eyes locked on mine like he couldn’t look anywhere else. His grip on my hips was bruising now, his thrusts punishing. “You feel too fucking good—I can’t hold it—Jesus, I can’t—”
