Slipping one hand under his swollen balls, I cup him, rubbing and squeezing and stroking until he’s panting like a cornered animal. Until his fingers are twisting hard in my hair and he’s calling out my name with each thrust of his cock into my mouth.
Tears leak from my eyes, run down my cheeks—a by-product of having him so deep for so long—and still I don’t let up.
My jaw aches, my lips and mouth and tongue threaten to go numb under the fast, brutal pace of his hips jacking against them, and still I don’t finish him. If this is all I’m ever going to have of Hunter, then I’m going to make it last. Going to relish every second of it.
But then he’s reaching between us, cupping my breast in his hand. Stroking and pinching and pulling at first one nipple and then the other through my blouse and bra. It’s too much stimulation, too much pleasure, and for a moment I forget how to breathe.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Hunter grates out as he pinches my nipple between two fingers and then flicks his thumbnail across the very tip of it again and again and again. “Let me get you there, too.”
I’m already there, and would have told him so if my mouth wasn’t still stuffed with his cock. My clit burns, my pussy throbs, and my whole body feels like it’s on the verge of shattering into a million jagged pieces.
Desperate to stop the ache, to hold myself together, I slip a hand between my thighs. Press my palm flat against my clit.
But that only makes it worse, as does the deep rumble of Hunter’s voice urging me on. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it. Spread your thighs for me. Let me see you touch yourself.”
Any other time I would have been embarrassed, but right now I’m too needy, too frantic, to do anything but follow his instructions. “Fuck yeah, baby. Let me see you. You’re so pretty,” he croons even as he starts thrusting harder, faster, into my mouth. “So. Fucking. Pretty.” Each word punctuates another thrust into my mouth, another squeeze of my nipple, another step up the precarious ladder of my own pleasure.
“You’re so good, baby,” he tells me as he clamps down on my left nipple hard enough to have me gasping around his cock as a quick shock of pain shoots through me. It’s immediately followed by a very pleasurable heat, though, so I go with it, arching against him, into him, as shocked and needy tears slide down my cheeks.
“So good,” he repeats. “You take it so well.” His hand slips from my hair, and then he cups my cheek. Tilts my head up so that I am looking directly into his eyes.
What I see there has me nearly gasping again.
Dominance, yes.
A need for control, absolutely. But there’s tenderness, too. And just a hint of the vulnerability I’d seen earlier. I’m giving myself to Hunter here, letting him take from me what he needs from me. But as I look up at him, as I see the openness on his face as he gazes down at me, I can’t help thinking that he really is giving just as much of himself to me.
It’s terrifying and exhilarating and arousing, all at the same time. My pleasure ratchets up another notch and I know I’m close. Know it won’t take much to send me careening over the edge into oblivion.
Hunter must sense it, too, because his eyes darken to a wild, dangerous green that just might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “You like that, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice taut as a circus tightrope. “Does that feel good?”
I nod as much as I can considering his hand is on my jaw and his cock is down my throat. But the wicked grin he flashes me tells me he got the message. As does the hoarseness of his voice as he instructs, “Now slip a finger inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
He watches avidly as I follow his instructions. “That’s good. Fuck, that’s perfect. Spread your thighs a little more so I can see. I want to watch you finger fuck yourself. I want—” He breaks off as I do what he asks, spreading my thighs so wide they burn. And then I’m thrusting my finger in and out of myself, fucking myself the way I so desperately want him to fuck me.
“Fuck, yes. God, baby, you look so fucking hot. Fuck. Now add another one.”
I whimper as I do what he asks, sliding my fingers in and out of my drenched sex in the same rhythm he’s sliding in and out of my mouth.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart? Do you like that?”
My only answer is a high-pitched whine that comes from deep inside of me.
He’s deep in my throat when I feel the cry go through him like an electric shock, his body stiffening and eyes going wide. In response, he thrusts even deeper, faster, harder.
I suck at him as best I can, but his hand is back in my hair and he’s in control now, fucking my mouth with a blazing intensity that I know will leave me sore later. Not that I care about being sore. How can I when I’m on the brink of an orgasm that threatens to consume me whole?
“That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck, that’s it. You’ve got the best mouth, sweetheart. You take my dick so good.” As he speaks, he never takes his eyes off my wet, swollen sex. “I just want you to do one more thing for me, sweetheart. Can you do that?”
I don’t know. I’m drowning in sensation, drowning in a razor-sharp pleasure that is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. But I nod anyway, determined to give Hunter whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.
“Good girl,” he tells me as he tightens his fingers around my nipple just a little more. A shock of electricity slams through me at the strength of it, and I jump. Squeak. He laughs a little, a low, dark sound that has my eyes falling shut and my body climbing even higher. “Now pinch your clit between your thumb and index finger like I’m pinching your nipple. Squeeze a little harder, a little harder—Fuck!”
He breaks off as I whimper, a high-pitched, broken sound that comes from deep inside of me and resonates all the way through his cock. And then he’s thrusting wildly, fucking my mouth, his rhythm shot to hell as he drives himself closer and closer to orgasm.
I’m right there with him, though, ecstasy sparking deep inside of me. Pleasure shooting along my every nerve ending. Fire racing down my spin
e, tearing through my limbs, engulfing my every sense.