Hunter (Stud Ranch 2)

With the hand not on his cock, he grabbed her chin and pulled her face down so that she was forced to look at him. Her eyes flashed fury and fire and crazy lust.

He dipped just the head of his cock inside her. “You want this? You want me to bury my giant cock deep inside you? You want me to fuck you so hard you come till you can’t see straight?”

With every word, her chest pumped harder, her breaths growing more and more shallow. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.”

He was about to give her exactly what she was begging for before he remembered. Shit.

“What?” She’d obviously seen the change in his expression.

He met her gaze. “I don’t have any condoms on me. I didn’t plan on—” he broke off. “I’m clean, but I get it if you don’t want to—”

“Damn it.” She squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, her blue eyes were bright with want and her pelvis arched toward him like it was an involuntary movement. “I’m clean as far as I know. But my ex was screwing around so I can’t be a hundred percent—”

Fuck it. “Good enough for me.”

He jerked his hips forward, jamming his cock to the hilt inside her with one quick thrust.

Oh Jesus, yes. Fuck. So tight. Tighter than he remembered. And she was fucking clenching around him. So good. So fuckin’ good.

Her arms wound around him and she clutched his shoulders, digging her fingernails in. Meanwhile she made these little high-pitched whimpers like his cock inside her was the best thing she’d ever felt in the whole damn world.

He grabbed her underneath her thighs, pulled his hips back and then thrust in again, driving her up and against the brick wall.

Her other leg came up and locked behind his back. She squeezed around his dick and he about passed out. He jerked his hips back and then he shoved back in.

Then she let out the hottest fucking moan, arching her breasts toward him. But apparently that wasn’t enough because she pulled one arm from around his neck and started tugging at her own nipple.

Fucking hell. His cock lurched inside her. As if this weren’t already the hottest fuck of his whole life. She twisted and teased her nipple until the outline was clear through the thin material of her dress. First one and then the other.

He wanted to bite them. Fuck that. He needed his goddamned mouth on them. He jerked the neckline down so he could get at her lace covered breast. Fuck. Did she wear that sexy as shit red lace bra just to torment him?

But no. She hadn’t known she’d see him tonight. So who had she worn the goddamned bra for? One of those other dumb bastards inside? He’d kill them.

He jerked the lace down and bit the soft flesh of her large breast.

She yelped and yanked at his hair. But she wasn’t pulling him away—the opposite in fact. No, she was pulling him harder in to her chest. Smothering him against her gorgeous tits. Fucking hell.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth at the same time he rocked his hips back and then shoved back in deep.

Her surprised gasp was fucking indecent. The parking lot was just around the corner of the building. If anyone heard her, they’d know exactly what was going on here.

The thought made Hunter even harder. Which surprised him. He didn’t know he had any exhibitionist tendencies. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was just Isobel. Hearing those sexy as fuck noises coming out of her throat and knowing he was eliciting them? Fucking hot as sin.

Still, it was a small town. Reputation was important here. He didn’t want to be the bastard who ruined anyone, so he held one of his hands over her mouth.

Her eyes widened and she clenched around his cock. Shit. Was she not okay with that? He wasn’t trying to—

He started to remove his hand but she shook her head, grabbing his wrist to keep it in place.

Did she find the idea of being gagged sexy? That was so fucking hot. His hand flexed on her mouth. His balls slapped loudly against her, he was fucking her so hard and fast. And then all thought flew out the window apart from the basics.

Jesus fuck.

Felt so good.

His cock so deep inside her.

Fucking her so deep.