Page 122 of Tame Me

“I see that. I always felt that something wasn’t quite right about your blonde hair, and I never could figure it out.”

“I’m sorry.”

He touched his fingers to my lips. “Shhh. Dark hair suits you much better.”

I smiled at his comment, pleased that he liked what he saw. I had no makeup on, and for the first time, he was seeing the real me.

His hand glided over my neck and down to my breast. He curled his palm beneath my boob, caressing the tender skin there. He continued his exploration down my torso, around my navel, and along the elastic of my pajama shorts.

I peeled his elastic brace off his right shoulder and leaned over to kiss his nipple. He fed his fingers into my pajama bottom and tugged it down to expose my right butt cheek.

The desire to have Hunter naked gripped me, and I pushed up onto my knees and rolled him onto his back. He chuckled as he let me have my way with him.

He watched me as I crawled off the bed to start at his feet. With the urgency of a woman bursting with uncontrollable lust, I yanked at his shoelaces, tugged his boots free, and tossed them aside along with his socks.

I turned my attention to his fluro yellow pants, and as I undid the button and the zipper, I didn’t miss the bulge growing beneath. I glided my hand over his erection and pulled the zipper down. Knowing I’d caused that wonderful reaction drove me wild.

I wanted to see his cock, to watch it grow, to feel it in my hands, and I tugged his fireman trousers off, desperate to set his beast free.

In a flash, he was naked, and oh my god, it was the most magnificent sight ever. I wanted to pinch myself at the realization that the hottest man in the world was naked in my bed. My bed! Hunter took my breath away.

“Come here, you.” He held his hand toward me.

I crawled up his legs but paused at his groin. He made his cock bounce, and I giggled at the fun of it. He did it again, and I leaned forward and kissed his pink crown. Before my eyes, his cock grew hard and long. It was erotic magic and the best show on earth.

I touched my tongue to his swollen flesh, and he made his crown bounce toward me. My insides clenched as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, feeling his steely rod in my palm, and as he ran his fingers through my hair, I glided my tongue around his head.

“Oh, Jane.”

To hear Hunter say my name, my real name, was the most wonderful sound in the world. My insides purred.

I turned my attention back to my prize and admired his manhood. His crown was pink, swollen, and totally lickable, and with my hands around the base of his shaft, I looked up. As our eyes met, I rolled my tongue around his crown.

His jaw squared out as he clenched his teeth, and his eyes rolled as if lost in their own world.

I wrapped my lips around his crown and glided down his shaft, drawing his length into my mouth. When I couldn’t go any farther, I held him there, trapped in my throat. He squeezed my shoulders and sucked air through his teeth.

We remained locked together, his body rigid, his fingers like pincers, and when he released his grip on my shoulders, I rolled my tongue around his cock as I glided back up his shaft.

Hunter’s fingers pinched my shoulder again, and I looked down in time to see a pearl of semen ooze from the slit in his crown. I made a show of gliding my tongue over his head to lap up his white gold and then licked my lips, enjoying the salty tanginess on my tongue.

“Oh Lordy, woman.”

His words drove me wild, and as I glided my tongue around and around, ensuring I’d savored all I could, my pussy pulsed a steady beat.

He dragged me up, so we lay side by side. “Your turn.”

“Oh . . . okay.” No argument from me.

His hand nudged between my thighs, and with our eyes locked together, I raised my knee and curled it over his hips, giving him room to play.

And play he did.

Ever so slowly, he glided his finger over my clit in one long, drawn-out motion. I closed my eyes and groaned at the sweet pleasure of his intimate touch. With the tip of his finger, he pressed down and rolled my sensitive bud. My insides curled and pulsed at the exquisite sensation. I sucked air through my teeth as he continued the teasing.

It became a pattern, rolling over my clit, then pressure on my clit, tracing around my clit, and as I rode the glorious sensation, predicting what would come next, an orgasm built inside me. Layer upon layer of lust stacked on top of each other until I was close to bursting. I moaned long and loud and dug my fingers into his hip.

“Hunter.” His name was so perfect as it crossed my lips.

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