A bright, brilliant heat bursts from my core, pleasure washing over me in one massive explosion. I moan languidly, head tilting back as my body trembles beneath Hunter’s weight. I’m dizzy, seeing stars, unable to differentiate between up and down.
Hunter clicks his tongue. “How disappointing.” He licks a stripe up the side of my neck. “I didn’t give you permission to come yet, kitten. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
I’m still running on the fumes of my high, so I’m only vaguely aware of when Hunter stands, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder. He spanks my ass for good measure with a devilishly low chuckle as he carries me to his bedroom. When we get there, he folds me over onto his bed, stripping me out of my clothes like a child ripping into presents on Christmas morning.
I lay on my stomach, the cool sheets beneath my overheated skin as he comes up behind me, slowly grinding his cock between my cheeks.
One of his hands tangles in my hair while the other grips me hard by the hip. He sinks his cock into me, pistoning in and out with not just power, but speed. I come a second time, harder and faster than the first, and I don’t think he’s even broken a sweat.
So unfair.
He keeps going, fucking me through my third and fourth orgasm. I’m limbless, breathless, voiceless. If I’m a meal, Hunter’s consumed me whole without a crumb to be found.
“One more, baby,” he murmurs against my ear. “I’m going to make you come one more time.”
I shake my head, swallowing thickly. “I d-don’t think I c-can…”
“You will.”
“Hunter—”
He squeezes my ass. “That’ssirto you.”
“Sir, please, I’m so…”
“Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”
“You do! You do make me feel good. So fucking good.”
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. Just one more time, okay? Don’t you want to be good for me?”
A shiver slithers down my spine. “I want to be good,” I confess, rasping. “I want to be good for you, sir. Let me be good for you.”
“Then do as I say and come for me one more time.” He’s relentless, fucking me into the mattress. “Charlie can sweet talk you all he wants,” he growls. “Hartley can look at you all he wants. But at the end of the day, your sweet little pussy is all mine. Isn’t that right, Eden? Say it.”
“I—”
“Say it.”
“I’m all yours!”
I shatter around him, screaming into the sheets as pleasure once again swallows me whole. I feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his seed. I clench around him as his thrusts slow, milking him for everything he’s got.
I’ve never known satisfaction like this before. Exhaustion seeps into my muscles, my bones, leaves my mind foggy and wonderfully numb. I smile dopily to myself as Hunter quickly scoops me up and carries me to his bathroom, setting me down in his clawfoot tub. The porcelain is cold against my skin, but it isn’t long before warm water and the scent of lavender bubbles surrounds me.
Hunter gets into the bath behind me, propping me up against his broad chest. He works diligently and slowly, washing my body with soapy water and lathering shampoo into my hair. He’s a marvel. One second he’s an animal, fucking me into blissful submission. The next, he’s the most caring, tender, loving man that’s ever laid hands on me. Two sides of the same coin, but totally and uniquely Hunter.
I’m all his.
But I don’t know if he’s all mine.
Chapter 22
Tip #22: Don’t be afraid to talk back.
EDEN
Ialways knew that making movies was a lot of work. Dad used to slave away for weeks ahead of time to prepare for a shoot. The production ofJuliet After Romeois in an entirely different league.