“Please come to your room when you get back. I have to show you something.”
Despite the skepticism I felt, I was certain that I need not worry about anything. She smiled at me before I turned my back, leaving the house to check on hers.
I walked around the yard, looking for traces of someone breaking in. I found nothing at all. The doors were still blocked the way we had left them. Even on the inside, there was nothing strange.
After being assured that everything was okay, I returned to my house. I climbed the stairs, venturing the steps toward my room. I wanted to know what she was dying to show me. As I approached my room, my mind went wild with possibilities. I peeked an eye in the gap of the door and saw Kylie facing the other side, pulling her cropped top off, which left her creamy skin on display.
“Hunter.” She turned to face me, her flawless skin exposed, her body so fucking beautiful. The only things she had on was her bra and matching skimpy panties. Her fair skin was inviting me, drawing me nearer. I stepped closer, lured by the beauty that was waiting for me.
“I want you tonight.” She touched my face, pulling me closer to her.
I wrapped my hands around her waist and leaned in. “You don’t know how muc
h I’ve been controlling myself around you,” I murmured against her mouth, our lips touching tentatively.
“Well, stop. I don’t want you to control anything…but me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Kylie
I had been dreaming for days about Hunter. I’d ached to hold him in my arms again, to feel his hard body pressed against mine. To have him kiss my lips passionately like the first time was my deepest, darkest desire.
Electricity sparked inside of me. Staying the night here in his bed without him was pure agony. I could smell him through the sheets, enveloping me in his warmth as I lay in his bed. Reminding me of his comforting embrace.
Despite all of this, I wanted more. I wanted my fantasies to become reality. I would die to have him fill me again, and I would not trade that experience for anything in the world.
I had done a lot of favors for Hunter. Most of the time I denied the fact and instead answered with a question of why, but I guessed there was no beating around the bush anymore.
I was trapped in the face of the truth.
I wanted Hunter.
I wanted him to fill me once more. And if I was being completely honest, I’d fallen for him. Long ago.
Those hands I had been dreaming of were caressing my bare skin, touching my curves as his lips kissed mine. His skilled mouth was tasting me, exploring my depths. The way he kissed me was different though—thirsty, passionate, and demanding. He had been hiding the same desire. I could tell from the way he handled me.
I stroked his cheek, studying his profile. Once I had been a bystander watching him from afar. A fan that got through the day through merely stealing glances and observing secretly from a distance. Now that my dream was standing before me, I dared to exceed the boundaries. Tonight was my night; it was going to be better than the first one. Tonight, I knew what I wanted; I knew what I was doing.
His trimmed beard tickled my fingers. It was one of the most attractive parts of him. The manly, alpha male who ruled the town with his multiple talents and strong, domineering personality.
His hands were haunting me, moving upward as our kisses deepened. His fingers fidgeted with the latch of my bra determined to unsnap the bothersome thing. He worked it off of me, freeing my breasts from their cover.
He released me from his kisses, taking the time to appreciate the perfectly big and perky tits sitting before him.
“I will never get tired of these beautiful breasts.” He pointed the tip of his fingers on each nipple, teasing the most sensitive part of my body. I jerked as his skin touched mine as if an electric current traversed through me. The two of us watched as my pink, puffy nipples turned erect, reacting to the pleasure he wanted me to feel.
He looked satisfied seeing my body respond to his touch. He held my hand and pulled me to sit on the bed. I obliged his request like a sex slave ready to serve her master. Kneeling before me, Hunter leaned in and smiled up at me, his breath running across my skin.
His seductive green eyes shot me a dominant glare before he leaned down and brushed his lips across my breasts. The warmth of his mouth felt good on my skin. His tongue played with the tip of my hardened nipples, licking and sucking them with grave fervor. I grasped the bed sheets as I arched my back, fully weakened and submitted to his powerful control all over my body.
He moved his mouth down my chest, tasting my skin down to my navel. The intensity of his foreplay was perfect. His hands moved along my breasts, replacing his mouth as he knelt and pressed his lips to my pussy.
The tip of his tongue teased my clit, licking it slowly before pressing his tongue against it. I moaned loudly. He watched me closely as he gripped my thighs tightly.
He moved his lips gently, sucking the juices from my panties that barely covered me. He began licking in more intense tempo, heightening the lust in between my legs more. I cried out when he pulled my panties down, taking them off to reveal my swollen skin.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his stare locked onto mine. He leaned back down and pressed his tongue into my entrance, lapping at me as I twitched and panted.