Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1174(@200wpm)___ 939(@250wpm)___ 783(@300wpm)
His cock doesn’t move any deeper. That helps, too. He’s waiting for me to adjust to him, so it’s not hurting as much right now. It’s still wildly uncomfortable, my body stretched around the massive intrusion. I never thought about the feeling of having another person inside you, but it’s… intense.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
His voice is so soothing on my overly excited nerves. I need his comfort, so I lock my arms around him and hug him.
He’s gentle and sweet, continuing to kiss me and murmur reassurances. Affection for him swells up inside me. This is the Hunter I had in my bed four years ago. This is the Hunter I want, and regardless of the peeks I’ve seen of his asshole side, I am so relieved he showed up for me in this moment.
I kiss his neck, too, just once. I wonder if it feels as good for him as it does for me.
Now that I’m overflowing with tenderness and sure it’s the Hunter I wanted inside of me right now, it goes a lot easier. I knew it was a gamble to do this with him tonight, I’ve had thoughts that I might end up regretting it, but I’m not worried about that anymore.
As he kisses me so sweetly, as he starts to move inside me and the discomfort turns to building pleasure, I know… I won’t regret this.
Shedding the last vestiges of my uncertainty, I give myself over to the moment completely. I give myself to Hunter, and he gives himself to me, too. I’ve never felt so safe.
I grow a little bolder once I get used to the fullness of having Hunter inside me, the intense, needy feeling when he shoves deep into my pussy. I lock my legs around his hips and try to pull him deeper. My body still resists as he stretches me, but I love having all of him inside of me. I love the noises he makes as my body brings his pleasure, the way he kisses and sucks and lightly bites my neck.
After a while, Hunter pulls back and shifts positions. He gets up on his knees now that I don’t need the comfort of his body pressed so closely against mine.
He looks down at my face as he pulls out.
I pout a little.
He smirks. “Miss me already?”
I nod, unashamed.
He slides his hands under my ass and lifts me off the bed, then he reaches one hand down to line his cock back up and eases the swollen head inside me.
“Fuck,” he murmurs lowly, his thumb digging into my hip as he pushes himself deeper, slowly but relentlessly.
He keeps that grip on me, holding me up at an angle as he fucks me. It must feel as intense for him as it does for me because his thumb keeps digging into my hip. I think I’ll have a bruise there tomorrow, but I almost look forward to it. A memento from tonight. I’ll think about this every time I look at it.
This angle is too much to handle. My insides feel tight and tingly. I throb around him, every stroke tightening the tension building inside of me. My legs shake as he scrapes my walls, pushing so deep that my toes curl. The muscles in my legs tense and shake. I grab fistfuls of the sheets beneath me, breathing harder as he pumps into me again and again, chasing me higher and higher up this mountain.
I love his rough hands, the way he grabs me and groans while he chases his own pleasure. I love every single thing about sex with Hunter.
I whimper his name, fisting the sheets tighter and squeezing my eyes closed. I’m so close I can taste the explosion of pleasure and I’m terrified he’ll stop.
Instead, he picks up the pace. I didn’t think it was possible, but he slams into me harder, faster. He draws desperate noises out of me that I can’t even put a name to, and then he drives deep and my body finally can’t take anymore. I cry out, forgetting we’re in a house full of people. It doesn’t matter. I can’t keep the cry from leaving my throat, can’t breathe or think or do anything but feel as a volcano of pleasure erupts. My whole body shudders helplessly, my pussy convulsing around him.
He thrusts into me one more time and lets go, groaning, his handsome face contorting as he comes, too.
My bliss bubble is ripped a little when I realize I felt him come inside me. My first thought is, damn, that condom must be really thin, but then I realize it doesn’t feel right. A condom is supposed to keep everything in, but…
I can’t even remember him putting on a condom. I felt warm skin, not a cool, lubricated tip when he pushed inside me.