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Hunter
“YOU JUST SAID KISS, right? Not kill. Just to clarify, you aren’t planning to kill me,” Willa said.
That was a first. I didn’t think I’d ever been with a woman—whether they accepted my offer or turned me down—who thought I was about to kill them.
I chuckled. “No, I definitely said kill. But first, I want to lock you in my sex dungeon and tickle you with a feather as you slowly die of laughter.”
Those lips, the ones I wanted to marry, destroy, and fuck all at the same time, twisted with an extra side of snark as she said, “It’s about time you own up to your crimes.” She sighed and pointed to her mouth. “If you’re going to murder me, can it at least be death by kissing?”
Maybe it’s the way she said it or the fact she was pointing to the one thing on her body that had tortured me from the moment I met her, but I barely got out an “okay” before I was consuming her.
My lips brushed hers for only a moment before she sighed. I returned that breathy response with a growl. Lifting my fingers to her hair, I found that it was as silky as I thought, and I couldn’t help but curl her locks in my fist.
We’re a tangled mess. Her leg wrapped around my hip and I helped, lowering a hand that made sure she was secure before grinding against her.
This moment was better than anything I had imagined this past week. She was softer than I thought, and I was pretty sure I was going to lose my mind with the tiny moans of approval she gave me.
When I opened my mouth and she greeted me with her tongue, I had to pull back for only a moment. I had to regain control before I fell back onto her seductive lips.
My hand moved from her hair to her chin. Even with her leg wrapped around my hip and her mouth open for plunder, I still wanted more. Willa chose that moment to give it to me.
Her hands slid down the front of my black T-shirt until she gripped the front edge of my jeans. I lifted my head and stared into her eyes which were darkening like a dense forest. My fingers slid down from her chin as she stared at me. The corner of her lip curled in challenge.
“Is that all you got?” She sighed and glanced down between us. “And here I thought you were some sort of rock god. Aren’t rock stars crazy when it comes to sex?”
Her hand pushed inside my jeans and when I inhaled sharply, she smiled. “At least you’ve got the package of a rock god.”
Willa managed to unsnap and zip open my jeans and pull out my cock before I had time to exhale. I swear I saw stars as her fingers curled and tightened around the base. Blissful stars that made me want to get on my knees and thank the heavens for sending this insanely hot, possibly crazy, woman into my life.
As much as I was loving her gift of a hand job, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t just doing this because I was famous. I don’t get off on any woman pleasing me. If a woman wasn’t satisfied, then I wasn’t, either.
My hand tugged back her jacket and I was wrong. She wasn’t wearing a flesh-colored top. Willa wasn’t wearing anything under her jacket. Not even those weird pasties that some women wore in case of wardrobe malfunction. Satisfaction bolted straight to my cock when I saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Her tits were full, beautiful, and with her nipples so hard, I wondered if they’d cut me. I brushed my thumbnail over those spiked babies, and her head fell back with a groan. I knew one thing Willa liked and I planned to torture her with it.
Letting go of her leg around my hip, I stepped back. “Take off your pants but keep the boots on,” I said, keeping eye contact.
She didn’t hesitate and took everything off, including her green lace panties. She put her boots back on and leaned back against the counter with everything on full display after her jacket slipped off her shoulders.
“Won’t your brother come in? We are in the kitchen.”
I shook my head. “He’s working. He can work from home. I usually don’t see him until the afternoon when he finally realizes he never had lunch. That guy is married to his job.”
“Good to know,” she said then turned around. As she bent, pushing her ass in the air, she glanced at me over her shoulder. “I do hope you prove to be the hot rock star everyone thinks you are.”
I came up behind her and curled my fingers into her hair, pulling her head back. “I don’t care what others think of me. But I do care that you’re satisfied. Make sure to let me know if you need more, and I’ll be happy to give. But I have a feeling that by the time I’m done with your body, you’ll barely be able to move . . . let alone beg for more.”
My mouth consumed hers before she could respond with her usual snarky comeback. And as I was giving her mouth a taste of what I planned to do between her thighs, my fingers got her started.
One hand pinched and played with her nipples while the other slid down her stomach. She spread her legs, and I slipped a single finger through her folds. Willa was slick and the more I taunted her—sliding around her clit but never touching it—the wetter she became.
I made her mouth pay for making me so hard for her.
She pulled her head away and snapped at me, “Stop teasing me, fucker.”
“But it’s so much fun. And you’re all wet like a Goddamn slip and slide. Boys like to have fun, too.”
I chuckled as she pushed her rear back into my dick, rubbing it with those round ass cheeks of hers. My cock poked her a few times but that didn’t stop her.
I leaned down to kiss her again because her lips tasted like candy—probably from all the sugary donuts she ate. But I had never tasted a donut as decadent as her. When I moved, she pulled away.
“No, sir. Not until you stick something inside me. Preferably, something attached to your body.”
I stepped away and she gazed at me like I was the worst thing since Unicorn Poop became a thing. I laughed as a little crinkle appeared between her eyes.
I bowed and said, “As you wish.”
Moving to my knees, I inhaled when I kissed the inside of her thigh. The scent was more honey less suckle, but don’t worry, I’d make sure I gave her lots of suckling.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” I stared at the glistening pinks and creamy vanilla that waited for my tongue.
“Then why don’t you take a closer look.”
I did . . . with my mouth. When my tongue slid over her clit, we both groaned for very different reasons. I hoped it was because what I was doing felt good but for me, it was her flavor. Maybe this was weird, but I loved how pussy tasted. Willa’s had a unique and very sweet flavor—and I couldn’t get enough.
I may have grunted as I pushed my face farther, making sure my tongue lapped up every last drop. Slipping two fingers into her core, I began working her. As I ate the best meal I had ever had, she reached down and slipped her fingers into my hair. Holding me in place, Willa ground herself against me.
My cock was rock-hard and dripping. I wanted to stand and push deep inside her, but I knew she had to come first.
“Fuck. Yeah. That’s it, Hunter.” She moved her hand to her ass cheeks and spread them. “Fill me. Fucking fill me. Please.”
Could this woman get any hotter? I lifted my other hand and slapped her ass. Moving my fingers over her lips and spreading her slickness around her tight hole, I pushed a finger inside. Now she had what she wanted—every hole filled by my pleasing hands.
It didn’t take long for her to cry out my name as she came all over my face, and I didn’t hesitate to drink it down. As her orgasm subsided, I stood and raced over to the junk drawer in the kitchen. My brother had stored a few condoms in there when we first moved in. I thought it was weird at the time, but right now I was ready to buy him his own Maserati for placing them there.
Kicking my jeans off, I tore open the packet and rolled the thing on my cock. Willa was still breathing hard and leaning over the marble counter in nothing but boots.
She was a fucking picture.
I lined my cock up, dipped it in an inch to her soaked core, and asked, “You ready?”
“I told you to stop teasing me. Now get to work and fuck me right.”
That deserved another slap on the ass which caused her to arch her back. This girl liked it rough. If that’s what caused her to moan in pleasure, then I would be more than happy to make her cry out for as long as she wanted.
I thrust forward and each time I pushed farther; it felt like I was moving deeper into dick heaven—a magical place where everything was warm, soft, and gripped my cock to perfection.
“Your dick is so big. I hope I can walk after this. I seriously needed a good fucking . . . something that has me walking with a limp after,” she said in between grunts as she pushed back into me.
“Is it weird that I want you to keep talking your filth? You’re like a wet dream come to life.”
She looked back at me and smirked. But when she bit her lip, I knew it wouldn’t be long for me. I did what worked last time on her—I slipped my hand toward her asshole. She watched me and licked her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered.
We both watched as my thumb slid around her puckered hole. When I pushed it inside, I could feel her tighten around my cock. Willa pushed back hard against me with a grunt. Her hand slipped between her legs and I could feel her knuckles as my balls slapped against them.
“That’s it. Touch yourself. Come all over my cock.”
I watched her eyes roll back into her head as she tightened around me. She said my name again as her orgasm hit but this time, it was more of a growl. I leaned forward, feeling my balls tighten and bit her shoulder.
For a moment everything went dark. I was lost in the euphoria of the best climax I’ve had in a long time. Feeling her skin against mine as I came was exactly what I needed. I missed it. The intimacy. The connection. The mind-numbing orgasms.
I held her up with my arm as her legs began to tremble. Once I caught my breath, I pulled out and lifted her into my arms.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To my bedroom.”
“I’m pretty sure you were supposed to do that first,” she said with that intoxicating curve of her lips.
“No, I was to make you come first . . . which I did. Now, it’s time for round two.”
Her eyes widened. “Damn, you do plan to break me.”
“I always keep my promises.”
