Hunter (The Untouchables MC 6)

“Fuck . . .” I ground out, my body already close to the edge. My balls had never felt this full. Well, not until Claire walked her ridiculously sweet ass into my life.

Speaking of which . . . I wanted to taste that sweet ass too. Later, Hunter. Pace yourself. You don’t want to shock her. The girl is green.

And she was. Whatever limited experience Claire might have had, she was clearly not used to any of this. But I was enjoying the hell out of teaching her.

Oh, yeah, I was going to give little Miss Claire a first-rate education in pleasure, I decided as I plunged my tongue in and out of her tightness. She gasped and I looked up.

“I told you to play with your tits,” I demanded. Her fingers drifted back to her nipples and tugged on them. I grunted in satisfaction and got back to work eating her juicy pussy. And she was wet. Surprisingly so. The erotic sounds she was making were making it hard for me not to sink inside her and never come out again.

But I wanted to make this last. Really take care of her. I wanted to reduce my gorgeous, bossy woman to a pile of quivering goo.

I wanted her to beg for me this time.

My body was not cooperating with my plans. I was too desperate. I eagerly worshipped her pussy, but I was more than ready for the main event.

“Fuck it,” I hissed, using two fingers to open her up. She’d been too tight the first time. Too small for a monster cock like mine. But she’d get used to me.

Eventually, she’d crave me. She’d want what I wanted. Me filling her up. Making her mine. Taking everything I wanted and giving her everything I had.

I wasn’t thinking clearly as I shifted, pulling myself up and angling my cock against her slippery pussy lips. I just had to get inside her. Now.

I pushed forward with a low grunt, feeling her open for me. My woman looked dazed and a little shocked. I knew she hadn’t imagined this happening when she woke up in the morning. Hell, I had imagined plenty, but I hadn’t expected this to happen. Not yet.

I said a silent prayer of thanks to the patron saint of rolling blackouts and tequila.

She arched her back beneath me, and I lost the battle to go slow.

“Hold on tight, little girl,” I ground out as I drove into her. My hands were on her hips, holding her still as I worked my cock in and out of her like a machine. I felt her start to come almost immediately and cursed. I was not ready to be finished.

I forced myself to hold perfectly still as she clenched down on me instinctively. Her head was tossing from side to side on the pillow. Fucking hell, she looked good on my dick.

Too damned good.

The effort was killing me. I wanted to move. I wanted to come. My hips started to jerk uncontrollably as a huge wave crashed through me, sending my seed barreling down my cock like a freight train.

Jesus fucking Christ. I saw stars. I saw the whole damned universe.

I lost my cool. I never lost my cool. But this sexy little minx had done it to me. My whole body shook with the shockwaves from the massive climax. I couldn’t have formed a coherent thought if I tried.

Thank God, she was coming too. I grimaced as her body worked my shaft, pulling every last drop of my seed from my body.

“Jesus Christ, woman.”

I kissed her quickly before rolling to the side and bringing her with me. I never wanted to let her go. Not even long enough to wipe myself clean.

To hell with it.

As soon as my breathing slowed, I scooped her up and carried her to the shower. Thank God I’d finished upgrading the bathroom. The shower was huge, with a long bench lining the wall and four jets that came out from every direction.

“Hunter?”

I looked down and realized I was squeezing her tightly by the waist. I released her, making sure she wasn’t going to fall over.

“You all right, gorgeous?”

She nodded, looking awestruck. I was the one who’d made her look like that. Me. A burst of pride filled my chest along with something else. Something unfamiliar. A fierce feeling of possessiveness.

I’d never wanted to stick around with the club girls I used to bang. But everything was different with Claire. She was the perfect woman for me. We might come from different worlds, but we fit together like two pieces of the same fucked up puzzle.

Well, fucked up on my part, anyway. As far as I could tell, Claire was pretty well-adjusted. Other than the massive chip on her shoulder. I could help with that, too.

I was keeping her and that was that.