by Erika Wilde
“Satisfaction guaranteed, beautiful girl,” he murmured confidently as he dropped a soft, almost sweet kiss on her lips. “You should know that by now.”
Oh, she most definitely did know that, and she said what she knew he was waiting to hear. “Okay then, I’m all yours for the night.”
“Yes, you are mine.”
The words came out on a possessive growl that thrilled her, despite knowing she’d only belong to him for a few hours. But oh, what glorious hours they’d be.
Releasing her, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, and she drank in the breathtaking view of his toned, muscular chest as he removed his socks and shoes but left his trousers on for now. Then, he strolled around the coffee table and sat down in one of the oversized armchairs in the living room. He didn’t waste time getting down to the business of fulfilling his earlier promise.
“Come here,” he ordered her.
God, the authoritative tone of his voice seemed to pull on invisible strings inside of her—the ones that made her body respond so willingly to anything he asked for. She walked to him and situated herself in front of the chair he was sitting in. He spread his legs, widening the space in between and also drawing her gaze to the outline of his sizeable cock in his pants. “Come closer, Elle.”
She stepped forward, until her knees touched the edge of the chair between his thighs, her body already filling with anticipation, even though she was still fully dressed. It didn’t matter what he intended to do to her, because she trusted him and she knew she’d love it.
He leaned forward, settled his big, warm hands on the backs of her calves, and glanced up at her face. “Open your blouse and pull down the front of your bra so I can see your breasts.”
She bit her bottom lip, thinking of the pretty lingerie he’d peeled off her the night of the ball, compared to her normal, everyday, basic underthings. Though at least today she’d coordinated with a pink cotton bra and matching panties. “I’m sorry to disappoint you,” she said as she began unfastening the buttons down the front of her blouse. “But you’re not going to find sexy silk and lace beneath this suit.” Which was what he was probably used to with the women he slept with.
His fingers trailed upward and stopped to lightly caress the backs of her knees in a very sensitive, arousing area while his gaze dropped to where her top was gradually separating, revealing her plain pink, no-frills bra.
“Sweetheart, the only thing I’m interested in finding beneath your clothes is your soft, warm, naked body,” he murmured in a husky voice that sent shivers of delight down her spine, while his palms slid under her skirt and lazily swept up the backs of her thighs toward her ass. “Your gorgeous tits and perky nipples I’m going to lick and suck and bite until they’re nice and sore. Your enticing curves that fit against my body so perfectly when I’m fucking you. And that sweet, slick spot between your legs that I can’t wait to sink deep inside of so I can feel your pussy spasm around my dick as you come . . . after a bit of that dirty, filthy foreplay I promised you, of course.”
His obscene words made her skin flush and heightened her need for him and everything he’d just laid out in detail. With her blouse completely open, she pulled down the unpadded cups until the material rolled beneath her breasts and she was bared to his satisfied gaze. He licked his lips, and her nipples immediately furled into tight little knots beneath his heated stare.
His fingers found the waistband of her panties, and he tugged them down and let the material fall to the floor around her ankles. When she started to step out of them, he stopped her.
“Leave them right where they are for now,” he said sternly, and leaned just far enough back in his chair so that he could sweep his gaze from her breasts all the way down to that bit of cotton material tangled around her feet. “Seeing you like this, indecently half-dressed and so willing to be my personal plaything, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
One of his hands returned to the inside of her knee, disappearing beneath the hem of her skirt as his palm drifted up along her quivering inner thigh. She looked down and watched, and felt, his fingers caress their way toward her aching, pulsing sex, her impatience and need growing the closer he came to touching her there.
All it took was one illicit stroke of his thumb along the seam of her slick flesh for her entire body to jolt, and she was shocked at how responsive she already was. An inarticulate sound slipped past her lips as he grazed her incredibly sensitive clit. Her legs trembled, and her hands went to his bare shoulders because she suddenly, desperately needed something to hold on to.
“Jesus,” he muttered, his voice sounding like gravel. “Your pussy is soaked. You’re already close to coming, aren’t you, dirty girl?”
All she could manage was a whimper and a nod, then a long, low moan when he leaned forward and latched his mouth onto a nipple and pulled hard, then dragged his teeth across the tender nub until the sting of pain had her gasping. He wasn’t gentle as he worked two fingers deep into her channel and fucked her with them, adding to the chaos of need and lust and desire swirling inside of her.
She started to pant, and her nails dug into his shoulders for support, while her hips moved in time with the long, steady thrusts of his fingers and the pressure and friction of his thumb rubbing her clit. The tsunami of pleasure gathering inside of her was huge. Monumental. She arched her back, deliberately and brazenly pushing her breast more fully into his mouth. He opened wide and sucked and swirled his tongue over and around her taut nipple, and biting it as well, until she was begging him for relief.
His fingers twisted inside her, hooking upward and reaching a sensitive spot in her channel that she never knew existed before, but all it took was a few strokes along those inner walls and she was dissolving. Disintegrating. Coming apart as explosions of sensations seemed to detonate through her body and ripped a cry from her throat as she came long and hard.
She sagged against him, her legs threatening to give out on her, and in a fog of post-orgasmic bliss, she felt him maneuver her so that she was sitting sideways on his lap. She opened her eyes to see him sucking her juices off the fingers he’d just withdrawn from her body.
His eyes were searingly hot on hers as his tongue dipped and licked between those two fingers in a suggestive manner, and it was so wildly filthy, but him unabashedly lapping up the taste of her was also one of the hottest, most sexually explicit things she’d ever seen.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled, then without warning, he pushed his hand into her hair, pulled her mouth to his, and kissed her hard and deep.
His lips parted hers and his tongue invaded so thoroughly, the scent and flavor of her orgasm infused her senses. Kissing him like this, just for the sole purpose of making her taste what he’d already savored, was so incredibly raunchy, too, but it turned her on all over again.
When he finally ended the kiss, his fingers loosened in her hair and his gaze searched her face. “Are you okay after all that? I know it was kind of rough and intense.”
She wasn’t about to complain about the phenomenal orgasm he’d given her and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, but judging by that steel rod in your pants, you’re not okay.” Then a disappointing thought occurred to her. “We’re not done, are we?”
He laughed, the deep, rumbling sound rising up from his chest. “Such a greedy girl. Trust me, we’re not finished yet. Before I fuck you, I want to feel your mouth around my cock. Every night, for the past few weeks since you disappeared on me, I’ve fantasized about you being on your knees in front of me, sucking me off, while I’m in complete control.”
His words were direct and explicit and painted a vividly erotic picture, as if he was offering her a chance to say no. The thought of giving him that pleasure was like an aphrodisiac to her entire system. “I want that, too.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up in a wicked smile. “Stand up and take off the rest of your clothes.”
She did as he requested, shedding
her blouse, bra, and skirt and dropping them on top of her shoes and panties, while Hunter unbuckled his belt, removed it, and let the long strip of leather hang over the armrest of the chair, then got rid of his pants and boxer briefs so that they were both completely naked. After taking a condom from his pants pocket and putting it on the table next to the chair, he settled back into his seat and reached for his belt.
“Turn around and put your hands together behind your back,” he said, making his intentions clear.
Wanting this just as much, she did as he asked and let him wrap the leather strap around her wrists until her hands were secured at the base of her spine. When she faced him again, there was no fear or nerves . . . just wholehearted trust and excitement.
“On your knees, beautiful girl,” he said, his voice both a caress and an order.
She settled on her knees in front of his chair, right in between his widespread legs, knowing that there had never been any other man in her life that she’d give herself over to so willingly, so completely. Her gaze took in the muscles in his abdomen that were ripped and taut before falling to his thick erection and the hand he’d wrapped around the base. He stroked the length casually, and she was fascinated by the drop of pre-come that leaked from the tip. He spread the fluid around the crown of his cock with his thumb, and she licked her lips, beyond eager to taste him.
“Are you ready for me to defile that sweet mouth of yours?” he asked, and when she nodded enthusiastically, he groaned deep in his throat at her zealous response.
With his free hand, he palmed the back of her head, threading his long fingers in her hair and guiding her toward his shaft. Her lips parted, surrounding the swollen crest and sliding down to just beneath the flared part of the tip. She sucked just the soft-textured head and swirled her tongue over and along the slit on top, the flavor of him saturating her senses—salty, tantalizing, and all male.
He hissed out a breath and swore. “Stop fucking teasing me and take me all the way to the back of your throat.”
His voice was low, gravelly, and full of raw lust. It fueled her, made her want to please him, and she opened her mouth wider, allowing him to push her head down, down, down the endless length of his erection, until she’d enveloped every inch of him and she was forced to make herself relax so she didn’t choke on his dick. She reflexively swallowed around the engorged tip, and he groaned like a dying man, the words of praise falling from his lips filling her with so much gratification.
With her hands bound behind her back, her mouth was his to do with as he pleased. He tightened his fingers in her hair, gripping her scalp securely so he could draw her mouth off him slowly to give her time to catch her breath before he worked his way back in again with a firmer, deeper downward stroke. She did her best to keep up with the increasing pace and the thrust of his hips, her own desire spiking all over again.
His breathing came hard and fast, and just when she’d prepared herself to swallow as he climaxed, he abruptly pulled her mouth off him.
“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth, his body tense and his eyes blazing with the same need she felt all the way to her core. “As good as your mouth feels, I need to come inside you, with you.”
In just a few seconds, he had the condom rolled down his length. Tucking his hands beneath her arms, he lifted her off the floor and helped her straddle his lap. He aligned the broad head of his cock at the entrance of her body, then grabbed her hips and unceremoniously impaled her on his shaft so abruptly she gasped at the depths he reached.
He didn’t go slow or easy. He wasn’t soft or gentle. He fucked her as hard as he could given the position, lifting her up and slamming her back down the length of his erection as he drove as deep as he could inside of her. The coupling was unrefined, uncivilized, and as she arched her back to meet his rapid thrusts, his mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and biting her nipples, and roughly abraded them with his teeth, making them so sore the pleasure bordered on sweet, sweet pain.
“Jesus, what you do to me,” he muttered, his hands suddenly everywhere, pulling the long strands of her hair, stroking down her back, and grabbing her ass and hauling her tighter, harder, against his groin, adding a direct stimulation to her sensitive clit that relentlessly pushed her toward another orgasm.
She knew he was headed in that direction, as well, and she reveled in the knowledge that she could make him this wild. That she could make him lose control and give him the pleasure he seemed to crave as much as she did.
His breathing grew ragged, the thrust of his hips more erratic, and she tipped her head forward and looked into his dark eyes, feeling her heart falling headlong into what, crazily enough, felt like love. And she did nothing to stop it.
“You do the same thing to me,” she whispered, letting herself be vulnerable in that moment. He made her want things she couldn’t have. He made her feel more than she had in years. But all she had was right now, and that’s what she focused on. Right now and Hunter and the passion and memories that would have to last her weeks, months, possibly even years.
Closing her eyes, she finally let go and surrendered to her release. She cried out as ecstasy spilled through her veins as she climaxed, feeling as though she was shattering into a million tiny pieces as sensation after sensation battered her. Her sex pulsed tight around Hunter’s cock as he came with her, his big body shuddering against hers, until they were both completely and utterly spent.
Hunter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him, their bodies flush and so intimately close she could feel the beat of his heart against her own chest. His damp breath feathered against her neck, and his hands were suddenly gentle and tender as they caressed her back. She rubbed her cheek against his, savoring the sweet, caring moment that would end much too soon.
“You’re mine, Elle,” he said, his voice as possessive as the arms wrapped around her. “And I’m not letting you go again.”
She couldn’t bring herself to correct him after what they’d just shared. She’d give him tonight, but come morning, she had no choice but to walk away and deal with the mess of her life on her own.
Chapter 12
When Hunter wasn’t enjoying making Elle moan and scream with pleasure over the course of the rest of the night, he held her securely in his arms—for two reasons. One, he didn’t want to give her any opportunity to slip out on him again, and two, he loved the way she felt snuggled up next to his side as she slept, with her head on his chest, her soft, fragrant blonde hair spilling over his shoulder, and her hand resting on his stomach.
Contentment . . . that’s what he was feeling, and after years of clinging to anger and bitterness for all the things and the people in his life that he’d lost, this inner peace felt like sunshine on the darkest parts of his soul. Elle was that sunshine, that bright, beckoning light toward something more profound he never expected to find again.
No, he never believed he’d have a second chance after the freak accident that had claimed Natalie’s life. After literally watching her die in his arms and feeling so fucking helpless that there had been absolutely nothing he could do to save her. Definitely one of the darkest, most agonizing days of his life, right up there with his parents’ deaths, and while he swore he’d never let himself get that close to anyone outside of his siblings ever again, here he was, letting down all those walls with Elle, in the hopes that she could be the woman he hadn’t known he’d been waiting for. The woman he wanted for more than just the affair they were currently having.
He absently brushed his fingers along her arm, thinking of all the shit he’d given his brother, Maddux, about falling so hard and fast for Arabella when he was now in a similar predicament. But Hunter was coming to realize that it wasn’t often that someone came along who would complement him on so many levels, and he wasn’t going to let Elle slip from his grasp. Not without a fight.
Elle stirred beside him, sliding one leg in between his as she cuddled even closer. It was early morning, they were both nak
ed since he’d spent most of the night doing wicked things to Elle, and now the warm, damp feel of her pussy rubbing against his thigh made his cock stiffen. Ahhh, the joys of morning wood. Except this morning he had a soft female in his bed to take care of his now throbbing erection, rather than resorting to a hand job in the shower.
Carefully untangling himself from Elle, he reached over to the nightstand, where there were surprisingly a few condoms left, and he sheathed his hard dick. Then he gently rolled Elle to her stomach. She didn’t wake up but instead sighed softly and wrapped her arms around her pillow to continue sleeping. Smiling to himself, he nudged her legs wide apart and moved in between, then settled his body along the back of hers, bracing his forearms on the mattress to keep the heaviest part of his weight from crushing her.
Her head was turned to the side, and he watched her one eye slowly blink open as she came to. He kissed her cheek and nuzzled her neck, then deliberately rubbed his morning stubble along her soft skin to mark her. She let out a low, pleasurable, encouraging mmmm sound.
“Morning, Just Elle,” he murmured huskily in her ear as his dick prodded the opening to her body and he felt the soft, wet heat give around the head of his shaft.
She gasped, fully awake now. Realizing he had her pinned down, she glanced over her shoulder at him with wide blue eyes. “What are you doing?” she asked incredulously.
Chuckling in her ear, he tossed her pillow aside so it was out of the way, then eased one of his hands beneath her body. He glided his fingers though her slick flesh and was rewarded with a gasp, then an unraveling moan. “After all the times I fucked you last night, are you still not familiar with what it means to have my cock nestled against your pussy like this?” he asked, his tone amused. “It means I’m going to fuck you.”