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All thought was interrupted as I was lifted again, just as abruptly as before. Hunter set me back on the floor on legs that trembled. He reached down and helped me smooth out my dress.

Holy shit…

Sneaking back through the doorway, the room had people in it now — at least a half dozen of them — gathered around various works of art. Thankfully, none of them were looking our way.

“Wanna go home?” Hunter asked, extending his hand.

The painting of myself was still there, still staring back at me. Only now it seemed my mouth contained the hint of a smile.

“More than anything in the fucking world,” I breathed, as I slid my palm into his.

Twenty-Nine

CLAUDIA

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p; Our clothes came off the second the door swung closed.

Hunter peeled the dress from my body as I explored him with my hands. I wanted him naked. Needed to feel his skin against mine.

Most of all, I needed him inside me.

I unbuckled his belt, reaching in greedily to slip my hand over his manhood. He was already thick and swollen. Warm and ready and more than willing. I was so filled with need and excitement, I didn’t know what I wanted to do first. Lucky for me, Hunter took command.

“Turn around,” he growled, shoving me toward the bed. I felt his hands on my body. The callouses of his fingertips scratching the sensitive skin of my waist, my hips, my ass. In the span of a heartbeat he was pressed up against me. I felt his fingers go between my legs, giving me a quick feel.

“Look at you,” he said. “You’re soaked.”

I was. What little panties I had on could be physically wrung out — that’s how hot I was with the anticipation of being with him.

Hunter applied pressure with his cupped hand. I moaned in reply. I could feel his cock pressing between my thighs, probing its own way, and then suddenly my little red G-string was being yanked far to one side again.

He entered me, and I nearly lost my fucking mind.

“MMMMmmmmm..”

Nothing compared to the feeling of being filled up like this. Of being occupied by something so thick and warm, after waiting so agonizingly long for it.

It had been the perfect night, and Hunter had been the perfect gentleman. Attentive and compassionate. Loving and selfless. But now?

Not he was beyond all that. Right now he was behind me, taking what he wanted.

It was exactly what I needed from him.

“UNGHH…”

I groaned as he bottomed out, rolling my hips as he reached over my back and locked his hands beneath my chin. Hunter pulled back hard, forcing my head up. Spilling my hair over my back as he forced himself even deeper inside me.

“You like that?”

I couldn’t tell if he meant his cock or the position. Possibly both. Both of them hurt a little. Both of them felt incredible, either way.

“Oh God yes!”

He leaned back and really started fucking me, keeping hold of my face the whole time. My back arched. His fingers splayed apart on either side of my cheeks, some of them finding their way into my mouth…

YES…