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“Suck the rest out,” he growls, forcing his dick back into my mouth.

I don’t hesitate, bobbing my head up and down with a little help from him. I feel the bitter liquid hit the back of my throat, and I swallow. My legs are shaking, and I carefully suck hard as I feel my own orgasm engulf me.

When I finally pull away, I’m trembling.

Hunter’s hand is stroking my head now, his voice oddly gentle. “You all right?”

I nod, feeling both shaky and satisfied.

“Do you still want to go on?”

“Yes.”

Chapter 24

Stay On Your Knees

MEGAN

My voice is hoarse, and my throat feels deliciously raw from the way he just fucked it. He studies me as if not quite believing me, but then a slow smile forms on his lips.

"Stay on your knees,” he orders.

I watch him from the floor as he stands and slowly unbuttons his shirt, folds it, and places it on the back of the chair. The same goes for his pants and boxer briefs.

I’m in awe. Hunter Middleton is a beautiful specimen of a man. He doesn’t have one ounce of body fat. His waist is shredded. His chest and arms are defined but not bulky. He is perfect and would be the ideal nude model for a painting class.

A girl can dream.

He sits back down in the chair and pats one of the arms with his hand. “Climb up. Knees on the armrests.”

Suddenly, our positions are reversed. I’m high up on my knees, my pussy directly in front of his face, just where he wants it.

“You’re dripping wet,” he growls, and I whine when he runs a finger over my slit. “You’re like a fucking tap. I wonder if you can come for me like that again.”

When I don’t answer because I don’t think I’m supposed to, he easily slides one of his thick fingers into my pussy, and I gasp.

“I think you can,” he says, sounding wickedly delighted. “You came from sucking me off, so I can only imagine how you’ll respond when I fuck you with my tongue.”

I don’t get the opportunity to say anything in response because he presses down on my clit hard, and I nearly scream. I’m still reeling from my previous orgasm, and as I shudder, I feel him using two fingers to spread me apart for his mouth.

“Oh, my God.” My eyes roll up in my head as a wet appendage forces its way inside of me.

I’ve never had my pussy eaten. None of my previous boyfriends were interested in that, although it’s not like I pressed the matter. They didn’t offer, and I didn’t ask.

But right now, Hunter has his face in the most sensitive part of me, his tongue flicking my clit back and forth as he alternates between that and pushing it in and out of my pussy. The sensation of being eaten out is overwhelming. I never realized what I was missing.

“Hunter,” I moan in exquisite pleasure, wondering why people aren’t doing this lewd act all day, every day. I would rather be doing this than eating, sleeping, or painting any day of the week.

His hands are holding onto my ass, and when I try to move, he pulls one of my thighs over his shoulder without breaking momentum, giving him open access to me.

“Please,” I plead with him as he brutally fucks me with his tongue, moving in and out at a steady pace. I can’t think, the pleasure blinding me. I can hear someone sobbing, but all I can see is white heat.

Is that me begging for mercy?

The sensation of Hunter piercing me with his tongue as he licks and curls it inside of me is driving me insane. I fall forward, my hands against the wall behind the chair, as I grind my pussy against his face. I’ve never done this before, but it almost comes second nature to me.

Fuck his mouth, Megan.

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