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Home. My home.
“That went from holy shit to zero Superman fast,” Lori comments. The glass wall turns transparent, and I see Ramiel’s family staring at us. Linda is even clapping, like we gave them a show.
“Nice carving, Rami,” Raph says. “Much better than Uri’s last one.”
“No, it isn’t!” Uri sounds offended. “And I used rusted nails and still got a sculpted masterpiece of finesse and delicacy.”
Is he still talking about carving human skin?
“I wouldn’t call ‘DIE PIG DIE’ delicacy,” Gabe deadpans.
“They are both great.” Sari’s sweet, placating attempt goes ignored.
The debate goes on, and I realize Ramiel is strangely silent. When I look down at him, he’s staring at me with that dazed look that means sexy business.
He crosses his arms behind my neck and pulls me down to whisper, “Take me home, Grizzly, and keep your promises. Show me who owns this fabulous ass.”
His words dance through my body, and I release a low, feral growl.
“We need to get rid of the body.” Uri’s voice annoys me greatly, and I snarl at him.
“Okay.” Ramiel giggles, giving me a fast kiss, brown eyes filled with mischievousness. “As soon as we get rid of the body, you’ll take me home and…do all the rest.” He winks and slaps his own ass.
Oh, I will.
epilogue
RAMIEL
A phone vibrates incessantly somewhere inside my home, pulling me out of the very hot dream I was having about a huge, sexy man curled around me.
Hm. It seems that wasn’t a dream.
Hunter’s body is plastered to my back, his heavy arm draped over me, large hand around my quickly growing dick. His skin feels like a warm silk blanket, and his hot breath tickles my head. His intoxicating, smoky, earthy scent is always richer in the morning. The steel of his erection pressing firmly against my tender ass reminds me how hard he fucked into me last night. I’d put on a sheer purple bra for the first time and a matching thong; it turned him savage. What remains of that thong is somewhere on the floor, but I’m still wearing the bra.
I wiggle a little until his black mamba nestles into the crease of my ass cheeks. I might be sore, but I’ll never get enough of his big dick.
Three weeks have passed since we started this boyfriend thing, and I wake up every day feeling blessed and horny as apenguin—yes, penguins are a very sexual bunch. It still surprises me that the first thing Hunter looks for in the morning is me. If I’m not in his arms, he rolls over and extends his hand, reaching blindly for me before he’s even conscious.
It gets me every time, and something I can’t quite identify, more than love—adoration perhaps—crowds the back of my throat before I go snuggle inside his warm arms. He didn’t resuscitate only my senses, but my hushed heart as well.
My big teddy bear’s fingers twitch around my dick, and he lets out a deep, sleepy growl that tightens my balls and forces pre-cum out of the red tip. His cock jerks against my clenching hole, and I can’t hold in my eager moan.
I grab the lube from the nightstand, unclick the bottle, and pour a fat glob on Hunter’s fingers. Then I bend my leg and push it toward my chest as I direct his fingers to my back entrance. He lets out a sigh but doesn’t stir, so I keep going until I feel the cool, slicked tips rubbing against me.
I’m already loose from last night. And yesterday afternoon. And yesterday morning. I shift my hand, finding a better grip on his, two fingers gliding easily inside me. I turn my face into the pillow to silence the cry slipping out my lips.
His sudden rumbly groan makes me shiver, and then his hand around my cock tightens as his fingers start pumping roughly inside me.
“Waking up with you fucking yourself on my hand is my second favorite sight.” His voice sounds sexily groggy in my ear.
“What’s the first?” I gasp when he adds a third finger and crooks them, brushing my prostate just right.
“Waking up with my cock inside your hot throat.” His fingers speed up, and I open my mouth, letting out panting breaths. Myeyes fall on the long mirrors on the wardrobe doors near the bed.
It’s like watching porn and experiencing it simultaneously.
We are a fucking sight. My pale, muscular body is enveloped and pinned down by his bigger, stronger dark one. His thick thigh keeps my leg up, the coarse hair scratching against my ass. I can see his black as coal fingers thrusting inside my gaping pink hole while his other hand is jerking me off at a slow pace. His mouth keeps sucking and nibbling my shoulder, his whiskers burn on my sensitive skin, and I tilt my head to give him more access.
