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I feel a smirk curling my lips. “Oh, Papa Bear. You really are turning soft.”
“Just come here before I change my mind.” I don’t let him do that. And in the next second, I’m standing in front of him. Maybe I’m too eager, but who the fuck cares? I showed my cards. He knows I’m desperate for it already.
“What do you want, Ramiel?” he asks with that rumbly, orgasmic voice of his.
So many options.His wide, mountainous chest is calling me, but I might explode in my pants if I start from there. “Your hand.” I finally make a decision.
He seems surprised by my choice but raises his hand, palm up. The moment my fingers touch his, a current of electricity shoots up my arm and makes my hand tingle all over. It hurts and heals me at the same time. It’s exhilarating.
I lace our fingers together and let out a moan.
“Tell me what you feel,” he whispers.
“Your skin is blazing hot against mine. Just one touch, and I’m on fire.” I look down, and the big bulge in his jeans is hard to miss, as is the black hair peeking out of the open button. “I want…”
“Take what you want, Red.” His order is filled with desire.
I straddle his lap. I have to force my thighs wide open to accommodate his large hips. My arms wrap around his neck, and I start a slow, sexy grind, stroking my ass on his erection. His belly rubs against my cock every time I move and my head falls back in ecstasy. “Fuck, you’re so big. I still feel you inside of me every time I move.”
His hands fall on my waist and slide under my shirt. His searing fingers bite mercilessly into my skin as he grunts. Hair stands all over my body.
“It hurts so good,” I moan.
All my thoughts are stolen. All my sanity—if I ever had any—evaporates. A mix of hunger and possessiveness pour inside my chest, and while looking into his eyes, I start moving my hands.
“Your skin is smooth and soft, it looks delicious…want to lick it, suck it, bite it. Seeing my mark on you makes me feel so hot.” I keep rolling my hips while I dip my head and give the bruise on his neck a long lick. I groan. “Decadent and salty, you’re better than cake.” I inhale his glorious, smoky scent until I feel my chest exploding. “Your smell is additive, cum-inducing. And those sexy curls.” I let my fingers stroke the silky-soft hair peppering his chest, his nipples bead and grow taut under my eyes.
I keep going down, stopping on his belly. My hips speed up, and a shiver rocks my body. My jeans-trapped dick aches and screams for release every time it strokes against him. My hands tremble as I brush only my fingertips over his slightly round abdomen. “It’s like your body came out of one of my sex dreams.”
He grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head until my eyes find his. I whimper under the authoritative stare while the sting from his fingers forces pre-cum rolling down my shaft.
“Take my cock out.” His voice is unrecognizable. Deep and animalistic. It wakes something inside of me, something that will do anything he orders. I push my ass slightly back and undo the two buttons before releasing his hard, uncut length.
“Now work it,” he growls. “And keep talking to me.”So demanding. I could come just listening to him.
I spit on the palm of my hand and wrap it around his hard cock, turning it slick. Pre-cum drips from the slit, and I slide my finger up to spread it around. “Your cockhead felt amazing inside me, hitting my prostate or the back of my throat. It choked me so good.”
“Fuck,” he curses, thrusting his hips up almost like he can’t restrain himself. It feels different from the other times we had fun. It’s like he’s giving me some control.
I place my hand on his chest and pull on his small, dark nipple. His grunt makes my dick throb, and I fumble with the zip on my pants to let it out. That’s when he bends his head and lets a long dribble of saliva fall on our cocks. Jesus Christ, that’s hot.
“Make us come.” The deep rasp in his voice melts my insides. I’ve never been more ready to follow a command. I scoot forward again until our dicks touch and curl both my hands around them. The sight of his dark skin against my pale tone is a thing of beauty. But his long, leaking Black cock against my hard one is an orgasmic vision.
When I start jerking us off, the hot, wet, smooth friction sends my brain into space.
Hunter’s heavy hand falling hard on my ass pulls me back to earth with a moan. “Tell me, Red.”
“So damn good!” I moan again.
He yanks my head back, making me sob in pleasure and pain. “You can do better than that.” Then he sucks his fingers, and a moment later, his hand is in the back of my pants, under my lacy panties, and sliding between my cheeks.
“Yes!” I scream when his fingertips start circling around my back entrance. I pump our cocks faster and push my ass toward his hand, hoping he will get the hint.
“Talk, and I’ll finger-fuck your pussy until you beg me to stop,” he rumbles, and my eyes cross.
“Every time your cock slides against mine, it gives life to a…whirlpool of pleasure inside my balls. Hot, hard, so thick in my hands. Big. You keep leaking pre-cum, and all I want to do is suck it straight out of the tip and drink it down.”
He’s driving his hips up in a fast tempo now, and from his parted lips, quick puffs of breath are coming out.
