I can’t stop staring at his thick cock. It is dark and curved and begging to be kissed. Although I am shy about how my oral performance may be, I can’t stop the craving inside of me, the deep, unexplainable urge to take his cock deep into my mouth.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper, my eyes never leaving his dick as a low growl leaves his broad chest.
He stalks towards me, stopping at the edge of the bed and grabbing one of my hands. He places it around his cock and lets me explore, my hand moving with tentative strokes as I revel in his heat. He lets out a groan, urging me on as I bend down to lick his crown, his salty taste branding itself on both my tongue and my mind.
“Not for long, I already know I won’t last,” he hisses as I run my tongue along his length, my eyes drifting to his.
“You have a lot of confidence in me,” I joke, but his eyes darken seriously.
“I’ve been dreaming about that strawberry mouth wrapped around my cock since I first saw you, Alison. Trust me when I say, I won’t last.” He groans, my mouth wrapping around his solid length as I take him in slowly, sucking him deep in one long pull.
He twitches and his hands immediately go to my shoulders, gripping them tight as I back away in alarm, his cock dropping from my mouth.
“I’m sorry! Did I do something wrong?” I ask, afraid that I’ve hurt him by accident.
His answer is a long moan and a push of his hips, the tip of his sex brushing against my lips.
“No, flower. It felt good, too damn good. Take me again, all the way to your throat,” he growls and I do.
I suck him back in slowly, letting his cock hit my uvula as I gag slightly and moan from the fullness. I repeat my movements, going fast and sucking harder as his hands grip me tight and his hips shake.
He pulls away from me, his cock swollen and wet as he sits on the bed. He pulls me over his lap, my body straddling him as his cock nudges at my wet entrance.
“You’re going to ride me, beauty, however you want, in whatever way makes you moan. I want to watch you come apart on my cock,” he says, his voice pure gravel as he stares at me with dark eyes.
I place my hands on his shoulders, angling my hips as one of his hands wraps around his thick sex before he finally guides it inside me, nice and slow. We both moan from the contact, the feeling too full and tooright.I start to move, circling my hips and groaning from the feel of his cock hitting every sensitive angle inside of me. His thighs push up and urge me to bounce, so I do. I bounce slow and hard, the head of his dick hitting my cervix each time our flesh meets. I rise and fall on him, broken cries leaving my lips as I stare into his dark blue eyes.
He wraps a hand in my hair, pulling my face to his as he groans against my lips, his muscles bunching beneath my hands. There’s a myriad of emotions crossing his beautiful features, from lust to wonder to an emotion that I cannot name because to me, it looks a lot like love.
“Hunter…” I gasp, the feeling too intense, too overwhelming as his eyes stare back at me.
“I know, baby. Just feel it. That’s all we can do. Just let this unfold and give yourself to me. I promise I got you,” he says, his voice raw with emotion as I shake with need.
My hips stutter and I feel my orgasm start to rise from deep within my womb, my movements now erratic as I continue to ride him. I grip him tight and cry out, my pussy fluttering around his cock.
“I got you, Ali. I got you,” he says, unleashing my impending climax.
I leave my body in that instant. I am floating somewhere half between heaven and hell, and I don’t really mind because the feeling is amazing and the view is unimaginable as Hunter quakes beneath me. He comes deep, pushing all the way in and roaring like an animal as we collapse on the bed together. A tangle of flesh and bones, filled with an emotion that neither of us wants to name.
40
I layon Hunter’s chest and gorge myself on the peace that his steady breathing brings me.
He draped his silk duvet over us and tangled his hands in the strands of my hair, smoothing them back and twirling the curls around his thick fingers. It is late and the only light in his room is both from the small lanterns and the moonlight creeping in from the window. I can’t remember the last time I felt this peaceful, all I know is that I don’t want it to end.
“I was nine years old when my mother died,” he says suddenly, stunning me with his open admission.
I tilt my head back and look up at him, eyes wide as I stare at his beautiful, bearded face.
“Hunter, I’m sorry. You don’t have to-”
“No, I want to. I want to tell you everything that I can so that you don’t doubt what I feel for you anymore, Ali,” he says, kissing my forehead before I lay my head back down on his chest, waiting for him to continue.
“She had cancer, breast cancer actually. She was sick for a while and really only had me to take care of her since my dad had the ranch and his…afflictions. The doctors couldn’t do much after a while. She passed on a Sunday morning. I only remember this because I tried to wake her up for church and she was just…cold. Blue and cold,” he says in a dark voice, tears pricking my eyes as I listen in silence, my hand rubbing circles in his dark chest hair.
“I pretty much worked on the ranch after that. Before I went to school and then immediately after. I didn’t mind for a while because I’ve always loved the animals, that’s why I did it and why I continue to do it, because if I’m not there for them, no one else really is and they don’t deserve that.” He pauses to plant a kiss to my hair, sighing deeply as his mind wanders in the silence of his bedroom.
“I guess I started to get tired in high school. I wanted to hang out with my friends, go on dates, do things that a normal teenager should do instead of spending all of his spare time covered in cow shit. I grew angry at my father, and we fought a lot. There was no way he was going to let me go and if I left for no reason, I would never be allowed back. No matter how fucked up he is, I couldn’t risk that.” He sighs, going mute.