“Hunter,” she says, leveling her eyes at me, “I am not.”
“She’s an ex.”
“I don’t care. I’m not jealous.”
I grin as I start to slide towards her on the bench, seeing her stiffen and tug the towel tighter around herself.
“Sure you aren’t,” I say, moving closer. “The idea of me fucking someone else doesn’t get you…” I trail off as I see the spark in her smoldering green eyes. I grin widely, “I like you mad.”
“I’m not mad,” she hisses out.
“It’s sexy.”
“I am not mad!”
Yeah, she’s mad. I can see it rippling there beneath the surface, see it flaring up in her eyes as she glares at me, and see it in the way her chest flushes pink and how she grips the towel tight across her wet, practically naked body.
I move even closer, “I like you fired up.”
“I’m n—”
“Right. Not mad,” I say lowly, cutting her off as I reach up to push a strand of wet hair behind her ear. I let my other hand rest on her bare knee, and I watch her eyes flutter for a moment as she sharply takes in a breath of air. I let my hand trail higher to the edge of her towel, and she whimpers.
“I’m not fired up,” she gasps in a whisper.
I push my hand right under her towel, and she’s subtly opening her legs, letting my fingers wander all the way up until I find the soaking wet heat of her pussy through her bikini bottoms. I growl as I stroke my fingers across her, seeing her body shudder with a halted breath as the flush spreads across her chest and face.
“I beg to differ,” I say, pushing her suit to the side and letting two fingers spread her open as I trail a third across her opening. “You’re so wet for me.”
“It’s the pool,” she says quietly, her eyes flashing at me as she bites at her lower lip.
“Uh-huh, so is this,” I growl, taking her hand and placing it on the raging hard-on in my lap.
“I thought it’s supposed to get smaller in the pool,” she says with a small grin.
I lean closer, easing into her neck and letting my lips brush across her earlobe. “I didn’t go in. But somehow, doll, I don’t think it could ever get small around you.”
Her breath catches and she chews her lip. “I’m not jealous,” she says weakly.
“Just like you’re not dripping wet for me right now, right?”
“Uh-huh, exactly,” she croaks out, and then she gasps as I slide my finger deep inside her. She moans, and her hand on my lap starts to tug at the waist of my shorts before she reaches inside and wraps her fingers around my cock.
“Uh-uh, princess,” I say, nipping at her ear. “I want to hear you admit you were jealous.”
“Why’s that,” she says haltingly, letting her head fall back as my lips move across her collarbone.
“Call it a power trip.”
“Well, I wasn’t, because that would be ridiculous.”
I start to lower her back on the wooden sauna bench, and with a growl, I pull her towel away and let it drop behind her. The beast inside of me roars at the sight of her spread out like this for me. I reach down and hook my fingers into the sides of her bikini as I start to pull it down over her hips and down her thighs. She allows me to slip it off her feet, blushing, and I groan as my eyes lock onto the perfect, wet slit of her pussy.
Maddie cries out as I lean down and let my tongue trail across her hip, my fingertips teasing up the inside of her thighs until she’s shaking with need. But I don’t touch her there; not yet.
“You know, I can tease you for a very long time, princess,” I growl into the soft skin of her thigh, hearing her moan.
“What— Oh God— What do you want, you bastard?” She says in a whimper, her hips arching in vain towards my teasing mouth.
“Tell me you were jealous of me, and acting possessive, and that you want me entirely to yourself.”
“I— No—”
I blow a stream of air across her lips, letting my finger trace the crease of her thigh right next to her soaking wet pussy. She shudders, “Fuck, fine, yes.”
“Yes what?” I say with a grin, drawing it out and planting my lips wetly on the top of her thigh.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, I was jealous.”
There it is, and that’s when I let my tongue slide hotly into her pussy and drag up to her clit.
Madison cries out, her hips practically jolting off the bench as my tongue brushes her clit. “Yes! Yes, I want you all to myself.”
I growl as I spread her legs wide and eat her with everything I’ve been holding back. I’m curling my tongue around her clit and gently batting it with the tip while I slide a finger deep inside and curl it forward, as if coaxing the sounds of pleasure out of her one stroke at a time.
Maddie’s going crazy, moaning and writhing for me. She’s pulling her bikini top off and letting her fingers wander up to her breasts where she pulls gently on her nipples as my tongue dances across her clit. I slide lower, letting my thumb take over on her clit as my tongue pushes deep inside to taste her sweet honey. I feel a wicked grin stretch my lips as I let my mouth drop lower.
Maddie squeals as my tongue slides over the tight ring of her ass, her whole body jumping as if touched by a live wire.
“What— Holy fuck,” she gasps as I let my tongue brush over her again before moving back to her clit and latching my lips around it. I let my thumb dip down and brush against her ass as I tongue her clit and curl my fingers inside of her pussy.
“Oh my God, Hunter,” she moans, her hands sliding into my hair as her hips shake beneath me. She’s writhing for me exactly how she does in my fantasies, moaning and gasping as I drive her slowly, but surely, to that edge.
“Wait,” she gasps out, pushing me away. “Wait, hang on.”
“Huh?”
It’s her turn to grin wickedly as she sits up and pushes me back. “I want a taste too.”
She yanks my shorts the rest of the way off, and her eyes go soft with this sort of hungry look in them as she lets her tongue dance out to wet her lips. She bends down and wraps her fingers around the base of me, giving my cock a tentative stroke. Her eyes lock with mine, and it’s everything I can do not to come right there and then as she slowly lets her tongue slip out and slide up the whole underside of me.
I’m watching in awe as she slowly opens her lips at the top and just lets them glide down over my head, until I’m groaning in pleasure as those perfect, pouty pink lips swallow me up.
But fuck if I’m done with her either.
She squeals again, giggling as I sit up, grab her, and spin her around, pulling her legs around until her knees are astride my head.
“Oh my God,” she moans, as I pull her down onto my mouth, pushing my tongue deep inside of that sweet, heavenly pussy. She drops her head back down, her lips wrapping around my cock as I drag my tongue over her clit again and again, my hands grabbing her ass, holding her tight against my mouth.
She’s rocking her hips faster and faster on my tongue, her cries of pleasure muffled and rumbling through my cock as she bobs her mouth up and down my shaft. I wrap my lips tight around her clit and let my tongue dart across it again and again and again, until suddenly she’s pulling off of me and dropping her cheek to my thigh as she cries out and goes to pieces above me. I tongue her through her orgasm, drinking down her honey, letting her come down slowly as her body shudders on top of me.
She’s panting as she lifts her head and starts slide her lips back over my cock, and those lips are fucking heaven, but I pull her off as I sit up.
“What?”
“‘What’ is I’m going to fuck you,” I growl, my eyes flashing into hers. “I’m going to fuck you right here and right now, and this time, I’m going to do it with nothing between us.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Holy shit.
I’ve never done that; not once. Heck, I’m on birth control and I’ve still always used condoms; that’s how much my high
school health teacher drilled that into our heads.
But the idea of letting Hunter slide into me bare — the thought of feeling his thick cock so hot and so naked inside of me tugs at something primal. There’s something animalistic that awakens in me at his words, something that has me needing and wanting it like nothing I’ve ever wanted before.
“I—” I bite my lip and look up into his eyes. “I’ve never done this.” I swallow, “Not once.”
He leans in and kisses me, and I melt into him as he pulls me into his lap. I moan as I sit astride him, feeling his length resting hot and throbbing against my pussy and my stomach as his tongue explores my mouth.
“You know I’m clean,” he says softly.
“Do I?”
He pulls back and arches an eyebrow at me as he grins. “Do you trust me?”
My pulse jumps in my chest, “And what if I say no?”
Hunter leans in and lets his lips trail up my neck, and I gasp as I let my head drop back as a moan escapes.
He takes my earlobe between his teeth, nipping at it before he whispers darkly right into my ear.
“Then I might just take you anyways,” he growls, and I absolutely melt into him.
The thought of it thrills me, the idea of him taking me and making me his. The thought of letting him own me completely has my body shivering in excitement, and my hips rocking against him.
“I’m on the pill, but I’ve never…” I’ve never even considered doing this with anyone, but the idea of Hunter bare and utterly unprotected inside of me seems so completely wild, and dirty, and fucking hot, that my head feels like it’s spinning as I mash my lips to his and kiss him fiercely.
It’s making me feel so naughty, like his naughty girl, and naughty enough to say what I say before I can give it one more thought.
“How do you want me?”
“Every way,” he growls, grabbing me by the hair and kissing me hard enough to bruise; hard enough to make me whimper at the raw thrill of it and hard enough to find myself falling into him as his tongue slides against mine.
He’s pushing me back, moving over me until I’m on my back with the teakwood of the sauna bench hot against my skin, the steam rises around us making the air thick with heat.
I feel him rock hard against my thigh, his hands holding my wrists down above my head. He’s consuming me, pinning me down like he’s about to take me, and I can feel my entire body roaring with the thrill and excitement of it.
“I want you every fucking way,” Hunter growls, biting my neck and spreading my legs with his knees. “I want you writhing on my cock, I want you screaming my name, and I want that pussy coming all fucking night for me.”
Oh fuck yes.
He grabs the backs of my thighs and pushes my legs up, pressing my knees up to my chest and spreading me wide. His thick cock hovers and teases over my lips as he leans down to kiss me again.
I can feel the head of his cock nestle right against my opening, and I open my eyes to look right up into his.
“Fuck me,” I whimper out, and with a rock of his hips, he’s sliding inside.
I cry out as he slides in deep, my hands clenching and unclenching in ecstasy as he pins them above my head. My body undulates to meet his as he slowly buries every inch of that perfect cock inside of me.
And perfect is exactly what it is. He fills me entirely, his hips pressing against my own as he grinds in deep, making me moan. There’s nothing between us, just him and I.
Hunter growls as he slowly pulls out before he rocks his hips forward and plunges back inside. It’s a slow and deep build, a churning, burning, thundering build towards the release, but I want more. I don’t want slow right now, and I don’t want him to take his time, not this time.
I want to be taken. I want to be fucked.
“Harder,” I gasp, and then I’m crying out as he rocks in deep, driving hard into me.
“Harder!” The word tumbles from my lips again as my head spins and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. He obliges, letting go of my wrists to hold my hips instead as he starts to pound into me, driving in deep and grinding against my clit each time he impales me.
He growls suddenly as he pulls out, and I gasp as he spins me around on the bench. I’m on my knees, my hands against the hot wood of the wall in front of me as I feel him move into position behind me.
He eases inside, making my eyes roll back in my head before he pushes my legs together. We both moan loudly as he slides in to the hilt, and I’m so tight like this with my thighs pressed together and my ass up in the air that his cock feels enormous as he fills me so wonderfully and stretches me wide.
Hunter’s hands hold me tightly by the hips as he starts to fuck me like that, sliding in and out and back in again, driving home on every stroke. I moan loudly as I feel his hand come down with a sharp crack against my ass, making my skin sing and tingle as he spanks me. His hand comes down again, blooming heat and a tingling rush of naughtiness through my body as I quiver on his cock.
He’s fucking me hard, and making me his, and I’m loving every filthy, dirty, forbidden second of it.
“Play with your pussy, Maddie,” he growls out, his hips pumping into me and I moan and whimper under him.
“Play with that clit for me while I fuck you. “
Oh God yes.
He’s pounding me hard, with one hand flat against the wall, I reach the other between my legs. I circle my clit with my fingers in desperate frantic circles, hardly able to think past the feeling of him pulsing inside of me.
The world starts to blur around me as I pull in gasps of the steamy air around us, and feel the wood under my knees and against my palm practically throb with the heat of it all. I’m going to come so hard with his cock buried bare inside of me, and the thought of him doing the same, with no barrier, and nothing to stop it has me clawing at the edges of my sanity.
His hand comes down once more across the soft, yielding skin of my ass, and I lose it completely and utterly. I feel my whole world shatter around me as I come, clawing at the wall and going to pieces as his cock drives all the way inside of me.
I hear him groan behind me, and suddenly I gasp as I feel him throb deep inside of me. And I can feel the hot jet of him exploding inside of me. I can feel him erupting deep inside; can feel every thick spurt of him hot and pulsing within me. Knowing that he’s filling me up like that is so dirty, and so wrong and so fucking hot that I’m screaming as I come all over again before I collapse down on the hot wood bench.
I’m still shaking as he slowly withdraws from me and curls against me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me tight as we catch our breaths.
“That—” I’m gasping, “That was perfect.”
I shiver as I feel his lips against my ear. “Oh, we’re just getting started, princess.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
“I want you to wait for me like that.”
Before Hunter, any man telling me to do what I’m doing right now would have garnered an eye roll and a middle finger at best. Any man telling me what to do like this, especially something so submissive like this would have gotten my temper flared and my hand across his face.
But not him.
Because there’s something about Hunter Ryan that tugs on some dark and naughty thing deep inside of me. Something about the way he looks at me, or the way he kisses me gets me excited. Or maybe it’s the way his voice rumbles in my ear like when he asked me to “wait for him” like this about half an hour earlier when he pulled me into an empty hallway of the West Wing and pressed me against the wall.
It’s the voice in my ear that gets me soaking wet, even before he lets his hand slide under my skirt and rubs his fingers against my pussy through my soaked panties.
So, that brings me to why I’m waiting like this; why I’m doing what he asked me to do, and why my pulse is roaring in my ears as I do. My protector is now controlling me, and I love it. I love submitting to him like this, even if I don’t know exactly why.
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Which is why I’m on my hands and knees on my bed in the Lincoln Bedroom, fresh from the shower and naked but for a pair of black stockings and black heels, waiting for him.
And very wet.
I hear the click of the bookcase doorway that Hunter always seems to prefer to use over the door when he comes into my room. A shiver runs up my spine as I hear him step into the bedroom behind me.
“Now that’s a sight I could get used to.”
“Oh yeah?” I breathe, feeling my heart racing as I look over my shoulder at him and wiggle my ass at him. I don’t know who this new me is or what’s happened to turn me into this scandalously raw, sex-kitten version of myself.
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