Page 110 of The Revenge Agenda

His smile curls out against my mouth. “Let me be clearer. All those things about you that you think are too much are the things I love most. I’m sure we’ll get frustrated with each other because it’s what all couples do, but one of the most refreshing things about you is that you talk about things. You don’t play games. And you expect the same from me. There’s still a lot we both have to learn about each other, but goddammit, Rush, I’m excited to learn those things. Nothing in my life has ever felt this right.”

My heart feels so big that it’s competing for attention with my cock.

“Love?”

Hunter exhales steadily, eyes soft. “Maybe. It’s soon, I know, but I think I’m headed that way. Fast.”

My hands shake as I cup his face. “I think I’m headed that way fast as well.”

His mouth comes down on mine, lips soft, tongue hard and desperate as he kisses me so deep that my toes curl. I never want this to stop, but also, I really, really need to get off.

My heart is as horny as the rest of me.

“I need you,” I rasp, reaching for his belt.

He waits while I undo it and then pushes his pants and underwear down and off. His red, swollen cock points right at me, the sight making mine throb.

Hunter leans in to run his mouth up my length. His warm breath is caught by the cotton of my pants, wrapping around my heated skin and making me crave more.

“Pants off, please.”

The smile he gives me is sinful. But he does as I asked and slowly opens my fly and drags my pants down. Then he holds my gaze as he sucks the crown of my cock into his mouth through my underwear.

It feels good but nowhere near what I need. “Why do you hate me?” I complain.

And when Hunter does nothing to fix the problem, I take matters into my own hands.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. I know how you work.” I push him off me and onto his back before I straddle his hips. Then I hook my underwear under my balls and give my cock a good stroke. Hunter looks up at me, clearly amused, but I don’t care.

He likes things slow.

Today, I’m too impatient for slow.

I spit into my hand and jerk off over the top of him.

“I thought I told you that’s my job?” he asks.

“I can touch my own dick if I want to.”

“As long as you’re only doing it because you want to.” He glances down at my hand working over my cock and licks his lips. “If you really, really want to be touching yourself instead of fucking my mouth, that’s totally your choice.”

Oh. Damn.

I scramble out of my underwear so I can straddle his chest and then press my leaking tip to his lips. “Open sesame?”

He laughs, and I sink inside. Hunter’s mouth closes around me, sucking hard, licking wet stripes over my sensitive tip. I push inside until my balls hit his chin, and seeing his lips stretched obscenely around me does something deep in my gut.

I pull out, and he sucks in a deep breath.

“Fuck, you’re big,” he gasps.

“If your mouth can’t even take me, how do you expect your ass to?”

“I’d make it work.”

Pure sweet floods through me. “You would, wouldn’t you?”

“Yup. Now I’m interested to see what you think is going to happen now you’re up there.”

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