Page 94 of Pinkie Promise

He shoves his tongue into his cheek and smirks down at me knowingly. I wiggle my ass against his thick cock and he grips the waistband at the back of my skirt, yanking me up against his arousal and grunting hard.

“Hunter,” I gasp, and two of his digits are suddenly at the back of my bra, his arm tugging roughly backwards and making the whole thing snap open.

I fall forwards onto the soft red quilt and Hunter presses his chest domineeringly into my back. He eases my bra straps down my arms, humming appreciatively as he kisses my cheek.

“You sure you haven’t done any of this stuff before?” I ask him in a little whimper, and he chuckles against my ear. He releases my wrists from the straps and then places the bra carefully on the side of the bed. His cheek ticks up as he looks at the pretty lilac cups.

“I’ve had a lot of time to fantasise,” he replies, pressing his face into my hair and taking a big shoulder-swelling inhale. His arousal jerks against my ass and I roll my lips together, preventing my moan.

“What do you fantasise about?” I ask quietly, wishing that I was brave enough to say:am I the star of your fantasies?

But Hunter Wilde can read me like a book.

He smirks against my cheek and I slap playfully at his shoulder.

“I fantasise about you, Fallon,” he rumbles, deep and placating. “I’m down so bad for you, baby.”

I squirm my behind again and ask, “Do you ever think about us doing it like this?”

His chest heaves against my back and he lowers his mouth to my neck so that he can lick possessively up the warm curve. I fall limply into the quilt and he drops right down on top of me, continuing his warm lapping while slow-thrusting against my behind.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “I wanna have this pussy from the back and play with those tits at the same time.”

“Hunter,” I whimper, twisting so that I can reach his mouth with mine. Despite the dirty things that he’s been murmuring he kisses me gently, his tongue warm and adoring.

“Can I put you on your back?” he murmurs, his palms around my ribcage making my shallow breaths even more constricted. “I gotta see you.”

I peck a series of tiny kisses over his stubble and nod my head.

He eases me onto my back, his body towering over mine, and then he looks down between us, gently cupping my naked breasts.

“I’ve been needing this so bad,” he murmurs, as he swipes his thumbs over my nipples.

I wrap my forearms over his shoulders and whisper, “I want to give you everything that you need.”

In seconds he’s grinning, and then we’re nothing but kisses and laughter until he’s pulling himself upright again, ripping his boxers down his quads and showing me just how big he is.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, my body growing weak beneath his.

He spreads his knees wide, grabbing the waist of my skirt with one hand and gripping his length with the other, and then he begins slowly pumping his fist up and down. When he’s right beneath the head he suddenly pistons his hips forwards.

“Hunter,” I moan, lost for words at the sight of him.

He yanks my skirt more roughly until I’m pressed right against him, the soft backs of my thighs knocking against the muscles of his quads. My eyebrows pinch higher as he rubs himself against my panties.

“Yeah?” he grunts, tossing himself against me now.

Warm moisture touches my thigh. I bite back a mewl.

“H-Hunter, is that… are you…”Oh my God, am I really going to say these words out loud?“Are you… coming? I felt…moisture, on your… on the…”

Hunter shakes his head and breathes out a laugh, a lazy smirk on his face as he slowly works his fist. “Pre-come,” he murmurs.

His eyes drop to my belly, making him thrust faster.

“If I was coming, you’d know about it, baby.”

“W-what?” I breathe, arching against him.

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