His eyes were focused on me, watching my every move as he kept on going. The way he looked at me was melting and arousing. There were romance and desire mixed up in a delicious combination evident through his expression. He wanted this as much as I did.
He kept going until I felt another finger push its way inside of my throbbing core. His lips began to suck my pussy, licking my clitoris as he fingered me hard and fast. His mouth was skilled; his tongue worked me so fucking good. My orgasm built in my stomach until it ripped through me.
“Fuck,” I cried out and jerked beneath him. I released my sweet juices on his tongue, and he licked it up, drinking me like a fountain.
“Goddamnit, Kylie. You have no clue how much you turn me on, baby.” He sat up and unbuckled his pants, his giant cock already waiting to be unleashed from its prison.
I kept my eyes on his hands as he took his pants off. The big, thick cock stood upright, twitching deliriously as he pulled his trousers down. He rubbed himself gently on my soft skin, and in one move he was all in for me to feel.
He moved back above me and held his shaft, running the thick head of his cock through my wet folds as we both watched. Slowly, he pressed his huge, thick erection into my tight channel. I moaned sweetly, my voice almost unrecognizable from my usual tone.
“I want you, Kylie.” He sounded like he was drunk.
“Then take me. I already belong to you, Hunter.” I looked at him with passion, my head filled with desire and lust. I kissed his lips and tightened my legs around him.
As my breathing increased his deep kisses and passionate thrusting, I could feel how much he loved me. He took his time, and though the sex was lusty and a little rough, everything else about the night was sweet and caring.
He arched his back and hit home deep inside of me as I cried out. “Hold on tight. I want to work you over the edge again. I need to hear you come.”
“Yes,” I whispered and gripped the back of his neck, pulling up a little so he could gain better access to the depth of my pussy.
He sped up, his thrusting getting more fervent as he moved. Heat consumed my entire body. This was the night I had yearned for most of my life. A night where a man would wrap his arms around me and make love to me like he never wanted to let me go: like I was his.
I felt that familiar avalanche of pleasure built up inside of me, and I cried out again. This powerful sensation was divine and something I experienced so often with Hunter that I was almost overwhelmed.
His movements were deeper and more frantic. He was getting close to release. I could feel his thick cock swelling inside of me. He moaned as he continued to move, his mouth parted as he pushed his cock deep in one, strenuous push, stretching me to my limits each time.
I pulled him to me, kissing him back to silence. I was moaning against his mouth as well, the sensation so fucking powerful. I lost control of myself as I sprayed my cum, showering his big cock with wetness and screaming his name.
“I’m going to join you, angel,” he whispered against my lips and rolled his hips, forcing the rest of his dick inside of me.
“That’s it.” He arched his back, and the warmth of his release filled my pussy, mixing with my own cum. I vibrated wildly as he pulled out his hard, robust cock out of my core. He was smiling at me as he lay beside me. “Come here, beautiful.”
I moved closer and rested my head on his chest. “God, that was so good. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby.” He kissed my lips one last time before he closed his eyes. I rubbed his chest as I watched him fell asleep, resting from our intense lovemaking. He smiled in his sleep, and I echoed the gestu
re.
I didn’t need anything else but him and Vince. My life was complete.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Two Weeks Later
Hunter
“I got a present for you, buddy.”
Vince looked at me with big, sparkling eyes, waiting for what I was going to give him. I held the box wrapped up in a cartoon gift wrap and a blue ribbon on its top. He was beaming at me, excited to see what I had been hiding behind my back.
He was seated at my desk table, reading some of his new books Nana gave to him since last week. My son had worked hard to accomplish more than the normal kids his age did, reading and learning new things in preparation for the next school year. He spent his summer days enriching his mind with new skills, being the most goal driven kid I had ever met.
I was truly grateful to have a son as great as Vince.
“Don’t be too excited, kiddo.” I held the box, securing that it was out of his sight. “You’ve got to do something before you claim your gift.”
“Gifts are given for free, Daddy. You should have said it was a prize if something needed to be done to get it.” He crossed his arms beneath his chest like an old man. Vince had a point. I was amused by how wise he had grown.