Lawful: Gia ~ Hunter ~ Julian ~ Jarrod

He turns.

I gulp at the sight before me. He is a very aroused male who is looking at me as though he’s about to have me for dinner.

As I try to meet his eyes—I really do—mine keep wandering down to his jutting cock, which is long, wide and the flared head is stretched so tight it’s bright red with arousal.

Licking my lips, I start to fumble with my T-shirt, but my arm aches when I try to yank it over my head.

“Wait. Let me.”

Before I can try again, Hunter is in front of me easing my injured arm out of the shirt before tossing it on the pile of his clothes. He follows this with my bra, yoga pants and panties.

Naked and facing each other, I feel I might die if Hunter doesn’t touch me. I wanted him badly back at the house and as I watch his dick jerk and leak in excitement, I feel as though I’m going to self-destruct.

“I need your hands on me,” I admit as I reach up and touch my own nipples—massaging them with the palm of my hand—pinching them between my thumb and finger.

“Fuck, yeah!”

Hunter is on me and has me in his arms as he straddles his bike with me now in his lap. “Lean back slowly. I won’t let you fall.”

Supporting my back, Hunter holds me while I settle on his bike—a feast ready for my man.

Spread open to Hunter’s eyes, I feel sexy and alive for the first time in a long time. More so than when we’d had sex at the beach.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m almost afraid to touch you.”

“If you don’t touch me,” I bring my foot up and stroke Hunter’s cock, “I’m going to hurt you in a very sensitive place.”

He chuckles. “I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop.”

Sliding his hands up my torso to my hard nipples, Hunter starts rubbing the tips between his fingers and thumbs while he cups the weight of my breasts in his hands.

Moaning, I wiggle my bottom closer to Hunter so that I can rub against the root of his shaft—craving stimulation on my pussy.

Hunter curses and grabs hold of my hips. “You keep doing that, I’m going to lose control and then the bike will fall.”

“I want you inside me. I’m so ready for you.”

“Jesus. Fuck.”

Taking hold of his cock, he massages his length a few times before rubbing the tip against my pussy. The touch causes ripples of pleasure to run through me, and my muscles spasm in anticipation of having him inside me.

“God, babe. You’re so wet for me.”

“You need to get inside me to find out just how wet…Please dammit.”

“Little Miss. Impatient,” Hunter chuckles as he takes hold of my legs and pushes them open wide. “Hold your legs open for me.”

I slide my hands underneath my knees and do his bidding.

Very slowly Hunter slides the tip of his cock between my pussy lips and gradually presses further inside me. I know I’m going to be tight, but thankfully I’m very wet because of the man who is between my thighs causing all kinds of pleasure.

When he can’t go any deeper, Hunter meets my gaze. I’m in love with him. There are no other words to describe how I feel about the man buried deep inside me. I love him. And I can only hope that he feels the same way toward me because I’ll be crushed otherwise.

Needing to feel him against me, I hold my hands out, and let my legs drape over his thighs. “Help me up.”

As Hunter pulls me up his cock sinks deeper, which drags a moan from us both. With a bit of maneuvering, we manage to sort ourselves out. I’m sitting astride Hunter with his dick buried so deep he’s touching base inside me. I can feel the throb that runs through him, which in turn causes him to twitch. I feel every thick inch of him and am aroused that much more that I’ll be coming the minute he moves.

My core pulsates around his shaft and as I raise my mouth, Hunter meets me half way. Our lips meet, and our tongues tangle together with the heat of our shared passion. Nothing and no one has ever tasted so good. I can’t get enough of him. His taste has tremors running through me as I try to pull him deeper inside me.