Page 43 of Hunter

Her expression flared with that sass she had, and she opened her mouth to argue, but no way was I letting that happen.

I slid my hands underneath her shirt and bra, cupping her breasts and squeezed. She let out a tiny gasp, which turned into a soft moan as I massaged the round globes together, carelessly skimming my thumb across her nipples.

“You drive me insane, woman,” I growled, leaning down and pressing my lips against that sexy little bit of skin between her neck and shoulder. She moaned as I sucked hard on that spot until she was bucking beneath me.

“Hun … Hunter,” she moaned, practically shoving her breasts into my hands.

My name on her lips made me almost explode right there, and it was almost painful trying to regain some sense of control.

I grabbed her shirt, lifting it up and over her chest as my mouth came down and sucked on that perky nipple beneath the thin covering of her bra. She whimpered at the contact, bringing her legs up and locking them around my back as she buried her hands in my hair, pulling me closer to her breasts. When I turned from one to pay attention to the other, she tightened her grip.

“I want you …” she moaned out then caught herself.

I paused, ignoring the painful pull of her hands when I tore myself away from her breasts. I looked straight up at her, seeing her eyes glazed and full of lust, and the way her teeth bit down on her lip. Her battle for control.

“What do you want?” I found her nipples again and began teasing and rubbing the hard nubs as she gasped and wriggled against me.

“I … um …” She moaned as I tugged.

“Come on, Mallory.” I dipped my head beside hers, letting my lips and tongue brush against the hollow of her ear. “Say the words, and it’s all yours.”

“I want … your fingers,” she whispered, that edge of nervousness driving me crazy.

I leaned back to see the full crimson of her face, and the innocence she had all wrapped up and hidden away. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I felt no hesitation when I slipped my hand all the way inside her jeans, my finger sliding straight through her slick lips. “You’re soaking,” I groaned out.

“Please stop speaking,” she whispered, hiding her face with her hands.

I lifted my other hand, grabbed her wrists, and pinned them above her head. She tried to fight me, but the exact second my fingers rolled over that little nub, she was like putty in my hands. She groaned and bucked her hips as I rolled my finger in lazy circles around it.

I leaned in close. “You don’t like it when I talk dirty?”

“No.”

“No, you do? Or no, you don’t?” I pushed, my finger brushing the edges of her clit, making her moan and wiggle against me.

“I don’t like it,” she clarified.

I hummed, placing my face so close to hers that there were only a few millimeters between us. “You want to know what I think?”

She shook her head, but her tiny little panting made the act she was putting up damn near cute.

“I think you like it when I talk about how I love how wet you are. How I think your clit is damn near throbbing for me to put my lips on it and suck until you scream. How my dick is aching to be in your hot pussy. I bet it’s tight. I bet when I stick my cock in you, you’re going to—”

Mallory lunged, connecting her mouth with mine with such force I might find a bruise there tomorrow. She wrapped her tongue around mine and sucked hard, forcing it out to play.

I groaned and pressed back with a force of my own, pressing her down into the bed. I was sure I tasted blood between us but didn’t care to stop. When I released her hands, they went to my hair, trapping me as if she thought I might pull back. I wouldn’t.

I pushed my finger deep inside her, moving in and out, relishing the hot moan she made in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her.

I was right about her being so fucking tight. I didn’t let myself think about how nice it would feel to have my dick in her and have her walls squeezing around me as she came in the fear I would come in my trousers right then and there.

I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I had a mission to our little game, and I wasn’t planning on giving it up yet. Therefore, I reached for the hem of her jeans and, with ease I shouldn’t have, pulled them straight off. Her panties followed within seconds, but she didn’t seem to care. She was too busy moaning and lifting her hips as I used a second finger, her wetness making it slide straight in.

“Fucking beautiful,” I groaned against her lips as I moved to her neck, finding that sweet spot and sucking hard.

She hissed, fisting my hair even tighter. I hoped I would have hair left, but at the same time, the little bite of pain was enough to keep my dick from soaking my underwear, and no way would I let myself come in my jeans like some damn teenager.

Mallory was beginning to pant harder, and I could tell she was near the edge. Her legs were now locked behind my back, her grip tightening and tightening.

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