Page 38 of Hunter

His index fingers land softly on the rounded swells of my hips and slide slowly upward, claiming the fabric of my tank and bra as they hook and rise. I track his progress with my eyes closed: under my arms, dipping into the valley of my inside elbow, trailing slowly to my wrists. He plucks the garments from my fingertips and throws them aside.

I’m completely naked now.

Just like him.

“Down, Bella,” he says, his palm landing on my back. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

Yes. Oh god, yes.

I lean forward, my ass in the air, my hands flattening on the bedspread.

He smooths his hand down my back, sliding it between my ass cheeks, then into the valley between my thighs. The fingerthat stroked me wet before slides without pause or permission inside my body. I push back against him, wanting more, needing to be filled. He withdraws the finger, and I mewl at its absence, only placated when two fingers fill me again, and a third rubs the pebble of my hard clit. His arm slides under my body, his other hand cupping my breast, his thumb and index finger squeezing my nipple until the sensation is so sharp, I cry out. I cum on his fingers, riding them with abandon as waves of pleasure crash over me.

He pulls his fingers from my body, and his hands land on my hips.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Please,” I beg him. “I need you. I need—”

“I know what you need,” he says, thrusting the entire length of his rock-hard cock into my pussy.

Oh. My. God.

He fills me. How he fucking fills me.

Holding my hips, he pumps into me, rocking my body with the force of his thrusts, with the raw strength of his Viking-god body. When I think he can’t possibly get deeper, he draws back and pushes into me all over again. I reach for my pussy lips and spread them wide so his balls rub against my clit with every thrust, and—fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—I feel my third orgasm growing.

He leans against me, his breath in hot puffs on the back of my neck. It’s animalistic, like a stallion breeding a mare, and I find myself so turned on by the rawness of our coupling that I tell him I’m about to come again.

“Wait,” he murmurs. “Hold on. Come with me.”

His fingers curl into my skin, almost to the point of pain. I spread my knees a little wider, and he buries himself impossibly deeper into my pussy. We are rocking in tandem now. He isn’t withdrawing anymore, just relentlessly rubbing the walls of mysex with his length in a rhythm our bodies share. He’s hard and pulsing within me, and just when I’m positive I can’t bear anymore, I feel his teeth on the back of my shoulder.

“Now, Bella!” he demands. “Now!”

Starbursts explode behind my eyes as I climax again. His seed, hot and wet, floods my pussy. Wave after wave, he pumps his cum into me, and the relief I feel—the sweet fucking perfection of the raw and feral heat we share—makes me weak.

My knees give out, and I fall flat onto the bed with Hunter on my back. Gently, he rolls onto his side, still panting from exertion and pleasure.So much fucking pleasure.

In order to share this tiny bed, I have to roll to my side, as well. We face each other, my sensitive nipples brushing his chest with every breath we take.

Our eyes lock and hold, and I feel a sudden tenderness for him that makes my heart throb. As though he feels it too, he leans forward and gently touches my lips with his. When he draws away, he stretches his arm under his head and stares back at me, looking happy.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I pillow my arm under my head and blink at him.

“Okay? ‘Okay’ doesn’t begin to cover it. Holy shit, that was hot.”

His eyes widen, and his lips curve into a cocky grin.

“Better than ‘semi’ decent?”

My pussy is still pulsing, still throbbing with lovely little aftershocks. I take a deep breath and let it go slowly.

“Way better. I’m still humming,” I tell him.

“Me too.”

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