5
“You’ve convinced me,” Jeanette said between pants.
Never once had she come so hard that she’d nearly blacked out, yet Hunter had managed to give her that very thing the first time out of the gate. By sheer will—Hunter’s—she’d managed to stay on her feet too. If his powerful arm hadn’t been wrapped around her so tightly she would have fallen flat on her butt. Not the way to impress a man.
He carefully released her and stood. “I’m glad.” Then he pulled her into his arms and claimed her mouth.
His lips were hard, his tongue pushing its way in. Jeanette wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into his embrace. Hunter dropped kisses over her chin to her neck, where he angled his head and teased the sensitive skin with his lips. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and skimmed his tongue up and down her flesh, directly over her vein. As he gently bit down, Jeanette’s pussy pulsed and swelled all over again. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the delicious man. His mouth moved farther south, sliding over the swells of her breasts. When he lapped at first one nipple then the other, her pussy flooded with liquid heat.
“You’re so goddamn hot. Your sweet, round tits make my mouth water, baby.”
“Y-you’re a little overdressed, Hunter,” Jeanette whispered, eager to see if he was all she’d imagined he’d be. Seeing his drool-worthy chest was pure heaven, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted all of him.
He mumbled something against her flesh before he let his teeth graze her nipple. Arrows of pleasure zipped across her nerve endings. She arched against him, his stubbled cheek creating just the right amount of stimulation to pull another whimper from her. As he cupped her other breast, flicking his thumb over the hard bud, a hunger like never before blocked out all rational thought.
Jeanette pushed out of his arms and said the first words that came to mind. “I need to feel you sinking deep, Hunter. Please, stop teasing me.”
He cupped her face in his hands. “I’m teasing us both, sweetheart. When we make love it’ll be explosive.”
She eyed his undone jeans. “You have to remove your pants first.”
He chuckled. “I need to get you home first.”
Jeanette pouted and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Uhuh. I want a taste. It’s only fair, you know.”
Hunter’s smile disappeared, replaced by a look so hot she felt singed. “I always play fair, sweetness.”
His hands went to his fly, snaring Jeanette’s attention. Deft fingers slid the zipper down. He tugged the material, revealing a pair of tight black boxer-briefs and strong, tan thighs. She gasped at the impressive length and width of his cock barely hidden by cotton, so much larger than she’d expected. As he leaned down to unlace his boots, then shoved them off his feet and stood, Jeanette had to remind herself to breathe. Without a moment’s hesitation he removed both the jeans and the boxers until he stood in her kitchen fully naked. The thickly veined erection jutted away from his body, a pearl of moisture beaded on the purplish head. The feral expression on his face sent butterflies flitting inside her stomach.
He held out his hand and Jeanette took it without hesitation. “Use that pretty mouth to take me to paradise, baby.”
A bout of shyness should have been suffocating her right about then, but all Jeanette felt was the white-hot stroke of desire. Succumbing to the need riding her, Jeanette slowly sank to her knees in front of Hunter, the fingers of her left hand still entwined with his. She looked up his body until their gazes clashed.
“Suck, Jeanette,” he softly ordered.
She tried to pull her hand away, aching to touch his smooth, hard flesh, but he only tightened his grip. “No. Just your mouth.”
Jeanette didn’t care for that answer so she brought her other hand up instead, wrapping it around his cock. “I want to touch you,” she explained, her need to feel warm satin over hard steel overriding her usual fears.
Hunter leaned down and placed his own hand over hers. “Later for that, I promise. Right now, I want those pretty lips wrapped tight around my dick.”
The devilish bad-boy look Hunter seemed born with was aided by the disheveled midnight black hair and dark mysterious eyes. Mesmerized by him, Jeanette slowly released the hold she had on his cock. Hunter took advantage and grasped both her wrists in one large fist then held them above her head, stretching her upper body taut. Completely at his mercy. Her pussy creamed as she realized the submissive picture she presented.
“You like this, don’t you?”
Her cheeks heated, embarrassed all of a sudden. “What do you mean?”
“Me,” he growled, “taking charge.”
Jeanette licked her lips and stared at his cock, unable to meet his gaze.
Hunter tugged her arms, gaining her attention. “You’re on your knees for me, Jeanette,” he whispered, as if unwilling to let her hide from her own forbidden cravings. “I’m in complete control and it turns you on. I bet if I touched your cunt right now, I’d find you wetter than hell, wouldn’t I?”
“Yes,” she blurted out, unable to save face by acting blasé.
Tenderness filled Hunter’s expression, softening the harsh planes of his face. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head. “It’s okay, baby. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know. I trust you, Hunter.” It was nothing less than the truth. It was a strange feeling to trust so quickly, so easily. There was just something about the man. He might look sinfully delicious, but he was one of the good guys, she could feel it in her bones.