Hunter (The Untouchables MC 6)

Jesus Christ, she felt good. She had been more than worth the wait. I’d never felt anything so good in my godforsaken life.

I was mindlessly rocking myself into her as we kissed, feeling as if we'd gone from zero to 200 in sixty seconds. Less than that.

Twenty seconds.

Ten.

And I was already out of the driver’s seat. I'd planned to control our first time, to manage her until I had her out of her mind with lust for me. Instead, I was like a horny teenager, not sure where to put his hands next. We were both panting like we'd been running for miles instead of lying on a couch for a handful of minutes . . . a very, very pleasurable couple of minutes. Actually, it was more than pleasure. It was also pain. My body ached to get closer to her. To be inside her. To take and give until we were both covered in sweat and could barely move.

Even then, I wasn’t sure I’d be satisfied. Not until I’d had her a half-dozen times or so. Maybe more.

The sex haze I was in could take months to lift. Years. Maybe forever . . .

Yeah, she had me thinking of forever already. Just like that. There were no half measures when it came to Claire. I’d been all in from the first moment I saw her.

Damn, but the girl could kiss! She was sweet and natural and so tasty it made me want to kiss her for hours. But I was having trouble taking my time. I wanted to inhale her. My tongue and lips were devouring her. It had taken a split second for my thin sliver of control to snap.

A few minutes ago, I wasn't sure if I would even get to kiss her. I wasn’t sure she would let me. And there was something else. I knew deep down in my gut that once I got in, I was never, ever going to be free again. Not that it mattered. I couldn’t imagine a better fate.

Now here I was, ready to fuck her on her grandmother's sofa. Damn thing was short too. Not that I gave two shits. I’d fuck her anywhere she’d let me.

I knew that a brave man could face down any adversary.

Even a tiny pink couch with broken springs.

I had to tear my mouth away from hers in order to get to more important things. Like finally getting my hands on those tits. Those perfect tits that had been driving me nuts for weeks. Seeing her gorgeous curves bounce gently in those worn-in old T-shirts of hers . . . well, it was enough to drive a man insane. But now . . . now, I could touch her.

And taste her too.

I tugged her shirt up and over her head and pulled her soft white bra cups away from her breasts. I didn’t have time to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. I was as eager as a schoolboy, staring at the most perfect pair of tits I'd seen in my life. Including those centerfolds in the magazines we passed around in the Marines.

I moaned as they popped out, full, rosy tipped, with hard nipples just waiting for me to taste them. Hmm . . . Sweet Jesus, the woman had glorious tits!

I growled and lowered my head, sucking a sensitive point into my hot mouth. She cried out in pleasure. Good. I wanted her writhing and ready. But it was a double-edged sword. Her arousal only made me desperate for more. My hands moved lower, unzipping those damned jean shorts of hers. If I didn't get inside her soon, I was going to combust.

But first, I wanted to hear her make that noise again. And a lot of other sounds. Squealing, satisfied, feminine sounds.

I shifted my weight and lowered my mouth to her soft belly, kissing my way down to the soft triangle of curls. She was neat but natural. Just the way I liked it.

And she smelled sweet and feminine there, too.

I liked women who looked like women down there. But this was something else. Claire had a sweet, trim little pussy that I could not wait to get inside. I showed her my appreciation the best way I could—with my mouth.

Slowly, I slid the sharp point of my tongue up and down her puffy little lips. Hmm . . . she was already wet. That was good. I laid my thumb over her mound and started making small circles on her clit. She was whimpering faster now.

I grinned and thrust my tongue deep inside her. Damn, the girl was tight! I'd have to go slow when I took her. If I could even get inside.

I didn't want to rush through making her come. I wanted to savor every second. But we were both frantic now, my tongue pushing in and out of her, preparing her for what was next.