Page 25 of Dear Mr. Hunk: A Steamy Standalone Instalove

My balls are burning. My chest is thumping. My whole universe is aiming itself toward this woman, this angel, and her alone.

“And you don’t?” she murmurs, trying for a joking tone, but I can tell she’s feeling the significance of what’s about to happen as much as I am.

“Call it a SEAL superpower.” I walk across the room slowly, my hands trembling at my sides. “You really do look so. Damn. Beautiful. Lorelei, come here.”

She makes a soft moaning sound as I loop my hands around her hips and pull her right up against me. I can feel the lust scorching through her, making her skin hot. My manhood stirs and somehow becomes even harder, as I lean down and crush my lips against hers.

She whimpers and for a second I think she’s going to say something. But then she relaxes into the kiss, her mouth opening in time with mine. Her hands loop around my shoulders and her body trembles, as though there’s a primal compulsion within her as hungry as mine.

I snarl through the kiss, guiding her across the room to the plush couch.

She giggles when I softly push her back. Landing on the cushions, she looks up at me in that wide-eyed innocent way that threatens to make me lose all control.

Warning myself to take it slow, I sink to my knees in front of her, staring in complete captivation at her in the night sky dress.

“You’re perfect,” I growl. “I can see how badly you want this. I can smell it in the air, which should be insane. It should make no sense. But I’m done questioning if things make sense with you. It’s time we let instinct lead the way.”

She bites her lip, as though she doesn’t understand how crazy that makes me. Again, I’m sure she’s about to say something, but then she nods, squeezing her legs together at the same time.

She’s eager for my touch, her sex screaming at her as deafeningly as my manhood roars at me.

I glide my hands up her legs slowly, under the hem of her dress, grab her panties and pull them down, forcing myself not to go too fast. She makes the most adorable, sexiest moaning sounds as the fabric of her panties slides down her thighs.

“Fuck, fuck,” I growl when she’s lying there bottomless, her pretty pink pussy on full display for me.

Her hole is already wet, glistening, and her lips look engorged and swollen with her desire. I couldn’t turn back now even if I wanted to.

Screw taking it slow.

I need to taste her. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t.

The closeness we’ve shared during our date has hammered it into me with even more certainty. I have to claim her.

“You better be ready to get wet baby,” I sigh huskily, peppering kisses along her inner thigh, her tangy scent swirling around me.

Grabbing her legs in greedy handfuls, I bring my face to her pussy, inhaling ravenously as I take in the scent of her sex, sure her womb is sending me signals.

“Mmm.” She shifts, rubbing her legs together. “Oh, Bennet…”

I pry her legs apart, holding her in place as I press my face against her sex.

There’s no way to hold back, not when she’s making those gasping pleasure filled sounds.

I suck on her clit, bring it into my mouth, and press my tongue against it. Her noises get even more enthralling as I begin to swirl my tongue in frenetic circles around, assailing her over and over again.

Slipping my hand even higher, I rub my finger around her hole, feeling how insanely wet she is. She croaks and shivers when I slip it inside, pushing all the way to the knuckle, all the while still licking her tasty-as-fuck clit.

Her hips begin to buck when I release her clit and completely indulge myself.

I snarl as I lick up and down her pussy, from her clit to her hole, swirling my finger in circles deeper inside of her.

Her slit is tight around my finger, giving me a preview of what she’ll feel like when I’m buried up to the hilt inside of her.

The pressure inside her young hot body makes her hips writhe with even more urgency, as I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit, addicted to the taste of her, to the euphoria-filled noises she makes.

“You’re close,” I growl.

It’s not a question. I don’t need to ask her. I know how close she is.

She must’ve been on the edge all evening, the horny girl.

I slide my free hand underneath her, squeezing onto her ass, feeling her voluptuous curvaceousness, grinding my hand hard so there’s more pressure between my mouth and her sex.

And then it’s like I can sense the orgasm coming.

She pauses, her moans turning hollow and breathy.

I lick her faster, knowing that soon she’s going to erupt and gift me with her sticky ecstasy.

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