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“Your lips look so juicy. I want to…” His mouth swallows my words as it crashes onto mine just as his long finger pushes inside of me, forcing me open.
I part my lips on a silent scream, and his tongue invades my mouth while his finger starts thrusting. Soon another one slides inside, and I’m flying.
His cock rubbing against mine, lips devouring me, and fingers fucking me kill all rational thoughts. I suck on his delicious tongue and bite his plump lower lip before licking it better.
“You like my fingers inside you? You’re so fucking wet.” He crooks them, brushing my prostate, and small fireworks set off in my dick. “Keep pumping my cock. Such a good fuck toy. I’ll let you drink my load if you come first.”
Yes, I want to taste him again.His words spur me on, and I sync the pump of my hands on our dicks with the movement of his fingers. The pleasure doubles. A prickling, tingling sensation spreads all over me, concentrating in my balls and throbbing dick. It’s mind-blowing. I can’t stop the pending climax anymore.
“Just like that. Keep feeding that pussy. Such a hungry hole. Does it want another finger?” he whispers darkly against my lips.
I nod, unable to utter a word. One single thrust on his three digits, and I’m coming so hard, my jizz reaches his neck and chin as my vision becomes unfocused. This kind of rapture can kill a man. But what a way to go.
When I come back down from O-city, Hunter is sucking hard on my neck. He moves back, and his glassy eyes fasten on the bruise he surely left there. The dull pain on my skin makes me smile big, and his gaze lifts to my lips.
His hand is stroking his cock in a fast tempo, and I feel my spent one jerking at the hot sight.
“Ready for your first load?”
I nod eagerly. The image has extra saliva filling my mouth.
“Wrap those pretty lips around my cock then, and fill your belly,” he growls. As soon as I kneel between his thighs, his cockhead is inside my mouth, shooting cum. I swallow until there’s nothing left and still suck and lick on his slit. His large hand fists and releases my hair as he grunts and groans.
“Best I’ve ever tasted.” I wink at him before taking his cock back inside my mouth. I sigh contently. I love the feel of his weight there. The smooth texture. The smell of jizz and Hunter.
“For as long as we do this, you are my bitch. Nobody else touches you. Are we clear?” he suddenly says. He looks serious.
The insulting way he talks about me should vex me, but it just makes me shiver with fresh desire. Still, I turn a glare his way.
“Stop pretending you don’t like it, Red, especially while slurping my softening cock like it’s the sweetest lollipop.”
I’m doing that, aren’t I? The acknowledgment doesn’t make me let go. I actually hollow my cheeks and moan with satisfaction when a drop of cum lands on my tongue.
“Fuuuuck!” He’s running his hand through my hair, and I close my eyes for a second, trying to hide the bliss those gentle fingers are causing. “If I ask you to bend over and give me that tight cunt right now, you would.”
So true. I’m fucked. But he isn’t immune to me either. I suck hard on the fat head, making him hiss and grip a handful of my hair.
“Are we clear?” He pulls me off his impressively hardening cock and lightly slaps me on the face with it. One cheek, then my lips. Damn, why do I like that?
“Are we?” He traces my mouth with the head, and my tongue darts out and twists around it, tearing a another groan from his throat.
I make an exaggerated slurping sound. “Crystal, Grizzly. And the same goes for you. Now let me the fuck go.” His hand drops, but as soon as I’m standing again, he pulls me between his thighs.
A breath before my hands fall on his shoulders fear assaults me. But then my palms are hit by the warmth of his skin and the slow rise and fall of his breathing. A sigh filled with immense relief leaves me, and I let out a short laugh.
“My senses are still working,” I murmur with wonder.
“Good.” Hunter has a small satisfied smile on his lips. Um.Don’t know how to interpret that.
I bend down and clean off my cum from his neck and chin, sucking a little on the mark I left there yesterday.
“I taste good on you,” I whisper saucily.
He hisses my name—my full name—and his fingers curl around my neck, pulling me down when I smirk smugly at him.
Then he kisses me. His lips are so warm, wet, and big, they envelop mine completely in a very dirty, open-mouthed kiss.
A loud whistle makes us part and turn toward the house. The white curtains on the French windows are slightly open, and the rude one is there, glaring, while Hollywood blond is giving us the thumbs-up.
