“Goddamn it, Kelly. I have to get these fucking shorts off you now. Right fucking now.”
I turned around and slammed her body down on the hood of the car and broke our lips apart.
She stared up at me, running her tongue across her lips, and started to undo the buttons of her shorts. I pushed her hands out of the way and pinned them above her head as she let out a soft whimper. I brought my lips down on hers again. I opened her mouth with my tongue and felt hers slip through my lips.
I let go of her arms, brought my hands down to her waist, and pulled her shorts off, throwing them somewhere over my shoulder.
There she was. That wet pussy I had been dreaming about since I walked out of her kitchen that afternoon.
I wanted to shove my face between her legs and taste the sweet juices that were starting to seep out of her. I wanted to run my tongue over her thighs and between her folds, opening her up for my cock.
But I didn’t.
I wanted to see her and I wanted her to see me. Completely.
I took two steps back and just stood there, looking at her. She looked up in a frenzy, trying to figure out why I had stopped and whether I would keep going.
“Hunter?” she said, tentatively.
“Shut up, Kelly, and take off your shirt.”
As she reached down and slowly pulled her tank top over her head, I did the same. Her tits rose with the shirt and then bounced back into place perfectly.
“Oh my God, Kelly. You’re fucking beautiful.”
There she was, sitting on the hood of the car, completely naked, legs spread, just waiting for me.
“Hunter, please,” she moaned out as she lay back and ran her hands through her hair.
She was so ready for me. She wanted this as much as I did. What she wanted with a guy like me, I’ll never know. She was too good for me.
“Touch your pussy,” I said, my voice a low growl.
She looked up with a confused look on her face. She wanted my fucking cock. I was going to give it to her, but not before she absolutely knew that she needed it. I wanted her to know that she would always need it.
“I said, touch your pussy. Open yourself up. I want to see you try and get yourself off and beg me for my fucking cock.”
Her beautiful green eyes stared back at me as she moved her right hand to her mouth and wet two fingers. Then, she reached between her legs and opened herself up, slowly rubbing her clit, never taking her eyes off me. She moaned softly as she obeyed my command and waited for me to give her what she needed.
I kicked off my boots, pulled my coveralls off, and stepped out of them. My cock was aching, it was so hard. It pointed right at her like it knew what it was getting.
As I stood there, watching her touch herself, it took all my strength not to move into her and give her what we both wanted.
I could see her eyes widen as she gazed down my body and saw my throbbing cock standing tall for her. I reached down and grabbed it.
“Is this what you fucking need, sweetheart?”
She kept rubbing her clit, faster and faster, and nodded her head.
“Say it. Tell me you need this cock. You know you do. You know you always have. That pussy belongs to me and you fucking know it. Now say it.”
I was rock hard and calm as I could be. I knew she needed me, just like I needed her. It was like we’d been made for each other. I wanted her to fucking say it to me. I had to hear the words from her pretty fucking mouth.
“Give it to me, Hunter. Please. Let me have it,” she breathed. She was saying the words, but not fully understanding how true they were.
“What do you need? Fucking say it.”
She threw her head back as she toyed with herself and moaned in desperation.
“Your cock. I need your cock, Hunter. I need it inside me. Now.”
“Because you know that pussy is mine. Because you know that pussy always has been and always will be mine.”
“Yes. Goddamn you, yes. I’m yours. Now, Hunter, please now.”
I smiled. I had won. She didn’t realize it yet, but that was the moment of my victory over her, right there. I slowly moved toward her, grabbed her hand from between her legs, and moved it to my mouth. Slowly, I sucked the taste off of her fingers. Then I pinned her hand over her head. I looked down on her. All of her.
You’re fucking mine. Forever.
Chapter 31
Kelly
I COULD FEEL HUNTER’S HOT mouth running over my fingers, taking them in and cleaning my wetness from them. I wanted him to move his face down and kiss me between my legs like he had before. I wanted to feel the waves of heat that were building in my stomach as they started moving throughout my whole being.
The hood of the car felt cool on my warm, naked body, and the contrast between it and the heat coming off of us sent shivers running up and down my spine.
Hunter started moving his mouth from my fingers and worked his way down my arm, wrapping it around his neck as he went. He cupped my naked breast with his hand and squeezed my nipple, gently rolling it between his fingers until it was fully hard, sending a sharp sensation shooting across my body. I could feel myself getting hot and wet between my legs for him. I wanted him inside me now more than ever.
He ran his tongue from my arms across to my breast and flicked it over the hard nipple he had just teased with his fingers. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it, gently causing me to let out a soft sigh when he took his mouth away. The cool hood of the car and our overheating bodies, his wet mouth soothing my nipple after he had squeezed it, it was all too much. I felt the pressure building again and I wanted to come right then, but I wanted much more to let him continue to send waves of pleasure crashing over the rest of me. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
Hunter wrapped both his hands around the sides of my stomach and brought himself up so he was looking down at me. He slid his hands up my torso and caressed my breasts gently, running his thumbs across and around the outside of my nipples.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Kelly,” he whispered as he brought his lips down on mine again, this time running his hands down to my legs and spreading them open so I could feel his erection rubbing up and down between my folds.
“Yes. Please, Hunter. I need you inside me.”
He kept his mouth pressed to mine, letting his tongue dart in and out, and brought his hand down to my opening. Slowly spreading me, he moved one of his fingers around the mouth of my pussy and I could feel him slowly sliding in and out, deeper with his finger each time he circled back.
He brought his thumb over my clitoris and began to rub softly as his finger moved in and out of my soaking pussy. I could feel tension growing in my stomach and starting to move down to my core. When he hooked his finger just inside my wall and pressed on the same spot he had earlier, I let out a sound I didn’t even know I had in me. The pressure was mounting and I wanted to come so badly, but I knew I couldn’t. He was right. I needed his cock. I needed him to give me his full, powerful cock before I orgasmed.
Before I had time to beg him to put himself inside me, he flipped me over so my face was pressed against the hood of the car and I felt him lift my backside up and spread my legs wide.
Then he entered me.
I couldn’t understand it, but as he edged himself inside me from behind, I could feel him go deeper than he had earlier. It was like his cock had grown since that afternoon. He had nearly ripped me open before, but it was no less of a shock when he filled me this time. He slowly pulled out and I gasped in relief, placing my forehead down on the cool hood of the car. As he pushed into me again, he put all of himself inside. I felt a scream escape my lips that I was sure could be heard by the entire town.
He was filling me completely and I desperately moved my hands across the car, struggling to find anything to hold onto, to steady myself as he started to plunge quicker and deeper. He thrust himself into me and then back out again, over and over, like an animal pounding its prey. I was compl
etely at his mercy. Each thrust brought a new level of pure ecstasy as he opened me up wider each time. It wasn’t painful. Every time, my pussy opened further for him, and every time, I cried out for more. I couldn’t control myself. The way my body was spread across the car, the sounds that poured out of my mouth. I reached back and put my hands on Hunter’s hard thighs so I could feel him moving back and forth. I tried to pull him further into me, hoping he would take me to new heights again. And he did. Over and over.
“Holy fucking shit, Kelly. You feel so fucking good,” Hunter panted from behind me.
Hearing his voice only made everything I was feeling intensify. Every sensation and burst of warm, electric bliss as he plunged into me was made more extreme just knowing that he was the one behind me, sending me into such a frenzy.
I felt his hands slam down on my ass and he squeezed with all his might as he pushed his cock harder into me. I lifted my head up and threw my hands on the windshield again, trying to steady myself, but felt them slip down to the bottom. I finally grabbed hold of a windshield wiper and gripped it tight as we moved in perfect time with each other. I lowered and raised my hips, grinding into him with every pump of his massive, pulsing cock. I heard him groan harder with every movement. He was enjoying this as much as I was. I thought I was going to black out and bit down on my lip to keep myself in the moment.
Suddenly, I felt his hand on the back of my head, wrapping itself in my hair, and he pulled me up onto my knees. I heard a moaning by my ear and realized we were cheek to cheek. I reached over my head and behind me, trying to dig my fingers into the back of his neck and realized I hadn’t let go of the windshield wiper. I’d torn it from the car when he pulled me back. It fell to the hood and Hunter grabbed it and threw it across the garage in one furious swipe of his massive hand. He kept his left hand in my hair and with every thrust he pulled my head back so I was left screaming at the ceiling in ecstasy.
“Hunter. Baby. I need to come. Please. Can I come, baby?”
I could barely gasp out the words and wasn’t entirely sure whether I had even spoken.
“Your fucking pussy feels so good, Kelly. I’m going to fill you with my come. Do you want me inside you, baby?”
As he pumped harder and deeper into me, I could feel myself getting weaker, but every time I dropped my head, his hand pulled it right back next to his.
He moved his one arm from my hair to around my throat and turned my head so that I was looking right into his face. He was leaning over my shoulder from behind, his face just an inch from mine, and I struggled to focus on his eyes. I was looking into those fiery eyes as he furiously fucked me. His other hand dropped from around my abdomen and reached around me, rubbing small circles on and around my clitoris.
I cried out as if we were the only people on the planet. I could hear the sounds of my screams mix with the sound of his grunting thrusts, echoing together and filling the garage.
“Hunter, yes. Please baby, can I come?”
I needed to let all this pleasure pour out of me, but like before, I couldn’t allow myself to do it unless he said it was time. I have no idea why. I just couldn’t bring myself fully to the climax I wanted and needed so badly without his permission. He was in control of my body. He’d taken that control from me without ever asking for it. He could do with that power whatever he wanted.
I shut my eyes tight, trying to focus on every beautiful and piercing shot of electricity that moved from my core to every corner of my body. Finally, he spoke after what seemed like an eternity.
“Look at me, Kelly. I want to watch you come. I want to look into your eyes as I fill you with every last drop of me. I want to see your soul the moment it becomes mine.”
I opened my eyes and found his sharp gaze staring right back. With his permission, and him inside me in every way possible, I finally came. Neither of us looked away from each other for even a second. It was like he was inside my soul.
Suddenly, I couldn’t hear a sound. All I could focus on was the multiple explosions that erupted from inside me as Hunter pushed hard and deep into my center. I came harder than I ever thought possible, and I could feel him coming inside of me. I could feel him releasing all of himself into my core and could feel it spreading across my insides. He never broke away from my eyes. We just stared into each other as our bodies came together in perfect bliss.
I collapsed, cheek down, onto the hood of the car and felt Hunter let his hard body softly fall onto mine.
I could feel his forehead resting on the back of my head, his breath on the back of my neck, and his perfect cock still throbbing inside me. There was nothing else in the universe except him, me, and his semen flowing into my fertile body.
Chapter 32
Kelly
WE JUST LAY THERE ON the car. I don’t know how long it was, and I didn’t care to even think about it. All I could feel was Hunter’s body on mine and the foggy haze of satisfaction that was holding us both.
Hunter finally pulled himself out of me. He slid his hard and sweaty body across mine and lay with his back against the hood of the car. He was breathing, deep and slow, and he stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t leaving. I lay with my stomach pressed against the cool metal and gazed over at him.
This was a man.
Every inch of him was carved out of stone. His massive frame lay there on the car, completely satisfied by me. There was no second guessing and no insecurity. He knew who he was and he didn’t try to hide it. He wore his tattoos with pride and took what he wanted, when he wanted. As I watched his sweat run and drip over his hard chest and stomach, I realized that this man, this man that I had just met, would be inside me forever. I felt like I knew him better than most of the people I’d held dear for years. Everything surrounding him was a mystery, but the man himself was as simple and primal as anyone could be. Pure and unapologetic power. I wanted to stretch out and lay my head on his chest, but I didn’t want to break apart whatever thoughts were running through his head.
“Goddamn it, Kelly,” he said when he finally spoke. He rubbed the stubble on his face and swept the sweaty hair from his eyes. “I never came that hard in my entire fucking life. You’re fucking incredible, baby.”
He turned his head to the side and looked at me with his deep, blue eyes. He was serious. He wasn’t lying. He never lied about the things that mattered.
I smiled at him with pure satisfaction and slowly slid across the hood so that, lying next to him, our bodies were in contact. Then I leaned my head against the side of his chest.
I waited for him to slide away from me, but instead I felt him bring his arm around me and pull me closer.
Everything felt perfect.
I had never been with someone like this, and lying there in his massive arms, feeling his heartbeat through his chest, I felt more at ease than I had in years. More than that, I felt he did too.
“Kelly,” he said hesitantly. “I’m not, I’m not the guy you think I am. I mean, I’m not a good fucking person.”
I lifted my head so my chin was resting on his chest and I looked up at him with a gentle gaze.
“Who said I thought you were a good person?” I said slyly.
He slid his arm out from under me and sat up on the hood.
“No, listen, Kelly. I’m fucking serious here. You saw me beat up a couple dumb punks in a diner and, well, we’re doing whatever this is,” he said, and let his hand brush over the lips of my wet pussy, “but you have no fucking idea who you’re lying next to.”
He was leaning with his back to the windshield, I could see every tattooed muscle moving with each breath he took.
I pulled myself up and leaned against the windshield next to him, the cold glass feeling good against my hot skin.
“Well, so, tell me. Tell me who you are.”
He turned his head to the side and shot me a glance as he laughed reluctantly.
“You have no fucking idea” he whispered.
“So tell me,” I repeated, louder.
He looked at me and let out a sigh, as if he was seriously considering it. Then he shook his head.
“If you knew who I was, you’d fucking hate my guts,” he said.
Then he slid off the hood of the car and walked toward his messy pile of filthy clothes.
“So you’re just going to leave me again?” I said, losing my nerve. I let my voice rise, even though I knew that would make him want to leave even more. I couldn’t help it. “That’s what you’re good at, right? This afternoon, before you saw me on the street tonight, now, every single time, the only thing on your mind is how you’re going to get out of this mess, even as you’re creating it. Big, tough, Hunter has to run away from a little girl before she gets her claws into him. Is that it? Is that what you’re so afraid of? Because if it is, you’re a coward.”
He didn’t look at me as I spoke. He made no sign that he even heard my words. He just began to slip his clothes back on.
“See. I knew it. Running away again,” I shouted.
Then he shot me a glance. I felt as if he was about to leap across the room and grab my throat.
“Who said I was fucking running away?” he said, seething through gritted teeth. “I’m putting my fucking clothes on.”
He walked back over to where my clothes were spread out, picked up my shirt and shorts and threw them at me. I caught them and covered myself.
“I said you had no fucking idea. I did not say I was fucking leaving you. Got that?”
I nodded my head as I slipped my shorts back on and slid my top over my head.
Hunter walked to the table and picked up his old buddy, Jack Daniels, and took a long drink. Then he slammed it down on the table and lit a cigarette. He pulled a chair across the room and sat on it, facing me.
He looked immaculate. Everything I wanted in a man was sitting in front of me. We had broken through every conceivable physical barrier and now the mystery that was Hunter was about to unravel before my eyes.
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