Hunter (Stud Ranch 2)

She did and he made a tortured noise of pleasure. Then his hands were back at her opening. “So fucking hot and wet. This cunt. Fuck.” His fingers were less expert than last time he’d touched her there, but he never once stopped moving them. Exploring her outer lips, then thrusting inside and pressing against each wall like he was watching for her pleasure to find out which she liked best.

And oh God, she liked all of it. When her back arched in pleasure

, he cursed. “I gotta eat this pussy. Move up the bed. You gotta give me that hot cunt.”

“Hunter, your back,” she tried to protest even as he kissed down her chest and latched on her nipple. I don’t want to hurt y—”

He bit her nipple.

“Ouch!” She yanked back only to see him grinning up at her in the dim light provided by the bathroom.

“Then let me eat out the cunt that belongs to me.”

He tried to bend to move his head down her stomach but his face went taut with pain.

The goddamned lunatic was going to hurt his back all because he was too horny to listen to good sense.

“Fine, fine,” she said, pushing him back and scooting up the bed. She had to let go of his glorious cock, which was a shame. But as soon as her hips got near Hunter, he pushed her legs open and then settled between them, his face buried in her center.

He ate at her with abandon, all sorts of sucking and slurping noises as he’d suck her in and then let go with a loud pop. But it wasn’t until he focused on her clit, his long, talented tongue repeatedly lapping forcefully at her small bud that the world split apart.

Oh God— It was— She couldn’t—

“Hunter,” she cried out, her thighs clenching around his head.

He continued suckling her all through the earth-shaking orgasm.

She collapsed back to the bed and for several seconds, Hunter continued suckling gently on her clit. Then he laid the softest kisses all over her pelvis. Up her stomach.

It was so good, so beautiful. He was so… She still didn’t have words. All she knew was that she wanted to make him feel good in return. Better than good.

She scooted back down the bed with her legs open, ready to take him in her body. But as Hunter lifted to crawl on top of her, he grunted again in pain. His jaw flexed and he kept moving anyway

“Hunter, stop.” She rolled off the bed and he immediately reached for her. But she shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you. Does it hurt when you stand up?”

“Oh.” Hunter blinked, then frowned. “I don’t know?”

“Try it.” The dim lighting made Isobel feel brave. Or maybe it was Hunter that made her brave. He’d just been kissing her stomach and she hadn’t stopped to freak out once about how he’d think it was too squishy or fat.

And all she could think about now was driving him absolutely crazy. It was always like that with him. She stood up straight as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell free and Hunter’s nostrils flared.

He reached for the wall as he got to his feet.

“That’s good. Hold the wall,” she instructed, grabbing a pillow and then dropping to her knees in front of him.

His cock flexed toward her mouth. “Babe, you don’t have to—”

She grabbed hold of the base and then sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks as she applied suction and then pulled back with a loud pop.

“Jesus Christ.” His legs wobbled and she pulled back.

“Is standing okay?”

“Yep. It’s great. All good here. You can keep going,” he spoke in a rush before pausing. “But you know. Only if you want. I’m not saying you have to—”

She shut him up by sucking his cock back in her mouth.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he hissed out, leaning against the wall and staring down at her. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous. So fuckin’ gorgeous. I love your body. You make me so hard.”