Page 61 of Twisted Minds

“I thought—” Words die on my lips as he takes his own shirt off, displaying so much beautiful tanned skin, his body wash clouding the space between us. My hands instantly go to his chest, feeling the soft hair on his pecs.

“You thought what, my filthy boy?” His deep voice vibrates through my ear, lighting up my veins.

“I thought . . .” I bite back a moan as he sinks to his knees, rucking his jersey up my waist and kissing along my stomach. “I thought you didn’t like them.”

Hunter pauses, looking up at me. My face flames. Slowly he rises back to his feet, cupping my jaw and tilting my eyes to look at him. The touch is surprisingly sweet. A complete contrast to the roughness he came in here with. “Those pictures . . .” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Baby, those pictures were the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” He kisses me hard, picking back up the intensity he brought in here with him. “I want that video burned into my brain.”

Kissing his way across my neck, he growls. “The way you screamed my name as you came . . .” Hunter pops the button of his jeans. “There’s just one very big problem.”

Slowly he slides his zipper down, revealing the very obvious bulge in his briefs and the head of his cock peeking out the top. I feel like I’m shaking. Hunter drops back to his knees, pushing the jersey up. I hold it up as he leans in, mouthing along my clothed member, dragging the tip of his tongue along my cock over the top of the fabric.

“What’s the problem?”

“I haven’t seen it in person yet.” He looks up from under thick lashes. “Is it still inside?”

Swallowing, I nod. Without another word he slips my boxers off, and my erection springs free, hitting him on the chin. Wrapping his lips around my cock, he swallows me to the hilt, gagging as I hit the back of his throat.

My knees grow weak as he sucks me slowly, the soft suction of his warm mouth just what I craved. Pulling off with a pop, he jerks me before squeezing the head of my cock and licking the precum dripping from the crown. “I want to see it.”

Hesitating only for a moment, I turn for him, trying to look over my shoulder as I struggle to watch him. But I feel him. His hands rub over my cheeks, grabbing and kneading my ass. “My dirty boy.” He spreads me wide, groaning. “Jesus, look at you. Wrapped around this toy so perfectly.” He takes the toy, drawing it out, watching my rim catch then pulling it before letting my hole suck it back in. “Did you buy this just for me?”

I nod, moaning as he plays with the toy. Tiny zaps of electricity heat my skin. My cock is already painfully hard, and when he twists the toy, I yelp. Standing back up, he covers me with his body, his arms wrapping around my waist, smoothing down my stomach to take my cock in his hand. “What do you want?” His breath ghosts over my ear.

Dripping precum onto the floor, I nearly vibrate with the need to come. He’s barely touched me and I’m already on edge. Hunter reaches between my cheeks, taking the toy and slipping it out. It drops with athwack.

I don’t even have time to breathe, groaning as his fingers replace the toy, stretching me open. “Where’s the lube?”

“Drawer, nightstand.”

Hunter goes over to the nightstand, but I’m still pressed against this wall. I feel frozen, like I can’t move. Hunter looks inside my drawer, grabbing the lube and walking back over before he pauses with a grin. My eyes follow the direction of his until I see what he does.

“Move over there.”

“No, I—” Cocking an eyebrow, he waits for my submission, and I give in, walking to my floor-length mirror and bracing my hands on either side. I’m weak. Hunter loses his pants and boxers as he walks toward me. His cock hangs hard and heavy between his legs.

I try to look away, but I don’t have a choice as one of his hands snakes up my neck, gripping my chin and forcing me to look at myself. “I want you to watch your gorgeous face as I fuck you.” He kisses the middle of my shoulder blades and spreads my legs wider with his foot. His cock presses to my hole. I moan loudly as he fills me, the shock of the ache so damn good.

I try to flinch out of his grip but it’s no use. All I can do is look. Swollen lips. Bite marks. The hungriest look in my eyes. I need this. I was made for this. For him. Everything feels so right being so full of him. “Look how sexy you look with me inside you.” He rocks into me. My palms rest on either side of the mirror.

I’m so full; it feels so good. Every time he slides in and nearly bottoms out it makes me tremble. Soft moans leave my lips. Every time my eyes flutter closed, drunk on this feeling, he gently slaps my cheek. “Hunter,” I moan out.

“Look at you. Look how gorgeous you are.” My legs tremble but he holds me steady. “Do you know how badly I wanted to sink into this perfect hole when I got those pictures? How badly I wanted to fuck you and hear you scream my name in person? It made me so fucking hard.”

He picks up the pace, our skin colliding in an erotic echo. This angle gives him a perfect path to my prostate. Unrestrained moans spill from my lips. He fucks me deeper, and each rough snap of his hips makes my stomach tighten. I feel him thicken inside me, and it’s only now I notice he’s bare. Lost in the moment, I hadn’t even realized, but now that I do it’s all I can think about—how good he feels. I want his cum. I want to feel him inside me, I want to feel him dripping down my thighs.

Hunter reaches between my legs and jerks me fast. “I’m gonna come,” I moan.

He thrusts faster and my toes curl against the floor. “Not yet.” His movements become sloppy as he squeezes the base of my cock, rolling his hips into me hard. I want to let go. “I want you to say my name.”

The pressure in my balls becomes unbearable. “Hunter, please,” I whimper.

“Louder. Who do you belong to?”

“Hunter!” I cry out as he slides against that spot again.

“Louder,” he growls in my ear.

I can’t take any more. Fire burns in my belly. The pressure is too much. “Hunter, please!” I yell, crying out in relief as he jerks me fast and fills my hole. I come and can’t stop coming against the mirror. My legs nearly give out with the pleasure of it. Holy fucking shit. Looking up, I watch myself—my heaving chest, the red marks littered over my skin. My glassy eyes look down at my spent cock still dripping cum onto the floor. My eyes squeeze tight, and I feel a tear snake down my cheek.

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