Page 90 of Hunted
He presses his body into mine and he kisses me deeply, as I sigh in relief at finally getting to touch him. I thread my fingers through his hair, lightly tugging as he moans into my mouth. Even though I have kissed him recently, it hasn’t been as consuming as this. Heat builds in my core and when his hardness presses against me in just the right spot, I moan loudly. He starts kissing down my neck as I suck in deep lungfuls of breath.
“King… Kingsley, I need you.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He curls his finger under my thigh to graze my clit through my leggings.
“No, not like that,” I gasp, shaking my head and he pulls back to look at me in question.
“I wantallof you, Kingsley.”
“You want—Are you sure?”
“Definitely.” I nod my head quickly. The smile he gives me is one I’ve never seen before. It’s full of heat and satisfaction as he grips my thighs tightly.
“Hold on, if we’re going to do this, we’re doing it in a real bed where I can fuck you good and hard.” I gasp as he pulls away from the tree, and I cling to his neck, pressing my face to his shoulder as he carries us into the house.
Luckily, we don’t pass anyone as he carries me inside and upstairs to his room. He practically jumps on the bed after kicking his door shut, but before I can laugh at his eagerness, he’s kissing me again.
He quickly raises my arousal right back to where we left off outside. If anything, seeing how badly he wants me makes me even hotter for him. He kisses me with such depth and intensity, it feels like his love is pouring straight into me.
Wanting to move things along, and unsure if I can hold out much longer without having him inside me, I reach between us and fumble for a moment with his pants until I’m able to undo them. I pull my feet up and hook my toes in the waistband, pulling them and his boxers down together, leaving his lower half bare to me.
My hand quickly finds his hard cock and I squeeze it firmly, making us moan against each other as our need grows deeper. I run my closed fist up and down his solid length. The feeling of the satiny skin coveringsomething so hard, is strangely addicting. I think I could touch him for hours and not grow bored.
Wanting a reminder of how he tastes, I push at his shoulder, and he lets us flip our positions so I’m on top. I sit up and run my hands under his shirt, feeling his firm chest as I push his shirt right off him.
I smirk down, loving this reversal.
“What are you smiling about?” He grins up at me as his fingers grip my hips and he pushes up against my core.
“Feels backwards. Normally I’m the naked one.”
“Hmm. You’re right, we better fix that.” He quickly pushes my crop top right over my head, revealing my braless chest. His eyes widen in surprise for a second before he grins, his hands coming up to squeeze my chest. “No bra? I’m definitely a fan.”
He lifts his head and sucks one of my firm nipples into his mouth, making me arch into his touch. Pleasure shoots down to my core, and for a few blissful moments, I forget why I’d switched our positions to begin with.
When he moves to suck my other nipple, I grab him by the hair firmly to stop him.
Giving his confused face a soft kiss, I whisper, “It’s my turn now.”
I let go of his head and crawl down his body until his hard cock juts up right in front of my mouth.
Not wasting any time, I cover as much of him as I can with my mouth, running my tongue up and down his length as I go. Soon his hand grips my hair as he helps guide me up and down. I moan around him, which makes him groan back at me.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth feels like heaven.”
I hum around him, drawing a louder groan from his throat. A moment later, he tries to pull me off, his voice strained as he speaks through clenched teeth. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, and I’d rather come with your pussy convulsing around my dick.”
His sudden dirty talk has my pussy dripping as I lift my wide eyes to him in surprise. He takes that opportunity to move us, flipping me on to my back. He has my leggings and underwear off in seconds.
He leans over and kisses me softly before reaching to the side to pull something out of the drawer of his nightstand. I hear a crinkle and watch in fascination as he sheaths himself in a condom.
Finally. At least one of these guys remembered protection.
He lays back over me and starts circling my clit with a finger as he kisses me. I wrap my arms and legs around him and he presses two fingers into me, making me moan in approval. He pumps them in and out of me before grabbing one of my legs and raising it up, hooking my ankle over his shoulder.
It opens me up wider and the pleasure from his fingers intensifies. Soon, he pulls them out and lines his cock up with my entrance. Fixing his eyes on mine, he asks, “Ready?”
I nod, biting my lip in anticipation as his thumb rubs over my clit and he slowly pushes into me. I throw my head back with a gasp, the stretch so tight that it feels like he might not fit. He kisses my exposed throat as his thumb moves faster on my clit, and soon his hips meet mine, as he sinks himself fully into me.
