Page 31 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

Maybe my entire life.

I scramble to my knees and reach for him. He pulls me against him, warm skin on warm skin, and it feels like coming home.

“Take off your jeans,” I mumble against his mouth.

He can’t answer me because he’s kissing me back.

I laugh and he swallows that. I sigh happily and he swallows that,too.

Then I’m fumbling with his fly, and I can’t get it down because he’s huge behind it, his cock thick and straining.

“Help me,” I pant when he finally stops kissing me.

“You can do it,” he encourages. “If you want to play with Daddy’s cock, you need to earn it.”

Oh.Oh.

Well, that’s motivating as heck.

I look down and work his button loose, then tug at the waistband, giving myself a big of slack to unzip him.

Under the jeans, he’s wearing soft black boxer briefs, and his cock fills themcompletely.

That’s abulge.

I gulp.

Hunter tips my chin up, making me look at his face instead. “One thing at a time, sweet girl.”

“I want it,” I breathe.

“You’ll have everything in good time.” He tumbles me onto my back again, then kickshis jeans off with surprising agility for a big guy.

And then he’s beside me, curling me against him. The hair on his legs tickles my thighs as he tangles our limbs, but it pales compared to the eager press of his erection against my belly and the raw drag of my nipples against his chest.

My pulse pounds in my ears as I trace the crisp, dark hair in the middle of his chest.

Hunter exhales, long and slow, and we both go quiet.

“We don’t have to do anything more tonight,” he finally says. “This is wonderful.”

“I don’t want to stop.” I tug at his chest hair. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. But…”

“But?” I tug harder. “What?”

“My thoughts are running like an out-of-control racehorse. Or a whole herd of Clydesdales.”

“Something in the horse category?”

“Maybe minotaurs.”

I laugh. “I’ve got racing thoughts, too.”

He kisses me, his breath warm,his lips inviting. “This is a lot. I wouldn’t let you leave. I talked directly to your tits. I asked you to marry me.”

This time, my laugh is louder, and he’s forced to kiss me to keep me quiet.

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