“You’ve been a good girl. Now, you get a taste.”
I stared hungrily as he took his cock out of his jeans and sprayed it with whipped cream. I lifted my head to meet him as he offered me his cock. He made a satisfied grunt as I pulled him into my mouth, licking and sucking him clean. He slowly slid in a little further, then withdrew. I whimpered when he finally pulled away.
“I want to try something.”
I nodded eagerly, ready to do anything he wanted.
“I’m going to flip you over.”
I was so turned on that I was practically crying as he untied me, turned me, and tied my wrists together. My legs were left untied as he lifted my hips and settled me on my elbows and knees.
“Damn, you are a beautiful sight,” he muttered, his hands finding my hips. I gasped as his tongue found me, but not where I wanted it. Suddenly, he was pushing the pointed tip of his tongue inside my ass. His hands held me open as he plundered me from behind. It was shockingly pleasurable. I was begging for release when he finally stopped. I heard him open a bottle and squirt some lube onto his cock.
“I promise to go slow,” he said as he pressed the tip of his cock against me. We had talked about trying anal sex, but I hadn’t known it would be today. I gasped as he slowly pushed forward, opening and stretching me in an unfamiliar way.
“That’s it. Just relax,” Hunter said as he reached forward, tugging on my nipples. “Good girl.”
I made a high-pitched sound as he inched forward. It felt good. But my pussy wanted attention.
Almost as if he were reading my mind, he reached down and rubbed my clit. Once. Twice. Three times.
I came hard, my body shaking and undulating. He held me in place with his hands and his cock. I felt him slide in further with a sound of pure male pleasure. The sound tore through me, making everything he was doing feel more intense. Hunter’s sex noises always did that to me.
“Fuck. Yes. That’s it, sweetheart.”
He stopped moving when he was fully inside me, letting my body adjust to him as my orgasm started to slow. And then he did it again. His fingers just brushed my clit and that was it. I was spread open, speared, anchored to his cock as my body convulsed, pulling him deeper with every undulation.
I didn’t know I could come that way. I’d never imagined anything like it. Before Hunter, I’d only come from clitoral stimulation. He’d shown me that I could climax from penetration alone. It was a different, deeper kind of orgasm but just as good, if not better. But this was unexpected, extra-filthy, and somehow still sweet and tender.
And we had barely even started yet, I realized as Hunter started moving. Slowly at first. The huge man behind me pulled partway out and then pushed himself back inside me. The sensations were overwhelming. Different from regular sex but so good. He was so deep inside me. Deeper than ever before.
Hunter started to pick up speed. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were our bodies coming together, heavy breathing, and Hunter’s low, guttural groans of pleasure. I felt him start to expand inside me and knew he was about to come. He reached down and strummed my clit again. We came together, his warmth filling me as I felt my body tug on his cock, instinctively keeping him inside me.
He bent forward over me, his head resting on my back. He seemed unwilling to pull himself out of me. I was shocked when I felt him harden again.
“Are you sore?”
“No.”
“Good,” he said, his hips finding that familiar rhythm again. I was shocked that he could do it again so quickly. But then I lost myself in the sensations of having Hunter take me from behind for the second time in a row.
I grabbed onto the blankets and held on.
Chapter Thirty-One
Connor
I leaned back in the Adirondack chair, passing a cold one to my pseudo-father-in-law. Mason accepted the icy beer, giving me a look. He hadn’t approved when I’d started dating the runaway he had raised as his own.
To be fair, dating was the wrong word. I’d taken Cass by force. Not sexually. That part had been mutual. But only after we’d both fought it for days, extremely long days with her chained up in the remote cabin we now called home.
Hell, I’d kidnapped the girl. I’d had to. I’d done it to protect her, but if I were honest, it was also because I’d wanted to keep her. I’d known from the first damned moment that I’d never be the same. Cass was mine way before I’d actually admitted it to myself.