Page 63 of Educating Arrogant Mr. Hunter

I took her hands within mine, anchoring them above her head, lightly trapping them against the pale green painted wall. “I want tonight to be perfect for you.”

An emotion flashed across her eyes so fast I couldn’t discern what it was, and I promptly forgot about it when she spoke. “Having your body press mine into the bed, filling me with your cock, will make it perfect.”

Hot damn, her words stirred up the fire that raged within me. “What if I want you on your hands and knees, so I can pound into you from behind, my hands gripping your ass so hard I leave marks, telling any other SOB I laid claim?” I had no idea where these words were coming from and some primitive part of me meant every single one.

A guttural moan left her lips. “Do it.”

I forced myself to go slow when every instinct said to take her right here. Gently, I released her hands and smoothed a palm down the side of her dress until I reached the hem. With my eyes never leaving hers, I dragged that hand beneath her clothing and up her inner thigh. She gasped when my fingertips traced her already damp panties. Her thighs tightened in anticipation, while I rubbed over the lacy fabric, her hips rocking into my touch.

“Relax,” I whispered, and gently spread her legs wider.

Her breaths came out faster. “Stop going so slow,” she groaned.

I grinned, a self-satisfied smirk, and hooked a finger around the seam of the soft satin and lace, yanked them to the side a second before my fingers slid through her waiting lips. A mewling sound left her throat as I coated myself in her wetness.

“Beckett,” she murmured.

“You’re drenched,” I growled, my voice deepening along with my desire. I wanted nothing more than to do as I taunted earlier and throw her over my shoulder and sprint up the stairs to my bedroom.

She jolted as I circled her clit, and I watched her lower lip slide into her mouth and her teeth sink into it. “Faster,” she instructed. I relished her demands. They told me she wanted this, me, just as much as I wanted her.

“You are so damn sexy when you tell me what you want.” Her eyes fluttered, surprise echoing in their depths. Anger barrelled into me. Fuck all the guys before me who left her wanting. I’d show her that a real man needed her to be satisfied well before he was. I wouldn’t accept anything less for her.

My thumb took over, rubbing her engorged nub as my finger stroked up and down her slit, circling her entrance, but never entering her.

A wild look settled in her eyes. She grabbed my biceps, her fingers digging in to hold herself upright. The thought of her nails raking across my skin and leaving their mark had my cock pulsing furiously against my zipper.

She rocked her hips back and forth. “Please,” she begged.

Continuing to taunt her, I slowly slid one finger inside her, curling it and rubbing her g-spot. I pushed the second in, letting her core stretch and clench around me. With the thrust of her hips guiding me, I sped up, plunging into her over and over. Her wetness dripped down my hand as I crooked my two fingers in a come-hither gesture and rubbed the spot that had her body tensing.

Wren let out a low wail as she trembled and slipped down the wall. Satisfaction surged within my chest that I made her lose control. I grabbed her hip before she got too far and held her upright. I cocked my brow, asking her without words what she wanted me to do.

“Keep going,” she cried out, her grip on my arms tightening to a point where I gleefully hoped there would be bruises. A mark left behind,herclaim of possession.

I licked her neck, the taste uniquely her, a taste I was beginning to crave. My teeth grazed her earlobe as her pussy quivered around me. She was so damn close. I flicked at her clit and pumped faster.

A whimper broke free, and her head slammed into the wall behind her. Her back arched, drawing her lower half flush with mine.

“Come for me,” I demanded in her ear.

The muscles in her core contracted, gripping me tight. I’d been waiting for this moment. A deeply rooted part of me needed to have her come apart like this in my arms. To know that I satisfied her like no other. That this moment was etched into her being just as it was in mine. One we’d never forget. My mouth captured her scream of release, my fingers relentlessly moving inside her as her orgasm swept through her.

I thrust my tongue into her mouth and moaned as hers frantically circled mine. The sounds she made, muffled by our mouths fused together, made me want to roar in triumph. My aching balls tightened, and my hips snapped forward, cursing the barrier of my pants that lay between us. Need rose in me like the hottest blaze, clouding my brain.

Wren tore her lips from mine and shuddered again before slumping bonelessly against me, her head tucked into the crook of my shoulder.

Her insides squeezed me as I pulled free, as though tempting me to stay right there.

She lifted her head, the fire reigniting in her eyes, as I popped my fingers into my mouth and sucked them. I slowly withdrew my hand and groaned, “I love how you taste.”

Her breath caught, and she whimpered again. “I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, leaning heavily on me.

“You don’t need to,” I told her and lifted her into my arms. She nuzzled my neck as I bound upstairs to the second floor. Her ass taunted my dick with each step, rubbing the hardened flesh and tormenting me with its roundness. An animalistic sound tore from my throat as visions of her bent over my bed, that delectable ass pointing up at me, filled my thoughts.

My arms tightened around her and I grit my teeth. Each step was a delicious torture all in itself. I hurried into my bedroom, my feet eating up the short distance in seconds. The moment I was close enough, I dropped down to sit on the bed, letting Wren’s legs drop down beside my thighs to straddle my lap. I dropped my chin to the juncture of her throat and drew in a deep breath. Her light floral scent with the hint of apples drove me crazy.

She rolled her hips. The move drew any remaining blood south as my dick cheered at how close it was to her pussy and cried that it still wasn’t close enough. I held her tight, bucking my hips in response. A raspy moan left my mouth as we found the perfect rhythm to tease each other with what was to come. The weight of her body grounded me and heightened the desire buzzing through me all at the same time.

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