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I catch sight of the dark bruises on my collarbones, pecs, and neck, and the pit of my stomach turns blazing and tightens.
His eyes are almost shimmering when they catch mine in the mirror.
“Wrap your arms back around my neck, just like that. Show me those big tits. Fuck, that bra is so damn sexy,” Hunter whispers and I can hear the hunger in every word.
Hell, thisman pussykink keeps getting hotter and hotter. I feel on fucking fire.
He releases my cock to skim his fingers slowly along the lace before closing them around my pec, squeezing, kneading, pinching my nipple, and pulling hard.
My body arches, pushing his fingers more deeply inside me. My hands grip his nape, pinky brushing behind his ear, and I feel the bump from the small tracker Hunter let me insert under his skin. The fire inside me turns to inferno hot at the memory of him accepting my request. He did it for me. Because he knows that being able to find his location at all times alleviates my worries and soothes my controlling nature. Because he loves me.
His fingers slide out, but before he can shove his dick in me, I roll and push him on his back, straddling him in reverse cowboy.
He curses and spreads my ass cheeks as I drop more lube on his cock and then line it up with my hole.
The moment he enters me, spearing my puckered ring as my muscles relax to give him access…that is when we connect and become one. I lose awareness of where I start and he ends.
He’s like coming back home. To a home I never knew could exist.
My walls yield, pulling him in, adjusting around his thick, long shape, and I release a dirty moan, twisting my hips slowly around, savoring his length, his hardness and thickness so deep inside me.
“What a fucking front view, Red.” His grip on my ass tightens, and he pushes my flesh apart almost painfully.
I turn toward our reflection once again as I start riding him slowly. His eyes are hypnotized by the way my hole sucks him in, taking him easily and greedily. I like this position. Grizzly under me, at my mercy, waiting for me to give him unimaginable pleasure.
“Mmm. Fuck yeah, ride that fat cock.” He slaps my ass. “Harder, Red. Drop that wet pussy on it.”
Such a dirty mouth.
He suddenly sits up, giving me a show of his bulging muscles and flexing power. One hand goes up to grab my hair and pull my head back while the other grabs onto a headboard bar.
I watch for a few more minutes before my admiration of Hunter’s brawny body turns into intense, deep lust and need. His cock feels so hard inside me, filling me to the maximum. I squeeze it, pulling a groan of pleasure from my man. I rock my hips back and forth, keeping him buried fully inside. Hunter spreads his legs wider, opening my thighs further, and pushing his dick even deeper.
With his hold on my hair, he turns my face back, giving me a sloppy, wet, filthy kiss. I moan into his mouth as I start riding him likea bull—he definitely has the dick of one. He lets me set the pace, fast and rough. Hands pressing on his thighs, ass bouncing, dripping dick jouncing against my belly.
My head rests on his shoulder, and Grizzly nuzzles my temple. His breath comes in pants as he groans, “You feel so fucking good. Got such a talented cunt.”
I hear a sharp snapping sound, and when my gaze flies back to the headboard, I see the wooden bar has broken. He broke it. With his bare hand. His. Bare. Hand.
So damn sexy!
I suddenly smirk. I made him do it. Me. I impale myself on him harder now. The thought of driving him mindless makes my dick throb and ass clench. I feel his rough, work-hardened fingers brushing my cock too quickly, then my abs, trailing up to my chest and twisting around the front of the bra. He grips it firmly, plants his heels on the bed, and then? Then he starts ramming into me, shoving me down on his cock, forcing me to take all of it, using his grip on my bra.
I throw my head back and let him use me. I love it when Hunter makes my smooth round butt into a used, wet, open pussy.
His thrusts are getting deeper and deeper. If he keeps going, I’ll end up feeling it in my throat. Every buck of his hips pushes my sensitive, erect nipples against the lace of my bra, wrenching slutty moans from my lips.
He suddenly stops. “Turn around,” he snarls, his hand cracking against my ass. It’s not easy, since my legs ache, but a moment later, I’m straddling him face to face. His deep eyes burning into mine.
My hands rest on his shoulders as I lift to position him near my hole again and kiss him, sucking his big lip, gorging on his taste.
He suddenly grips my hips and slams me down, stealing all the air from my lungs. He then tears the front of my bra, arches me back, and licks, sucks, plucks, and bites my nipples, growling low in his throat.
I grind down, twist my hips, and begin a frantic ride as he keeps his mouth on my hard buds. It’s the usual, spectacular overload of sensations bombarding my whole body and mind.
I’m dying to come. The friction between his cock and my tightening inner muscles drives me to insanity. And the way he’s hitting that sweet spot? The sight of my cock stroking against his belly and covering it in pre-cum? I cry out all my pleasure.
He licks my neck and sucks hard. “So perfect. So mine.” I can feel his raw cock swelling in me, splitting me in two. Is that even possible?
