Page 24 of Sinfully Mine

“Naughty girl. Stay still.”

He pulled out, then slowly pushed in. In and out, never deeper than the crown. He was teasing me, drawing this out, and playing by his rules, just like he mentioned a few minutes earlier.

I smacked the pillow above my head. “Hunter!”

As his name left my lips, he filled me in one glorious, brutal thrust. Something I couldn’t understand, not quite forming a word, released from my lips. I think he fucked me stupid. Another giggle fell from my mouth.

Shit. Why was that funny?

“What’s so amusing, my Gracey girl?” His hips pistoned against mine, driving hard and fast, nearly pounding my body into the bed as the headboard bounced off the wall.

God, where did he learn to fuck like this? It was too good. He kept hitting that perfect, deep spot inside me, and I felt fluid trickle onto the sheets.

“I think you might be fucking every thought in my head into oblivion.”

His dark chuckle vibrated his chest against my back as he lowered, draping over my spine, still moving his hips andthrusting as the angle nearly made me see stars. “That’s a fun concept. Whenever you get upset with me in the future, I’m going to flip you onto your stomach, feast on your pussy, and then fuck you until you can’t remember what happened.”

“Hunter,” I scolded.

“You’re gonna come, baby. I can feel it. You’re gripping my cock so fucking hard.”

I could feel it, too. My body responded to his in a way I had never experienced with anyone else. And I didn’t care to compare it. All I knew was that Hunter stretched me in a pleasurable burn, and his thick cock filled me so full that I knew I’d be sore for days. That didn’t bother me, either.

It only took a few more strokes before I cried out, tipping over the edge as I felt him join me, grunting into my ear before he shuddered. His release spilled inside me, and I never thought to discuss birth control or safety. Somehow, I knew he was clean, and we didn’t have to worry about previous partners.

Although, I hadn’t been with anyone in over a year.

Whatever his past conquests consisted of, I didn’t want to know. I cared about what happened from now on. The past could stay there. Nothing good ever came from revisiting it. Not when couples discussed their sexual history.

Hunter dropped a few kisses on my shoulder before pulling out. He scooped me into his arms and headed toward his bathroom. “We need to clean up and get some sleep. Gonna be a long day tomorrow.”

Sounded good to me.

I thought he’d do his thing, and I’d take care of myself. I was wrong. He started the water and checked the temperature with his hand on my hip the entire time. Once he was ready, he entered the shower and gently pushed me beneath the spray, proceeding to wash me from head to toe, including my hair. He never skipped a single inch.

I’d never met a man who felt secure in the fact that he could massage a woman’s scalp and conditioner into her long locks. I felt pampered and adored as he rinsed the soap from my body, gazing into my eyes like I was his heartbeat and without me, he couldn’t survive. Was it intense? Oh yeah.

But I could grow addicted to his gentle care. When you added in his huge cock and deep, sexy voice, I was hooked.

“You’re thinking about my cock again, Gracey girl.”

“How did you know that?”

“Because,” he laughed, “you get this hungry look in your bottomless brown eyes that immediately makes my dick hard.” He gestured to his swollen cock as it bobbed between us. “Instant erection.”

“I think I might be a little too sore for that right now.”

Hunter shrugged. “I can wait until you want it.”

“I want it now,” I pouted.

He snickered. “Okay, I’ll wait until your pussy decides for us.”

“That I can live with.”

In less than twenty minutes, I was warm and dry, snuggled beneath the covers and resting my head on Hunter’s shoulder. He pulled my leg over his and held me, smoothing his fingertips over my back beneath the blanket.

My eyes fluttered. “I’m sleepy.”

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