Page 154 of Fated to the Hunters
“Have you done it before?”
“I have.”
“And you liked it?”
“Very much, so did the woman. If it turns out you don’t enjoy it, we can stop at any time.”
“I want to try.”
“I will go nice and slow,” he hummed, sealing his lips over her clit again. He blindly reached for his backpack, fumbling through the pockets for the bottle of lube. Once he located it, he squeezed some onto his fingers and gently rubbed it into her skin. With his tongue playing with her clit the tension in her body slowly eased, her fist working his length in time with hispace. The thought of being able to fuck her bare again almost made him come on the spot.
When she completely relaxed, Mateo added more lube to his fingers and slowly pressed one finger into her. He sucked her clit harder, his tongue swirling over her little pearl and trying to take her mind away from the unavoidable burn. Only using his fingertip, he opened her up slowly and patiently while his mouth worked her clit much faster and harder. Her moans filled the air around them, bringing goosebumps to the surface of his skin.
He wanted to praise her, tell her how well she was doing, but he didn’t dare remove himself from her clit. Her fingers curled into his hair demanding that he stay exactly where he was. Scarlett took his finger so easily that he eased his second finger into her. She tensed slightly, but he used his mouth to relax her again, allowing him to open her up even further.
He was so focused on Scarlett that he barely noticed the strokes on his shaft slowing. When he added a third finger, she’d dropped her hand, no longer pleasing him. Without lifting his head, he peeked up at her and saw her head rolled back, eyes closed with a satisfied smile on her lips. She was entirely consumed by lust, and helovedseeing her like this—even more so knowing he was the one to do it to her.
His heart swelled with pride, and his blood boiled with desire. He needed her, wanted to bury himself inside her. Closing his eyes, he focused back on her, reminding himself that she—to some degree—was a precious flower, and needed all of the patience he could offer. After all, he wanted her to allow him to fuck her bare more often. If he didn’t make this experience pleasant for her, it would have the opposite effect.
With his fourth finger stretching her, he pumped into her faster. Her body shook and her moans turned into soft sweet whimpers of pleasure.
“How does it feel, beautiful?”
“Odd, but g-good.”
He chuckled, kissing her hip bone with his fingers still pumping into her. “Are you in pain?”
“Not at all.”
“Roll onto your side,” he instructed. “It will make it easier for you to take me.”
He gave her some space, and she followed his direction. He lubed himself up and waited until she laid comfortably on her side. Wrapping his arm around her, he found her clit and peppered her neck with kisses.
“Breathe,” he reminded her, feeling her body tense against him. “Focus on each breath, and my fingers on your clit.”
Patiently he waited, despite his cock’s protests. His fingers worked her clit until her muscles relaxed. He lined himself up, easing into her hole as she focused on her breathing. She took him easily, gaining an inch with each breath.
“Perfect, just like that,” he praised. She was so tight that she practically milked precum from him.
“Oh, Mateo,” she gasped, falling limp in his arms.
He stopped immediately. “Am I hurting you?”
“Oh,” she moaned, dropping her voice to a barely audible whisper. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckled, driving his hips into her ass. He’d found her sweet spot and the moment he realised that, he knew this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. He pumped faster, his dick finally relieved of the pressure he’d been fighting all day. Scarlett’s head rolled back, his lips sealing around her earlobe, sucking the skin between his teeth.
Scarlett’s body was completely slack, her lustful whimpers begging him not to stop as he fucked her tight ass. With his muscles on fire and grunts vibrating deep in his throat, he tried to prolong the inevitable. He knew he was close, but he couldn’t resist her pleas to keep going. He had no choice but to obey—shewas his to use as she pleased. Then, her moans turned into cries and she ripped his hand away from her clit.
She tightened around his cock, pulling his orgasm right out of him. He pulled out, scrambling for something to catch his cum. As much as he wanted to see his cum dripping from her, he wanted to do it when she’d have the facilities to clean up afterwards.
Mateo shook off the aftershocks, tossing his soiled underwear aside and covering Scarlett with the blanket. She was shivering, and he pulled her closer to combat the cold. “You did so well.” She turned and nuzzled herself into his side, dampening his neck with tears. “Scarlett, what happened? Are you hurt?”
She shook her head, tears now balling down her cheeks and into his shirt.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he hushed, holding her close with one arm and massaging her scalp with his other hand.
“I’m sorry.”
