Page 111 of The Revenge Agenda

“Sex.” That’s about as far as I’ve gotten. Crazy, wild sex. Sex that will leave me bowlegged for days.

I lean over to his nightstand and grab the lube and some condoms, then pour out a generous amount on my hand. I reach back to work myself open, then slide my cock back into his mouth again. This time, I don’t try to go deep, just lazily press the tip in over and over, trying not to come at the way his tongue teases my slit.

When I’m ready, I pull my fingers out and slide back down the bed while Hunter rolls on a condom. Then he grabs my ass cheeks, the grip firm and possessive and fucking delightful.

“You good there?” I ask.

“Just helping.” He flexes his hips so his cock nudges my hole.

“You’re almost as impatient as I am.”

“No one is as impatient as you are.”

“True. I want to keep teasing you, but there’s no physical way that’s possible.” I need to be filled, and I need it now. I grab his cock, holding it in place, as I lower slowly down onto it. The fat head splits me open as I sink down further and further until Hunter is completely inside me.

There’s no greater feeling than being stuffed full of his cock. To be able to clench down around him, have him pressing that amazing spot deep in my ass, and know that I get to come this way. Sure, topping feels good, but it doesn’t have the same satisfaction of being stimulated from both sides, and even if I could top easily, I still don’t think that would be my preference.

My hips rock forward an inch, and a little “oh” falls from my lips.

It’s like he was made for me, every part of his body perfectly fitting every part of mine.

I build up the pace, bouncing up and down on his cock, drowning in the sparks setting off all the way through my limbs. My brain is swimming in lust, drowning in horniness, cock bobbing with every movement, begging to be touched. The more I move, the more I become a disjointed puddle of pleasure.

I’m about to reach down and give my dick some relief when Hunter’s big hand wraps around me. His palm is full of his spit, leaving his fist a perfect tunnel for me to fuck into. Between his cock pummeling my ass and his hand tightening around my cock, I’m in heaven.

Limb-buzzing heaven.

“Now, this is a view,” he rasps.

Hunter’s dark eyes burn out at me from under heavy lids. The intense stare makes me feel so wanted, so claimed. I push myself faster, ride him harder, and as I do, Hunter moves to meet me. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills his little hotel room.

It’s intense and fast and sweaty and consuming. The way I need him inside of me. The way even fucking doesn’t feel like close enough sometimes. My head and my heart are fuzzy and full, whole body tuned into Hunter.

The way he grunts through clenched teeth. The way his fingers crush my ass cheeks. How his other hand slides over my tip, driving me so out of my mind that my balls are tight and painful. I’m torn between whether I want more pressure on my prostate or to fuck his fist harder, and I alternate between the two, sluttily taking everything I can from him.

“You’ve gotta come, Rush. Come on, baby, put me out of my misery.” It’s nice to hear him beg for a change. For him to be the desperate one.

I grind down onto him as hard as I can, taking his cock deeper than ever, sinking into the feel of him jerking me off.

Every nerve ending is singing, alive, begging for more. I bite my fist, so fucking close, grinding my hips over and over and over.

“Fuck.”

My cock throbs, release bursting from me as my balls pulse in time with each shot. I’m a sizzling, bubbling mess when Hunter pulls out, flips us so I’m on my back, and pushes back inside me again.

He fucks me hard and fast, like a man possessed. Knowing he can’t help himself makes my cock try to perk up again, but I need at least a couple of minutes. Hunter doesn’t have that long left in him. Every muscle strains as he holds himself up over me, sending my ass higher with the force of his thrusts, and then I watch as his gorgeous shoulders tighten and he growls through his release.

Hunter collapses on top of me, all sweat-slick skin and heated muscle covering me from neck to ankle. My arms twist around his back, holding him tight, pressing us closer until we’re molded together as one.

“You sure know how to fuck a guy,” I murmur into his neck.

“Just you. Fucking you is my favorite thing.”

“Good, because you’re going to be doing it a lot, just a heads-up.”

“Thanks for the warning.” I can hear his smile in his words. Feel it in my gut. I try to remember a time when I’ve ever been this happy and come up empty. When I was a kid, probably, but those memories with my parents are hazy. Moving in with Aggy was heavy with the anxiety that I was going to annoy her too, and while I love my roommates, my brothers, it’s nothing like this.

I have a person.

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