“You’re not inside me.”
I groan and jerk her shirt off her. Her bra goes next and I push her legs to the side, needing to feel her skin against my hands. I cup her breasts as I kiss her, licking between her lips and teasing her tongue with mine. It’s a slow torturous build-up.
Because something in my head is still swearing that there’s going to be a problem, that today is the day she leaves us. But Valerie strokes down my back, grabbing my ass. “You’re sexy, Hunter. Sexy, smart, and lethal.”
“And you love being able to call me all that.” I pin her hands over her head and grind against her. “I bet you even call me yours.”
She blushes and nibbles her bottom lip. “I want to. You, Lief, and Chase. I want you to be mine.”
“We already are.” I hold both her wrists in one hand, then drag her leggings and whatever flimsy excuse of underwear she has down her legs. She helps me, wiggling out of them eagerly, then wrapping her legs around me. I rub my nose over hers, trying for some fucking restraint. “I’m yours, Valerie.”
She groans and fits her mouth to mine, struggling against my hold. I hold her in place, so I can kiss across her neck and over her perfect breast, sucking her hard nipple into my mouth to lavish her with affection. Her back arches and she groans.
“Don’t play nice with me, Hunter. I know you want to be rough.”
My gaze flicks up to hers and I gently bit her nipple. A low moan pulls from her belly and she squirms for me. I use my free hand and slide it between her legs, teasing her with almost touches.
“Please!”
“So willing to beg today?” I ask.
“Please, Hunter. I miss you inside me.”
Fucking hell. This woman should not be allowed to say things like that. My cock actually hurts from trying to restrain myself. I strip myself down and give her everything. I ease the head in slowly spreading her pussy over my thick cock so she can easily take it. She grinds against me trying to get as deep as she can. She moans and her pussy makes wet noises, I slam into her hard then slide myself in and out slow so she can feel every thick inch. She grinds on me in response greedy for more, I slam into her tight wet pussy harder and we moan together.
I fuck her hard and fast, watching as she rides the edge of her orgasm. She flips us over and rides me, holding me down so I can’t sit up to claim her. “Let me do the work,” She argues.
“Fucking hell, Valerie,” I groan.
She rides so well. Rolling her hips, playing with her breasts and lifting her hair, giving me a show that I would kill for. I feel her pussy tighten around my cock and she lets out a sharp moan as her hand curls against my chest, nails digging in.
“Hunter!” She yells my name hoarsely. “Fuck me.”
I grab her hips and match her pace, fucking her hard and fast as she keeps riding me, faster and more intense until her head is thrown back and she lets herself come. I groan as she tenses and trembles. Her pussy quivers and I take the opportunity to steal control.
I throw her down in bed and put her back in the position I want, her knees against her shoulders so I can get twice as deep. I moan as I realize exactly how fucking wet she is. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
“Going to exhaust me?”
“Absolutely. You’re going to lose your voice tonight,” I promise. “Screaming with pleasure.” I thrust into her hard. “And taking my cock in your pretty mouth.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
And I love herlovinganything I do for her. I fuck her with total abandon, giving myself over to the ecstasy. It doesn’t matter if I come. That just means a five minute break, ten at most, then I’m going again.
Valerie doesn’t settle for that. I swear, the girl is willing to blow me until I’m hard again just to be able to say she did. But after three rounds of sex, plenty of fingering and lots of oral, she’s exhausted and she says no, when I offer another round.
“I … I can’t,” She hums. “So tired.”
“Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” I stroke her thigh.
“No, Hunt,” She assures me, “Come here, hot stuff.”
I lay on her chest obediently and she rubs my arm and my back. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long few days. Chase, Lief, you, dates, school, kidnapping. Exhausting.”
“Not kidnapping,” I grumble.
“An un-approved vacation?” She challenges.