Page 102 of Tame Me

Hunter must have sensed my climax as his finger-fucking grew wild, in and out, over my clit. I screamed into his neck, dug my fingers into his back, and hung on as he guided me through my incredible orgasm.

He edged me across the room, and when my calves touched the bed, I sat and wriggled up the sheets. As much as I could have stayed right where I was and ogled the incredible man before me, with chiseled abs and his erection large and mighty, I wanted his beast inside me.

He strode to the bedside table and removed a condom, and I watched his trembling fingers as he rolled it onto his shaft. I parted my thighs, welcoming him in, and he took my invitation by crawling up my body and positioning himself over me with his strong, muscular arms.

Again, our eyes locked, silently communicating a singular desire—to ravage each other.

As he lowered himself, molding our sweat-slicked skin together, I closed my eyes. I drove my fingers through his hair, clutched a handful, and pulled him onto me. Our kiss was driven by greed, and our tongues lashed together.

He tasted divine, he felt incredible, and the heady scent of our passion drove me wild.

Hunter eased my hand out of his hair, and with our palms together, he pinned my left hand above my head. He raised his hips off mine and drove his hand down between us, guiding his cock to my opening. I raised my knees, lifting my bottom and giving him entrance.

But he held his cock there, prolonging the anticipation as our kiss intensified.

I curled my ass off the bed, trying to push his cock into me, desperate to have him inside me, but he pulled away. I wanted to reach down and push that beast inside me.

I was wet and hot and so fucking ready I thought I’d explode.

I pulled my lips from his. “You’re killing me, Hunter.”

The glaze in his eyes evaporated. His dilated pupils found me, and the fire I saw in them took my already wild libido to raging. I clawed his back with my right hand and raised my hips to angle his swollen crown at my hot, throbbing hole.

His breath hitched, his jaw clamped shut, and as he glided his shaft into me, his eyes shot open and closed in a flash. My insides clenched around his cock, clamping him in my velvet vise. When he couldn’t push anymore, he stopped there, impaling me with his length. His cock pulsed, swelling inside me, and I squeezed tighter around him, letting him know I felt him.

Hunter let out a long primal groan and pulled his cock out and slammed it right back into me. He did it again, quickly out to the very tip and fast and hard right back into my throbbing pussy.

Each time he slammed into me his crown touched that part of me that loved and hated it at the same time. It felt so damn good.

As he drove into me, over and over and over, a tidal wave of pleasure barreled through my body, building a climax of mammoth proportions. But I didn’t want it to stop; I wanted Hunter to fuck me all night, every night, for ever and ever.

His pace increased, and every muscle in my body stiffened. Gasping, I tried to trap him inside me, clenching him in my core. He cried out, and together we climaxed. His thrusts were deep and hard and complete, and I rode every one of them to their full glory.

After one last thrust in which he released a deep, primal groan, he began to slow, and the breath he’d been holding came gushing out.

He rolled to my side, and I whimpered when his cock slipped out of me. With our fingers still entwined above my head, he rolled me onto my side. My back was now against his torso, and with our hands still locked together, Hunter draped his arm over my waist and beneath my boob.

Our breathing gradually returned to normal, as we spooned each other. I had never done this before. This was everything perfect and wonderful in life all rolled into one. It was chocolate syrup, crackling fireplaces, and fabulous wine. It was homey bliss.

He released my hand, cupped my breast, and squeezed, firm but sensual. “Stay right there.”

He slid away, and I admired his sexy butt as he walked to the bathroom. The toilet flushed and he walked. Moments later, he slipped into position behind me again. He returned his hand to cover the back of mine, entwining our fingers.

My heart swelled to bursting as I listened to his steady breathing. I’d officially slipped into heaven. If this was my last night on earth, then I’d be happy with the ending.

Our breathing grew long and steady, and as a beautiful warmth flooded me both inside and out, I closed my eyes for just a moment.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Consciousness trickled from my sleep-filled mind. I didn’t want to wake up. I was warm, happy, at peace. But a sense of urgency rattled from deep inside me. My eyes fluttered open, and I squinted against the glare.

Distant visions of last night forced their way to the front of my brain, and with a jolt, I snapped my eyes open.

I gasped as I realized where I was.

I hadn’t moved all night long.

Neither had Hunter.

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