Page 45 of The Lie
“I need more, Hunter,” I tell him, hoping he feels the same. This slow build will take me all night, and I’ll still feel like I’m trying to find the end of a rainbow. I love the chase, but I want that gold now.
“What do you need? You like it harder?”
I moan and nod.
He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me close to his mouth. He growls into my ear, “You want me to fuck you hard? I can do that. Faster? I can make you scream my name so loud the whole house will know your pussy is wrapped around my cock. I can spank your ass and play with your clit, then watch you fall over the edge…over and over until you’re satisfied. And only then will I stop.”
His palm cracks against my ass cheek, and I buck into him, his thumb finding my clit, and I cry out. And he said my mouth is wicked. Hunter can make me come just from words alone. Damn his dirty talk. Hunter is going to kill me in all the best ways.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck me, Hunter.” I don’t care who hears me. I need everything, and I need it now.
He grabs my hips, and we gain a steady rhythm, but it’s still not enough. Just as I’m about to ask, he flips us and he’s pushing my leg up beside my head and thrusting in deeply. I moan and reach for him as he starts to gain speed, thrusting over and over, bringing me closer to my climax.
“Fuck,” is all I manage to get out as my body spirals toward that goal. But before I can get there, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. “I was almost there,” I whine.
He chuckles and slaps my ass twice in quick succession. It doesn’t hurt; it’s just enough to sting, and it has me growing wetter.
Pulling on my hips until my ass is up higher, he presses on my back, my chest rubbing against the soft sheets as he enters me from behind. He’s slow, inch by inch, then he slams into me, and I call out again.
It doesn’t take long in this position. I scream out his name as he thrusts faster and wilder, my orgasm rolling over my body as I call out his name. I feel like that’s all I have. He pinches my clit, and I moan deeply into the sheets.
“I can’t hear you,” he growls from behind me, and I turn back, giving him a lazy smile. He slaps my ass and I jerk. He chuckles. “Guess I will have to do that one again.”
If that’s a challenge, I’m only too willing to accept it.
Long strokes, faster, slower—the pattern isn’t one I can anticipate, and I love it. I feel his cock swell as his movements become jerky.
“Mila,” he roars. His cock throbs inside me as he spills over the edge. My core clenches around him, and I’m right there with him, gasping for breath as my body trembles from another powerful orgasm. Hunter lets out a whole-body shiver and groans as he thrusts one last time.
He kisses my spine, and when I turn to face him, he kisses the corner of my mouth before pulling away.
He jumps up and into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I hear the water running, but it’s just too much right now. I’ve had a long day, and tonight…well, tonight has been the best workout of my life.
I’m closing my eyes when I feel Hunter rolling my body and pressing a warm cloth between my legs. Cleaning me up.
I smile lazily at him as he hands me another warm washcloth. “For your face. Sometimes, it feels nice to fall asleep with a clean face.”
And that’s true. I have makeup on, but I sleep without it. I make quick work of it, hoping I don’t look like a panda, but even if I do, Hunter doesn’t say anything. He just smiles and kisses me before taking the wet cloths and turning out the light.
Returning to bed, he pulls the covers over us and we snuggle under them. He wraps his arm around me, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as it sends me off to sleep.
EIGHTEEN
MILA
Athroat clears. “Mila.”
I blink a few times before groaning at the sunlight streaming in the window. Shutting my eyes, I quickly bury my nose into Hunter’s throat and groan at how tired I am.
“I don’t wanna get up,” I whine, and he pulls me in tighter and mumbles something.
There’s the buzzing of an alarm, and Hunter rolls to turn it off, taking his body warmth with him.
Why does he have to train so early…or watch tapes or whatever they do on Saturday mornings? It’s too early. Why didn’t we close the curtains last night? I swear they were closed when we got in here.
A throat clears again, and I hear my name.
“Mmm…babe.” Hunter nuzzles into my throat and smiles lazily. I’m a little sore all over from the fun we had last night. “You smell so good. I need to taste you again so I don’t convince myself I’m dreaming right now.” He runs his fingers down my belly and between my legs, stroking over my clit.
