“Ragdolls don’t talk,” he tells me, reaching to palm one of my breasts. He pulls his hips back, then drives into me even harder. “They just lie there and get fucked.”
Arousal pools low in my gut, throbs between my thighs. For some reason, I kinda like being talked to that way.
I like what he’s doing, too, so I don’t say a word, I just lie there and get fucked.
For a while, that works.
But then I feel myself impossibly building to another climax. Hunter is slamming into me, gripping my hips hard. The friction is delicious.
“Hunter,” I say on a gasp as he drives into me so deep, I feel it in my guts.
He looks down at me, noting my breathlessness, the flush of my face. “You want to come again, baby?”
I nod my head.
He reaches a hand out and caresses my face. “Ask nicely.”
Arousal tightens my stomach muscles again. “Please. Please, Hunter, I want to come again.”
He smiles, satisfied, but then he stops fucking me.
I’m disappointed, but only until he lightly smacks my ass and tells me to get on my hands and knees.
I roll over and push myself up into position.
I feel Hunter behind me. His hands are rough on my ass as he rubs and squeezes my flesh, then he spreads me apart.
My heart drops. He’s not going to fuck me there, right?
My heart is still skittering at the possibility when, thankfully, I feel his cock enter my pussy.
I sink onto my forearms in relief.
It’s a relief to feel him filling me again, and a relief that he didn’t decide to take the other hole. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
I’m certainly ready for this, though. It feels incredible as he fucks me like this, with my ass in the air, his cock relentlessly driving into me. At this angle, the friction is so incredible. He doesn’t even have to touch my clit and I feel the pressure building, but then he reaches around and starts to play with it, anyway.
My legs shake. I can hardly hold myself up. Pleasure assaults me seemingly from two different places.
As he teases my clit, I feel tiny tremor after tiny tremor of pleasure, but as he keeps fucking me at this magical angle, I can also feel myself building to a deeper quake.
“Hunter,” I murmur, half cry, half whine.
“Let it happen, baby.”
I let out a little whimper, burying my face in the pillow as he flicks my clit. I grab overhead for something to hold onto and end up squeezing my pillow as the tremors move through my body, weakening my legs.
Then Hunter drives into me, and the big explosion happens.
At the same time, he assaults my clit.
I scream as a white hot explosion shakes my whole body. I don’t whine, I don’t whimper, I scream. My whole body convulses and writhes with abandon. I squeeze my eyes closed and just try to process the volcanic trail of pleasure moving through my body.
Faintly, I hear Hunter groan, feel his fingers dig into my hips as he drives into my convulsing pussy.
He comes inside me, but I don’t even care.
When he collapses onto the bed next to me, I’m almost too weak and satisfied to move, but I pull myself closer to him so he can hold me. I need to be close to him.
Seeming to understand, Hunter turns on his side and pulls me into his protective embrace. He lovingly caresses my hair, kissing the crown of my head and asking, “You okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur weakly.
“I thought about pulling out, but… couldn’t convince myself it was worth it.”
“It wasn’t,” I murmur against his chest. “It’s okay. I wanted you to come inside me. If I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant. Fuck it.”
Chuckling, he says, “Wow, that must have been some orgasm.”
It was.
If he asked me to marry him right now, I’d say yes.
Since he actually might if I let him onto my absolute powerlessness against him at the moment, I smile wordlessly and close my eyes.
Chapter Forty Nine
Riley
When I wake up the next morning, I’m wrapped up in Hunter’s strong arms.
He wakes up shortly after I do and starts to kiss my neck. I feel his cock hardening against my backside, and I wiggle against it to make him even harder.
Grabbing a handful of my ass, Hunter leans in and murmurs, “I think it’s time for a shower.”
I don’t think he’s really eager to get clean, but I roll out of bed and follow him anyway.
While I was unsure about shower sex walking into the bathroom, once we’re in the shower and I’m watching the water beat down on his muscular back and shoulders, watching it flow down the cut ridges of his muscular torso….
I guess it’s no surprise I wind up pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped around him, making pitiful noises of pleasure as he pounds his cock into me.