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“The best feeling is you inside me,” I gasp as his hammering hips wind me tighter with every quick thrust. “I can’t ever live without it anymore.”
I look straight into his eyes, and he blows out a breath loaded with emotion.
“I can't wait to fill again this snug pussy.” Then he fucks me like there is a wild fever pounding his body, which gets to me as I start scratching his back with my nails, drawing blood. It only inflames him more.
“Right there. Right fucking there.” He drives me to the perfect height until waves of blinding pleasure tear through me. My orgasm hits like a succession of fireworks exploding inside me.
My cock lets loose, gushing out a stream of cum all over his belly and hairy pecs. “I love you. I love you so much, Hunter!” I scream looking straight into his deep dark pools.
He spanks my ass without stopping the wild driving of his hips.
“I love you,” I mindlessly repeat with a sob, lost in a world of ecstasy.
He makes a deep, animalistic sound then jackhammers my ass like he owns it. And he fucking does. He has every right to do it, to use it for his own pleasure whenever he wants. And I fucking want. I need it.
“My Ramiel. Mine,” he pants, his balls slap hard against my spread cheeks, and the filthy sound of my wet hole being pounded echoes through my house.
“Then say it!” I cup his face with one hand and cover his hand on my ass with the other.
“I fucking love you, Ramiel Masters,” he whispers with a desperation in his voice that shows how close he is to stuffing me full.
“Then fill this pussy, so I can have you inside me all day.” I buck my hips once, twice. His eyes flutter closed. His grunts turn into a feral roar as he releases inside me. Jet after jet of cum bathes me inside, making me moan and squeeze my inner walls.
“Keep strangling that cock,” he orders. His bruising grip on my butt turns just shy of painful, opening and closing my ass cheeks, squeezing them around his thick length, making my eyes cross at the feeling. I’m so full of him. “Take it all. Mmm.”
Another hard slap falls on my already abused ass, making me yell, “Hey!”
Hunter swallows my every breath, locking his mouth to mine, sending his groan down my throat. The kiss soon turns sweet, and we just savor each other’s tastes.
I stay on him, keeping him deep inside me, filling me completely while our bodies come down from the unforgettable high. I close myeyes and let myself sense him. His sweaty body against mine, steel-strong arms around me, hot thighs under my butt, smooth back against my fingers. He smells like sex and man. My man.
“Feeling my cum inside you as I slowly thrust up makes me crazy,” he grunts, holding me there against him, wrongly thinking I might move. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here, with my grizzly’s cock tucked in me. “But feeling it dripping on my balls turns me into a possessive fucker, Red.”
I grin at him, giving him my triple-dimple smile—as he calls it—and scratching the stubble on his cheek. “You won’t hear any opposition from me, love.”
We have grown so close in this short time, doing most things together. Trying new dishes, cooking—which I excel at—playing video games with the wicked trio with my feet, head, or whole body on his lap while he reads one of his enormous books, working on one of his cases or one of my donors, and going to see Loretta at the cemetery, she likes to listen to my animal fun facts. I told him I could clear his name, but Hunter declined my offer. He knows the truth, and I do too, and that’s enough for him. Fuck everybody else.
I feel like half a person when he’s not near me, when I can’t see his intense, obsidian eyes, kiss his soft lips, stroke his palm, tempt him. It’s hard to explain. I do know Hunter feels the same, though. I’ve caught him sniffing my used, torn panties when I’m away—he always keeps a pair in his pants pocket. Yes, I use the security cameras I installed in his living room to check on him. He already knows I stalked him, this is not so different.
I need to see him. I feel this unstoppable urge to watch him do mundane things, like yawning and scratching his sexy as fuck belly as he reads one of his thick books, bending his arm over the fridge door and leaning in as he chooses what to drink, or pulling down aclean shirt over his chocolaty chest as he gets ready for a new day. I’m so fucking smitten, obsessively so. I even let him distract me from watching my animal kingdom documentaries which is—as Lori would say—bonkers.
After a while, he starts softening inside me and slips out. As soon as that happens he pushes two fingers into me.
“I filled you up good this time.” He smiles proudly, pumping his fingers gently.
“You always do.” I kiss his puffed lips. “I’m tender, but I need you to still be in me.”
“My fingers and cock belong in this pussy.” His final statement makes my dick twitch, or maybe it’s the sudden, rough thrust of his fingers.
“How about your tongue?”
My phone starts buzzing.
“No!” Hunter says, before rolling me under him with a swift twist of his hips and shoulders. “Serena, take care of it,” he orders her.
He not only let me insert a tracker under his skin, but also the same microchip I use to be in contact withourAI all the time. He treats Serena like a daughter, and I might have made her notice that.
“Yes, Papa Bear,” she replies, and he closes his eyes with exasperation.
