Hunt

Handing her the last cherry, I asked, “Do you want kids?”

“No way.” She ate the cherry. “I wouldn’t want to fuck up anybody’s life.”

“I agree.”

“Plus, there’s enough kids out here who need parents. So. . .” She licked her lips. “One day, I want to have enough money so that Quin and I can open up a shelter for homeless kids. You know Glory doesn’t have any resources for runaways besides throwing them in the system or handing them back to the fucked up households they left?”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Shelters turn us away or try to grab us for the system. Adults get to go to the soup kitchen and shit.” I shook my head. “I want to change that.”

“That’s a beautiful dream.” I tipped my glass against hers. “I want to help.”

“We’ll see. We have to survive Paradise and the Syndicate first. Then. . .”

I put the glass down. “Then?”

“There’s us.”

“We’re solid.” I took her glass and set it down.

“We still need time to make sure this isn’t some psychotic train wreck shit.”

“It’s not.” I took her in my arms and kissed her, tasting champagne and cherries on her tongue. Her lips were warm, full and pliant as they yielded to mine. Her nipples were hard against my chest.

She pressed herself against me and let out a moan of pleasure.

I pulled away, breathless, and looked down at her. “You make everything better.”

Before she could speak, I feasted on her mouth again. Soon, I slid my fingers under her shirt and unhooked her bra, needing to free those full breasts.

She pulled away from me and lifted her shirt.

I went rock hard.

She took the shirt off and set it to the side. “This will be a new one for me.”

“What will?” I drew down the straps of her bra. The material fell to the ground.

“I’ve never fucked in a cave or by a waterfall.”

Chuckling, I had my shirt off next. “Me neither.”

“Damn, Cain.”

“What?”

“You’re so fucking sexy and sweet when you want to be.” She slipped her fingers along the rows of muscle on my stomach and then she traced her fingers along the scars forming her name. “I never had a chance to survive you. . .Did I?”

“Never.” I landed soft kisses on the tops of her breasts. Her skin was so silky and warm. She let out a soft moan of pleasure.

I growled, “Take off the rest of your clothes.”

She unbuttoned her jeans. “You too.”

Grunting, I rushed to undress. She was right next to me, hurrying also.

When our clothes were off, I put my hands on her hips, yanked her close, and spread her legs. Before she could catch her breath, I was burying my face in her pussy.

My tongue slid over her wet pussy, tasting her sex, licking and lapping until my lips were coated with her juice. Her thighs shuddered. My fingers caressed the folds of her inner lips, spreading them apart to expose her clit to my tongue.

Her hips rose to meet me, bucking harder against my face as I sucked on her clit.

So good.

The insides of my cheeks hollowed out against the warm, sensitive bud.

Pulling back, I licked her again and again, just barely inserting a finger as she twisted and wriggled beneath me. Her hips rose to meet me, bucking harder against my face. And then I removed my hands and licked her pussy some more, drinking and swallowing down her juices.

“Oh, Cain!” Her moans echoed in the cave. “Oh!”

I slid my hands under her fat ass, needing to squeeze that pillow softness.

All mine.

Slowly, my tongue danced over her swollen clit, flicking it and playing with the bud, showing her how much I’d figured out in our small amount of time together.

She wriggled. “Oh!”

I want to do this every fucking day.

My dick jerked from her loud moans and the feeling of her legs around my shoulders.

“Oh!” She gripped my head fiercely with her hands and whimpered. “Cain!”

Fuck yeah.

My right hand gripped the soft flesh of her ass.

“Yes!” She pushed her soft, wet pussy into my face, grinding into my mouth.

I slid my left hand from her ass, moved it up to her breast, and squeezed it tenderly, toying with her stiff nipple.

She wound her hips in a circular motion. My lips curved into a smile as I slipped my other hand from under her ass and cradled her other breast.

I pulled my head away from her pussy and looked at her. “Who’s doing this to you?”

She shivered. “Y-you are.”

“Who?”

“C-cain.”

Grunting, I plunged my tongue into that sweet pussy, needing to make her scream louder.

Her thighs tightened around my head and she shoved herself more firmly onto my tongue, riding it. “Oh, Cain!”

That’s right.

I was learning her body well. As if on cue, I moved my attention back to her clit and sucked hard.

“Oh! Oh!”

Yeah. She likes that a lot.