Page 34 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

I thought she needed me to back off. I thought if I turned out the lights, she would fall asleep in my arms.

I shouldn’t underestimate Cara like that.

Now she’s used the cover of darkness to skillfully pull me right to the brink. The combination of her eager, inexperienced stroking of my cock and her confident, bold line of of questions and statements has my balls heavy and my shaft throbbing.

She wants me inside her?

All I can picture now is rolling her beneath me and working my fat, bare cock intoher unprotected pussy. The sounds she would make. The heavenly warmth of her body making room for me.

I trace the edge of her cotton panties. Her belly quivers against my touch. Right in the middle of her waistband, there’s a small satin bow.

My Christmas present. My naughty secret, at least for tonight. In the morning, I’ll claim her under the mistletoe for everyone to see.

Danes are always dramatic, and it’s my fucking turn after all these years.

I work my fingers in under the elastic, continuing the back-and-forth stroking. Soft, soft belly. And then the rise of her mound, and soft springy curls. Fucking sexy.

In the dark, I find her mouth with mine, stealing a kiss as I push my hand the rest of the way into her panties and cup her sweet little slit with my big hand.

God, she feels good. Warm and soft, with puffy lips that take the weight of my middle of finger, and when I squeeze her possessively, her legs fall wider and those soft lips partperfectly around my finger, giving me access to a slick, hot core.

I trace the shape of her, listening to how her breath catches.Since it’s dark and I can’t see her clearly, I need to use all my other senses to learn what she likes.

And she likes my fingers. Her slick virgin folds soften and bloom against my touch, a dangerous invitation my primal instinct recognizes with shocking aggression.

I need to bury myself in her.

Need to take.

Need to claim.

Mine.

A low, deep growl rumbles out of me and I climb on top of her, her legs falling open for me.

Immediately, she rocks her hips up, grinding against my cock through the thin layers of cotton separating us.

And the primal need intensifies.

I cradle her in my arms, burying my face in her neck. My breath stutters out, hot and ragged against her shoulder. “Jesus, Cara, youfeel good.”

“I know,” she gasps. “I mean, you too.”

“Fuck, I was going to…”

She throws her head back. “Don’t stop.”

“Need you to be ready. Need to kiss your sweet little pussy and make you soft for Daddy.”

“Next time. Hunter, I’m close.”

“Can you come like this? Oh sweetheart, that’s so good. Yes, work yourself against me. You’re going to make me come, too.”

She gasps. “Like this?”

“Fuck yeah. Milk my seed, baby. God, I want to pump it into you so damn bad.”

That makes her moan.

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