Page 36 of In The Dark
“Your flattery knows no bounds.” Hunter adjusts my position until my ass cheeks hang over the edge of the table. He brings my knees to my chest, one hand holding my thigh. “We’ll go slow and make it fit.” Three fingers are back inside me, and my back arches. “Perfect. Just like that, sweetheart. Let’s get you ready for my cock.”
He takes his time. He adds a fourth finger and I moan, the angle letting him get deeper than before. It’s even better now, my body used to him and appreciative of every jolt of indulgence he brings me.
Just when I’m on the cusp of another orgasm, his fingers fall away. I look down between my legs, watching him line his cock up with my pussy. I inhale sharply as he slowly pushes at my entrance, the stretch somewhere between mind-numbing pain and divine satisfaction.
“Fuck.” I close my eyes and gasp through the discomfort. Hunter freezes, waiting as I adjust to the new addition. “Move, Hunter. Please. I need—I want to feel you.”
Hunter rocks forward, his chest inches above mine. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, can smell a hint of his cologne. One hand rests next to my head while the other moves to my throat, his long fingers pressing against my windpipe. My eyes fly open, meeting his questioning gaze, and I nod, conveying my approval when the touch at my neck tightens.
“Going to give you more,” he slurs.
“Are you all the way in?” I ask, my voice cracking when his movements turn rough. “I’m so full.”
“Only halfway, angel,” he answers, and my laugh is splintered. “You’re doing so well. We’re almost there.”
“Harder,” I grit out. The hand at my neck squeezes and I moan, clawing at his back. “I can take it. And if not, death by your dick wouldn’t be the worst way to go.”
“Like this?” Hunter barks out a laugh and slams into me, and I almost black out. “Yeah. Just like that. Perfect fucking cunt taking every inch of me.”
Everything he does is intentional, from the roll of his hips that allows him to bury his cock in me, all the way to the hilt, to the way he spits in his hand, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit. It’s messy, desperate hunger in every bruising thrust. The hand at my throat moves to the back of my head, protecting my skull from bumping against the hard wood of the table when he drives into me with a particularly primal snap of his hips.
“Where should I come?” he asks through clenched teeth. “Your stomach? Your tits? Your mouth?”
“Why not in me?” I put a hand on the curve of his ass, urging him to increase the intensity of his pace to match my racing heart. He almost roars when I tease my finger along his crack. “Make me yours, Hunter.”
I don’t know what I’m saying, only that I want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.
“Youaremine, Max.” With a quick circle of his palm right against me, I break apart. My orgasm races up my spine as I cry out his name. “Fuck. Who does this cunt belong to? Tell me while you drench my cock, angel.”
“You,” I sob. A wave of emotion crashes over me, the aftershocks racking my body. “It’s yours.”
“That’s right, baby. And you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to fill you up with my cum and send you back to your friend with it dripping down your leg.”
A second burst of pleasure grips me, each word a sparkle of ecstasy. Color bursts behind my vision. I watch the thorough way he fucks me, mesmerized when his thighs flex. My eyes snap to his face, relief in the hook of a small smile and the way he whispers my name.
“Give me all of it, Hunter. Make a mess of me.”
That tips him over the edge, his body nearly collapsing onto mine. His cock pulses inside me, cords of warm release filling my pussy. His groan is guttural, yanked from him when he lets out a labored breath and buries his face in my neck.
“You’ve murdered me, Max, and I don’t even have a will in place. So inconsiderate.”
I giggle. “I’m sorry.” My palms run across his back, rubbing circles over his shoulders. “Do you forgive me?”
“I’m about to give you the keys to my house and my motorcycle and access to my entire bank account. Mercy.” He nibbles on my earlobe, and I squeal. “Careful, angel. I don’t want you to waste a drop.”
Hunter stands to his full height. He puts a hand around his cock and pulls out of me, our groans simultaneous at the loss of contact. Stepping back, he looks between my legs, a smug grin sprouting on his mouth.
“Like what you see?” I ask, and he hums.
“Fucking love what I see.”
“I have no clue what happens next.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is my first time hooking up with someone in a break room at party. Do we walk out of here together? Do I pretend I don’t know who you are? Is everyone going to know I just had the best sex of my life?”
“Best, huh? I’ve always liked being in first place.”
