Page 129 of Hunter

I looked at him, unable to resist the command in his voice.

And looking into his eyes, I plunged forward, screaming my release for all the world to hear.

Black dots danced behind my eyes, and I might have blacked out for a moment. I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t take me long to realize something.

He never finished.

For a brief moment, I thought it was because it wasn’t as good for him as it was for me, but I remembered the look on his face from before.

He couldn’t fake that.

There was just no way, and I refused to believe it. Otherwise, his words from before would be meaningless.

I tried to control my breathing as he put me back on my feet, and I looked at him. He pulled out of me, his cock still hard and jutting between us, as he knelt on the floor and licked my pussy.

I gasped, my fingers automatically seeking out his hair, pulling on it roughly as he continued the swift and gentle assault.

“Xavier,” I said, pulling him closer to me. I wanted more friction. More roughness. More…

Just more.

I wanted more, and I didn’t care if I was probably smothering him.

“Please,” I said.

He chuckled against me, the vibration messing me up a little, just as he pressed a kiss on my clit.

The inside of my pussy clenched from the move as he stood up to his full height once more, his brown eyes dancing mischievously just as his lips latched on the skin of my neck.

“That’s one,” he said.

My eyes clouded in confusion.One what?

I didn’t have time to ask.

He entered me once more, pressing up against me so that I was trapped between the hard wall and his hard body, and he lifted one of my legs to deepen the penetration.

Then he fucked me against the wall.

My head thudded against the wall as he pounded into me brutally.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there were a small outline of my body against the wall by the end.

My hands came up to his chest, and I pushed him away—or tried to—when it became too much. But Xavier seemed to like it when I fought him, and he only fucked me harder.

Until I couldn’t do anything anymore but stand there and let him hold on to my weight because my legs had felt like Jell-O while he fucked me as if he couldn’t help himself.

Tears stung my eyes as he carried me up once more, letting my back press in against the wall, and he moved his hips in quick, animalistic precision.

He leaned forward and bit my shoulder hard enough that I was sure I would bear his bite mark for days to come, and the pain pushed me over.

I closed my eyes, and I let myself fall into blackness.

I was only vaguely aware of what was happening, could only sense that he was moving me again, but I didn’t care enough to find out.

My pussy quivered from the orgasms, my skin sensitive, and I didn’t think I had ever come that hard before in my life.

I made a small noise when I was put down flat on a cold surface.

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