Page 79 of Something Like Sunflowers

Because scars are meant to be reminders, not barriers. Not walls we put up to keep others out, but roads we map to find our way.

I kiss the top of his head.

“I love you, Hunter Isaac. And these scars are devastating, yes. I’m reminded of that day every day because of them. But they represent our past, and right now the future seems more intentional than I ever imagined.”

“You’re something else, Ponygirl.”

“If I’m a Ponygirl, then let me ride you already,” I tease.

And that’s all it takes before I’m thrown to my back and the heavy weight of Hunter’s wide frame is pressing down on top of me, his mouth roaming every inch of my neck, making his way to my chest, caressing my nipples with his tongue as he rubs his hardness against me. My body lights up, still needy from before, and when he shoves my breasts together and covers both nipples with mouth at the same time, my entire pussy quakes.

“Fuck,” I whimper. “Please, fuck me.”

“You better behave,” he warns, spreading my legs open for his access. He wraps one hand around his thick shaft, pumping up and down.

I watch.

How could I not?

He fists his erection in front of me, slowly and sensually. Putting on a goddamned show and he doesn’t even realize it, all while his gaze roams my body, his brows creased in deep thought, like I’m a battle map in a war room and he’s figuring out how he’d like to conquer me.

That’s my Roman Empire.

And fuck, if it’s not sexy as hell.

But I’m too turned on, and I want him inside me, now.

“Are you abiding by the ‘look, don’t touch’ rule?” I twist my lips playfully. “Because if so, I do not plan on behaving.”

“Is that so?” He chuckles, biting down on his bottom lip and slowly releasing it as he leans over my body and lines up with my opening. “I better give the princess what she wants, then.” Without hesitation, he shoves his cock inside me and thrusts deeply to the rhythm of our heartbeats. Fast, hard, and heavy. I clench around him, enjoying the fullness of each thrust.

My head knocks into the nightstand, a testament to the force with which this man fucks me. Rough and animalistic, like he isn’t even in control of it anymore.

He grabs a fistful of my hair. “So fucking perfect.” He yanks my head back with each thrust, but he’s careful in his roughness, knowing just where to ride the line of pleasure and pain. I feel wanton, used, but mostly…worshiped.

I’m a goddess who has the power to make this man bend with my body alone. To say filthy things to get me off. To fuck me just how I like.

“I’m glad Ellie calls you Papa,” I whisper into his ear, wrapping my legs around him as he drives into me deeper and harder than before. He groans, and I know he’s close, his teeth biting into my shoulder when he exhales, cradling his body around mine tighter with each thrust.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I like the idea of calling you Daddy.”

I lick the shell of his ear, gasping when he pushes in hilt deep and throws my body into pure ecstasy. He hits my G-spot dead center, and I come, digging crescents into his skin with my fingernails while he groans, pumping and spilling himself inside me and sending me over the edge until I see actual stars. The ones dancing across my vision as my orgasm takes over my body are almost as bright as the real ones spilling in from the skylight above our heads.

And for once in my life, imperfect feels right.

My heart flutters when I take in that I don’t immediately want to cover my scars back up. I lie beside Hunter, letting him touch them instead.

Because something big happened to both of us just now. And the meaning of these scars doesn’t feel secular when Hunter is here to share their burden. Not when he’s by my side to kiss away the pain.

“Daydreaming already?” He smiles, placing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. I laugh, rolling onto my belly.

“Ew. You made me messy.” I sweep my legs to the side and do an awkward mermaid-sit, staring at him expectantly, you know, waiting for a towel or something in the least attractive moment of human intimacy culture, but he just cocks a brow and snorts in response.

“You seemed to like the mess I made just fine when you were calling me Daddy,” he levels, stalking back over to me on the bed and placing his thumb under my chin. I look up at him, my heart already pounding so hard, my ho of a vagina can feel it inside her. I’m hopelessly taken by Hunter Isaac, and as spent as I am, with this man, I could go again all night long.

So, I let my lips pop open of their own accord.

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