Page 50 of Capitally Unexpected

“I wanted to take this slow, make it last, but if I don’t get inside your cunt in the next few seconds, I might die.”

Not wanting my pussy to be responsible for any deaths, I reach between us and with his help work his underwear further down his thighs before he manages to kick them off. Gripping his cock tight in my fist, I move my hand up and down once before holding it up and lowering myself onto him.

“Fuck, Clyde. Michelle,” Hunter groans against my shoulder as he inches into my tightness. “You feel so good bare around my dick.” I start to lift my hips, following the urge to move, but he tightens his grip once more. “You’re going to need to give me a minute.”

He tilts his head back, eyes closed. I lean forward to graze his lips. One hand leaves my side to tangle in my hair, tilting my head right where he wants it. “Baby, I’m going to need you to move,” I mutter against his mouth, feeling I might come apart at the seams if he doesn’t.

“Anything for you,” he answers as the hand at my hips guides me upward before his hips piston up, thrusting deeper than before.

“Fuck yes,” I say, using my knees to meet his tempo. “Just like that.” Sweat breaks out on my brow, a drop running down my back under the fabric that suddenly feels restrictive instead of luxurious.

Like he’s reading my mind, Hunter pulls the offending garment up over my head and throws it to the side. His mouth latches immediately to my bare breast, biting down hard enough to leave a mark on the underside. My channel constricts in time with the pain and his gasp heats against my skin.

“Harder, please,” I manage to ask, even as my rhythm falters. Hunter takes over, moving me up and down on his cock, plunging hard and deep with each thrust. I lean back slightly, changing the angle, and then he’s hitting that spot every time.

“Yes, right there.”

Through gritted teeth, he says, “I’m going to need you to get there, Michelle. Can you come for me?”

Like my body was simply waiting for him to ask, I shatter, yelling out.

“Beautiful,” Hunter mutters, before pounding up once, twice, more before holding me tightly on his cock. It’s my turn to open my eyes as his warmth fills me, unable to look away from this man falling off the cliff into his orgasm. The visual and the pulses inside me spur an aftershock to run through my body.

No longer able to hold my body upright, I collapse forward onto Hunter’s chest, pushing him against the headboard. We stay like that, sweat cooling on our bodies as our breathing slows. All the while, Hunter’s hand strokes up and down my back.

After a while, Hunter softens enough he slips out of me, and I wince as the gush of liquid spills onto the bed.

“Don’t worry,” he says, pushing his lips against my temple. “I’ll sleep in the wet spot.” He helps me off his lap and onto my side. “I’ll be right back,” he says, slipping off to the bathroom. My eyes stay closed longer and longer with each blink, and I’m asleep before Hunter returns.

Chapter

Nineteen

Hunter

Twenty-four weeks pregnant

Iwake up to a wet heat enveloping my cock. A tongue runs up from root to tip before sucking the head into her mouth. My hips thrust up once, waking me the rest of the way up. The sight of Michelle straddling my legs with my dick in her mouth, her tits bouncing as she moves up and down my shaft, awaits me. My hand finds its way into her hair, not putting any pressure on her head, but wanting to feel her head move as she takes me as deep as she can.

Wanting to try something, I tug on the fistful of hair I’m entwined in and am rewarded with a groan vibrating the whole way to my balls. She brings me to her lips, almost letting me fall from her mouth, when she drags her teeth along a spot at the bottom of my cockhead. I reward her for the effort with another hip thrust. The resulting smile tells me that’s the response she was looking for. Suddenly, my orgasm is right around the corner.

“Mich, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I say, releasing her hair, expecting her to pull off. Instead, she takes me to theback of her throat, swallowing around the tip. That’s it for me and I’m coming down her throat. My toes curl and it’s an effort to fight the instinct to plant my legs as my soul empties into her via my dick. She swallows every drop and licks me clean until I’m too sensitive.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe out between chest heaving inhales. My spit covered cock falls against my stomach as she sits up. “Where did that come from?”

“A perk of fighting my gag reflex so often,” she says, a smug expression on her face, settling on the mattress, her legs crossed in front of her.

“Who knew?” My breaths slow, energy starting to return. “How wet did sucking me off make you?” I ask, pushing myself into a sitting position.

“Why don’t you get over here and find out,” she sasses.

“Oh, I intend to do much more than that.” I climb out of bed, answering her puzzled look by gripping a shin in each hand and unfolding her legs. Once they’re untangled from each other, I give each foot a good yank, pulling her toward me and the edge of the bed. My fingers dip into her pussy, coming back glistening. “So wet. Someone likes sucking my cock, don’t they?”

She nods, proud of how much she enjoys giving me pleasure. Luckily, that’s an interest we share.

Reaching up alongside her body, I trace a path up her stomach to the valley between her breasts with my tongue. “I’m going to need to fuck these tits before Cumulus arrives,” I say against her skin. Her breath catches, telling me she’s on board with the idea.

“But for now ...” I trail off, gripping two pillows in my hand and dragging them toward the edge of the bed while I retrace my course down her body. I drop one pillow on the ground and kneel on it. “Lift up.” I direct, patting her half on the hip, half on the side of her ass cheek. She complies and I tuck the second pillow under the lower back. “I don’t want you getting stiff, because I intend to stay down here for a long while.”

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