Page 65 of Educating Arrogant Mr. Hunter

In one solid motion, I thrust into her, and wet heat surrounded me, making it nearly impossible to stay still. I forced myself to pause. Wren needed to adjust to my size and her needs always came before my own. “Like that?” I gritted out.

She groaned. The sound more erotic than anything I’d ever heard before. Her hands grabbed my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. Pain mixed with pleasure. I bit back the rising need to slam into her over and over again.

“Yes,” she said, glancing up with me with heavy lids. “But I need you to move.”

I leaned up on my elbows, my gaze fixated on where we connected. My dick slowly pulled out, glistening with her juices, before slamming back in. I shuddered at the sight. It was something I could watch forever. “Your pretty pussy looks good taking my cock,” I growled and sped up my pace.

She dug her heels into my back, her shiver of delight showing me she enjoyed my dirty words. Wren lifted her hips, snapping them up to meet mine. I couldn’t stop my smug smile as her head fell back, pushing further into the mattress. I wanted everything we did to create unending pleasure for her.

Wren tightened around me, her pussy choking my dick. When she whimpered, I knew she needed more. I slipped my fingers between our bodies and pressed against her clit.

“Yes,” she moaned. “More of that.” I pressed harder on her engorged bud, needing her to come before me. I pumped my hips, the rhythm not as smooth as before as I drew closer to my release.

A keening sound left her lips, and she trembled. “I’m so close.” Her wide-eyed expression of shock swirled with the heat of desire. It made me once again want to pound sense into her previous partners. Had they no concept that your release was that much sweeter after she’d been taken care of? Clearly not.

I lifted her hips at an angle and drove into her again, deeper this time. Her insides sucked at me, not completely letting go as I moved in and out. I continued to flick at her clit and pound into her. I wanted to stay like this forever. Our bodies joined until the end of time.

“Yes, like that. Don’t stop,” she grunted, and tossed her head from side to side.

I gently brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her cheek, wanting to see the exact moment she orgasmed. A moment later I was rewarded for my patience when her head tipped back and she bit her lower lip. My breathing sped up as her thick thighs clamped down so hard around me that I could barely move. I shifted my hand to clutch her hip as her body further tightened and arched off the bed.

She was so damn stunning with my name on her lips and her body tangled with mine. Her loud cry of release echoed in the room as I kissed my way up her neck, needing to keep her close. When her legs loosened their grip, I slammed into her. She whimpered as her core clenched with tiny aftershocks pulsing around my cock.

My body jerked, unable to hold back any longer. Ecstasy flooded through me, and spots danced before my eyes. “Fuck,” I ground out. I grabbed her hips and pulled them hard into me. My muscles locked up as my release hit me, and my cock jerked inside her, each rope of cum filling the condom, making me wish for one second that it didn’t exist between us.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, careful not to crush her with my weight. I ran my finger through her hair and touched our foreheads together. “That was incredible,” I wheezed, my lungs still gasping for air.

“It was,” she said, so softly I barely heard her.

I lifted my head and caressed her cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

She stiffened in my arms and pushed at me.

The fast change in her temperament and demeanor was shocking enough that I rolled to the side when her hands hit my chest. My cock slid from her warm body, and I laid there, stunned. Before she could get too far, I wrapped my fingers around her arm and tugged until she lay unmoving by my side.

“What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing.” She frantically shook her head, her lips pressed tight together.

A stab of anxiety shot through my chest. I didn’t know how, but I hurt her. I pulled Wren into my arms, ignoring the grunts of frustration coming from her when I wouldn’t let go.

“I’ll let you go once you explain,” I demanded.

“There’s nothing to explain,” she sniffed.

I leaned back far enough to see her face. Tears tracked down her cheeks, and panic rose inside me again. “Please,” I pleaded with her.

She stilled in my arms. I wasn’t sure if it was my use of please, or if she grew tired. Her body slumped against mine.

Everything was fine until I commented on her beauty. Had I offended her with my compliment and made her doubt my sincerity? “Was it because I called you beautiful?”

She stiffened back up.

So that triggered it. “Why that word?”

She let her forehead rest on my chest. “I don’t want my beauty to be the only thing that makes me desirable.”

I paused, working to decipher the layers and nuances of her words. “When I say you’re beautiful,” I ignored the flash of pain in her eyes, needing to continue before I lost her attention, “I mean here.” I laid my hand over her heart and waited until she looked me in the eye. “Here.” I shifted my hand to the top of her head. “And here.” I caressed her cheek.

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