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I slide my palms over the heated skin of his shoulders and back, and it’s his turn to shiver. He releases the grip on my neck to fist my hair and deepens the kiss, holding me still. One hand in my locks, the other molding my ass.
I don’t realize he’s backing me up to the bed until we fall down on the sheets together. I land on my back with him on top of me. He doesn’t try to hold himself up, but pushes me down into the mattress.
It’s like he knows I want his hard weight on me. I need him to crush me, need to feel every bulging muscle and thick bone pressing down on my body.
He shifts as his lips slide down my neck, creating goose bumps all over my arms. His hands are pushing my shirt up, and soon it’s gone, somewhere on the floor. The sparse hair on his pecs strokes against my bare chest as he slowly unzips my jeans and slides them down my thighs, never stopping his sucking assault.
His tongue traces my taut nipple. Wet. Then he blows air on it. Cold. Then he pinches it. Pain. Insane pleasure. And repeat.
“Fuck!” He’s bombarding me with sensations. He’s the sensory master. And a fucking tease.
He gives my other bud the same treatment, and then his tongue surfs down my ripped abs, licking every single line of muscle. My fists are gripping the cool sheets while my body keeps arching toward Hunter’s magical mouth and fingers. I’m quivering jelly under him when he finally reaches my throbbing dick.
His teeth close around my blue thong, and the growl he releases turns me into a whimpering mess.
“This stays on,” he huskily orders.
“You like?” I look down at him with a beaming smile.
“Wasn’t I obvious the last time I rammed your cunt?”
It’s incredible how I fucking love to have my ass treated like it’s a man pussy. Hunter made me discover it while I was sucking him off. And after researching it a bit, I took the next step and bought lingerie. Never thought about it before. But there’s something about wearing beautiful undies. The feel of delicate, soft, expensive lace wrapped snugly around my dick, cradling it, holding it in place, stroking erotically against my skin every time I move. It makes me feel like a sex-bomb, all confidence and sensuality.
He licks the edge of the thong, and his hot tongue brushes against my slit, making me tremble.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” I gasp, squeezing his shoulder. He suddenly moves back to take off his jeans, no underwear again. Why is going commando so damn hot on him?
Then he stands before me, naked as the day he was born. A dark, powerful predator eager to pounce on his prey. Willing prey.
“Hands behind your head, Red. Spread your thighs for me.” I do as he says, and then a moan catches in my chest at the sight of him wrapping his long fingers around his cock. He strokes himself with long, hard pumps while his eyes sweep hungrily over my body.
“You look like a horny mess. Eager to be touched. Fucked. Used,” he rumbles with that gravelly voice of his. Oh, dear Satan. His eyes are like flaming black holes ready to suck me in.
“You think you deserve my mouth on your cock?” He licks his lower lip, and I almost cry with desperation.
But I force out a huff of annoyance. Because this willing prey deserves every-fucking-thing. “Yes, I fucking do.”
My heart is racing, my skin is cool all over, my body can’t stay still. All my blood is concentrated south, in my boiling balls and achingcock. It’s dangerously tenting my thong, and I can almost hear the tearing sound of the fabric against my twitching length.
I want to pull him to me, to touch him. But I keep my hands behind my head, eager to see what he’ll do next. His hand continues the slow pumping of his long, delicious cock as the fire in his eyes increases. There’s too much distance between us, it’s turning me insane.
“Open those legs more, I want to see that cunt,” he demands. And I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to explode if he doesn’t touch me in the next instant.
“Make me,” I almost growl, pushing as much force as I can into the words. A deep grunt comes out of him, and then he’s on me. His hands and shoulders force my legs wide open. His mouth is an inch from my erect cock, which jerks eagerly toward him. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and his grip on my thighs turns bruising.
“Tell me how much you want this,” he whispers hotly over my sensitive tip. Oh, God.
“I feel like I’ll die if I can’t have it,” I sob.
“Keep your hands there,” he tells me just before moving the thong slightly down and diving onto my free cock, swallowing it whole.
“Ahhhh!” I scream at the incredible new sensation. Blazing hot, strangling tight, orgasm-producing. He’s sucking me so hard, like a damn Hoover. Using a fast, steady tempo while one of his hands pulls rhythmically on my balls.
I’m thrashing under him, trying like crazy to thrust my hips upward, but his shoulders and arms hold me down. Keeping my hands behind my head is becoming impossible. I just need to come. The pleasure is too much, too intense.
And watching him gorging on my cock with those big lips doesn’t help. All that dark, brawny power between my legs, forcing me to take it, it’s exhilarating. His throat tightens around my dick as he takes me so fucking deep, my head feels light and a rushing sound fills my ears.
The orgasm is torn from me. My body arches toward the ceiling, and I scream his name as I shoot my cum down his throat. His lips don’t let go until the last spurt. Then he gives my head one last hard suck, making me whimper, and pulls back.
