“What would your daddy think?” Hunter teased and forced her to moan when he pushed his fingers in up to the knuckle.
Asty bit back a grin and arched under him as her pussy fluttered with excitement. And yet, the stimulation brought on a new sensation to the mix. From somewhere in her stomach, heat was spreading all over her body and filling her with arousal. “He’d think you’re a very bad man ...”
“Am I though?” Hunter gave her ass a little slap and licked down her spine, as his fingers kept working their magic.
Asty looked back and wiggled her butt as much as she could. “No. I’m happy with your services so far.”
“I live to please.” Hunter’s breath was hot on her back, and his hair tickled her sides. Tension grew in her body when he slowly pulled out his fingers, and she heard the crinkling of a wrapper.
Asty exhaled and gathered more pillows against her as she pushed her hips back. Now that they were coming to the main act, worries were flooding back to her and making her stomach twist a little. Lots of people did this and liked it. She enjoyed watching it in porn. There was no reason for her to absolutely hate it, especially since it was Hunter’s cock about to enter her.
His cockhead slid between her pussy lips first and teased her before going up and nudging at her anus. The hairs on her forearms bristled, but then Hunter’s calming voice came raining down her back.
“Breathe, baby.”
And the moment he said that, his hand trailed up her stomach, at the same pace at which her lungs filled. She brushed her fingers over the back of his, trying to relax despite his big cock touching her anus in gentle, slick swipes.
When the thrust came, there was a bit of discomfort, but nothing like the pain she had somewhat expected despite his assurances. Hunter’s moan made her shiver. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Asty. So hot.” He scratched her back with his teeth without biting, and it was so surprising she moaned, arching her back and pushing slightly back into him in the process. Her mind was a pulsing mass of warmth and nonsense as she adjusted to the presence inside. Just after a few moments, even the slight sting was gone, leaving her with a sensation that was somehow like having him penetrate her pussy, and yet so different. It was almost as if she could feel him with even more clarity.
“I ... mhm,” she muttered and bit the pillow, rocking her ass gently. She knew he wasn’t all in yet, as she couldn’t feel his stomach at her ass, and she wanted to know how it would feel to be completely full.
“You like my cock inside, naughty girl, don’t you?” Hunter said against her skin, teasing her with his lips as he spoke, and she could sense his dick pushing in inch by inch, sometimes pulling out a bit, only to slide in farther. It brought in that wonderful burning sensation that spread to her pussy, the small of her back, and her nape. She didn’t know whether she was all there, because there was something so new and different about having Hunter fuck her other hole. Maybe it was also because it was so intimate this time. They didn’t have to hurry and they lay in a real bed, but the way his cock teased her narrow channel seemed to awaken her body on a whole new level.
“Mhm ... it’s so good,” she whispered, moving her hips so his dick would press toward her vagina, and the oddly numb pleasure it got her was a prize she wanted to reach for again.
Hunter murmured in response, and when his hips touched her ass, she knew his thick cock was all in, and simply imagining it gave her a pang of arousal. Hunter reached between her thighs and stroked one of them on the inner side. All Asty could think about was the smell of his shampoo and cologne and his pulsing hot cock inside of her.
Asty picked herself up, raising the front of her body from the pillows, and that angle seemed perfect to achieve that sensation from earlier. She looked over her shoulder and tried to smile at Hunter but moaned instead when he slowly moved back his hips. She licked her lips, completely focused on the way his flushed chest moved and on the tightening of his abs. “Do I feel good?”
“No, you feel fucking fantastic.” He began a hasty motion, rocking his hips, pulling out his cock a bit just to push it back in. “I wish I could stay here every night and fuck you to sleep.”
Asty grinned, biting back an aww, but his words tickled her pride, and she pushed back to meet his hips, now completely relaxed. The fit was still very tight, but somehow she felt her anus become flexible, so nothing hurt, and all she felt was that amazing friction that made her pulse drum in her veins. “That would be amazing,” she admitted and stroked her breast, shuddering when his cock slammed in a bit harder, the power behind that thrust somehow resonating throughout her body.
“I’d have you walking around naked,” Hunter muttered, moving his hand to her ass and he had to be straightening up, because she couldn’t feel his hair anymore. “So I could touch you whenever I wanted. And in the morning, we’d fuck again.” He emphasized the last one by pulling out almost completely and slamming his dick right back in.
“Oh, yes,” uttered Asty, wondering if this alone could actually finish her. She was rocking back and forth, but the way his strong hands steadied her was like additional fuel to her arousal. “Fuck me harder,” she uttered, stretching the front of her body and hanging her head as the world spun around her.
“Fuck yes.” He grabbed her hips, and he wasn’t joking when it came to “harder.” She already knew from how he fucked her pussy that he could be slow and gentle or fast and mean, drilling his dick into like a machine. She moaned every time he pushed in and out with a firm grasp on her hips. She was dripping wet and she even thought that maybe in the future, she could use a vibrator in her pussy as he fucked her ass.
The friction was slowly killing her brain, and at some point, her insides vibrated with heat. She tightened her thigh muscles for balance, and the moment she did, her pussy exploded with waves that made her whole body twitch and shudder. Moaning against the pillow, Asty fell to her elbows, rocked by the hard thrust that made the orgasm last for an eternity that must have been mere seconds in real time.
Her inner walls throbbed and clenched around Hunter’s cock, and he only sped up his thrusts, but then, all of a sudden, he pulled out, leaving her hole strangely empty. He grabbed her thigh and flipped her to her back, then kneeled over her hips, and pulled off the rubber. She could barely breathe, faced with the most arousing view of his tense, tattooed body, and his cock rock hard as he masturbated over her chest, gasping for air and flushed behind the streaks of hair.
“Go on, give it to me,” Asty urged him, moving her hands up his thighs and petting them roughly, without gentleness, as she licked up salt from above her upper lip.
Hunter groaned and put his free hand next to her head for support when he came, spilling his spunk over Asty’s breasts. He was still moving his hand over his cock slowly when he leaned down to kiss her.
His lips were so smooth and soothing as they lazily kissed, stretched out on Asty’s bed, underneath a canopy of fake spider web. It was beyond perfect, and she massaged his back, memorizing where the hot cum landed on her body. This was so hot. Even hotter when he rested his weight on her, and the cum rubbed between them. Thinking about going back to quickies and stealing kisses was making her so unhappy that she decided to forget about it and focus on the now—on the strong muscles of Hunter’s back and the way his tongue knew exactly how to tease hers.
She moved her leg up his thigh and eventually hooked it across it, just to be closer. Arousal was still buzzing inside her, now slightly subdued and more focused on touching than the incoming fireworks of orgasm. This was definitely her nicest first time.
Hunter’s hands slid up and down her body, caressing her skin, and it made her feel special, no matter how corny that sounded even in her mind. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself. Am I right?” he finally spoke, lying on top of her, his weight pleasantly keeping her in place.
She chewed on her lip, but this couldn’t keep her smile at bay. “You are correct, sir,” she said, slowly wiggling her chest under him. It was almos
t as if the sex loaded her batteries instead of tiring her out.
Hunter snorted. “So it’s like that now, huh? You want me to start calling you m’lady and wearing a fedora?”
Asty scowled and punched him on the arm. “Eww! Don’t joke like that!”
“Okay, okay!” He laughed and pulled himself up all of a sudden. “Oh shit. Your belly. Am I not crushing you?” Hunter rolled over to the side and looked at her stomach. There was barely a bump yet.
Asty kissed his cheek and rolled to her side to face him. “Don’t worry. It’s so tiny even I can’t feel it yet,” she promised and rested her head on his bicep.
Hunter traced her belly with his fingers, but then his touch traveled up to her spunk-stained breasts, and he took his time tracing them and painting all over her skin with his sperm.
Asty arched back and watched him with a satisfied smile. “But that was really nice.”
“Can I stay for a while? Since Priest comes back tomorrow afternoon? I really don’t wanna go back to the club. It’s cold and empty.”
Asty swallowed hard and pulled on a strand of his hair. “Please, stay. This place can get cold and empty, too,” she whispered. Since Mom’s death, she was alone most of the time, with Dad busy at the club. He didn’t even come back home every night, as he had a room at the clubhouse.
“I doubt that with a pussy as hot as yours.” Hunter gave her a cocky grin and slid his fingers down her body, all the way to her wet pussy lips.
Asty sighed and raised her leg to let him in. “I never invited any guy here before.”
“I imagine they’d be scared. With that big-ass knife on your cupboard.” Hunter snorted, still playing with her slippery labia.
She snorted. “Right. Not everyone is you and bursts in through the window, ready to steal good girls.”
“I wouldn’t do that to a good girl. She’d call the cops.” Hunter grinned and hugged her close.
“Busted.” Asty kissed the tip of his nose.
They talked a bit more, but eventually, Hunter dozed off, so Asty pulled a blanket over their naked bodies and watched him sleep. She had planned plenty of things for this evening, but none of them seemed of any importance now that she had Hunter in her bed, his handsome face relaxed and innocent. She had the urge to trace his slightly open lips with her fingertips but didn’t want to disturb his slumber, so she just looked at him and imagined how it would be to have him over every night, to be cozy under the comforter and drink cocoa together while watching horror movies. Like a normal couple.
The things he told her that night gave a whole new dimension to him, and she couldn’t wait to uncover more layers of his personality and past. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted Hunter around, and she wanted him to be there for the baby. He could be so sweet and caring, and so rough and hot other times. She felt special with him. Not like a girl. Like a woman. And as much as she shouldn’t focus on a man when she had a ritual to finish in seven months, it was easier said than done. She couldn’t say no to Hunter anymore.
Asty
Asty awoke, broken out of a dream where she tried to desperately keep a door closed while someone attempted to pull it open. She had no idea who it was or why her dream alter ego was so set on protecting access to the 50s-style kitchen where she’d been in her mind. But as reality sank in, the warm hardness of a masculine chest behind her reminded her where she was and what she had been doing for most of the night. When she lifted the comforter, she found Hunter’s arm draped over her hip. His breath was tickling her nape, but the smile on her face turned sour when she realized what awoke her. A chopper had stopped by her house, and that meant that her father or one of his friends was here.
She quickly rolled to her stomach and shook Hunter’s arm.
He squinted at her and began to smile, but then he must have heard the door opening downstairs. “Oh, shit,” he whispered and looked around in panic, rolling off the bed to grab his jeans.
Asty followed him and swiftly picked up her pajama shorts and top. They should have used the damn alarm clock! It was almost eleven AM!
“Asty, I’m home,” Priest called out somewhere downstairs, and she grew even more frantic, looking around to spot anything that needed to stay hidden if her Dad chose to come upstairs.
The moment his footsteps echoed in the staircase, Asty grabbed Hunter’s arm and tugged him toward her bathroom. “Quick, get in there!” she whispered, grabbing his boxer shorts on the way.
Hunter kicked his boots under the desk with his eyes wide. “Hide the cello,” he hissed just before she closed the bathroom door.
Asty glanced back, her mind frantic, and each movement she heard outside her room was like an ever-quickening clock counting down the time to her doom. The cello rested on her desk, and she grabbed its sturdy frame before stuffing it underneath her bed. A knocking on the door made her freeze, but she quickly grabbed a book from a pile on her nightstand and fell into her armchair.
“Come in!”
Fortunately, the vanilla candles she had used last night would mask any trace of Hunter’s cologne.
“Hey, Asty,” Dad said and walked in, leaving snow on her floor. “I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a minute?”
She squeezed her hand on the book, wanting to shout no, but she knew it would be weird if she dismissed him while sitting in her pajamas and reading. “Yes. How was your night? Did you win at pool this time?”
“I lost, but it doesn’t matter. I had a good chat with my guys, but before that, what’s up with the chair in the yard?” He sat in another armchair with a long sigh.
Asty opened and closed her mouth, fishing her brain for ideas. “Oh, right! I forgot to take it back home. I wanted to do this picture with the trees and needed to elevate myself for the right angle.” She wanted to cry with relief that the snow must have covered Hunter’s footprints.
Priest sighed. “So … I wanted to say I’m sorry for the way I took this baby thing. I just … I didn’t think it would happen this way for you. But it will be fine, I’ll help you out any way I can. You know Don’s son, Alex, right? He was an unplanned baby and turned out kinda okay.”
Asty frowned. “He’s very okay. He became a doctor.”
Dad huffed and pursed his lips. “Yeah. So I came early today. I had to get it off my chest face to face. You’re my baby girl, and I’ll support this grandkid. Don’t you worry. But if you could tell me more about the guy, that would be mighty helpful.”
Asty mindlessly glanced toward the bathroom but quickly caught herself and cleared her throat. This was so uncomfortable, and she couldn’t just say anything that came to her mind with Hunter listening. “I mean ... it was Halloween. He was wearing ... corpsepaint,” she muttered, suddenly remembering just how hot it had made Hunter. She needed to ask him to wear it for her again.
“What?” Dad frowned and leaned forward in the armchair.
Asty chewed on her lip. “You know ... like this stage makeup metal bands wear,” she said, waving her hand toward a poster of God Seed on the wall.
“Oh, so he was in a band?” Dad asked good-naturedly, and she could just see that he was calculating how much that narrowed his search.
She shook her head. “No. He was dressed up for a Halloween party as a member of a band. God Seed are from Norway.”
Dad sighed. “I know your mom had this talk with you, but I think we need to speak about this again. There is no way around it. You need to use protection, okay? If you don’t know how to go about it, or if you need to get the pill, I’ll schedule you an appointment at the clinic.”
Asty flushed with a heat so powerful she was embarrassed even in front of Behemoth, who walked inside with a quiet meow. And Hunter was listening to all this ...
“Dad, I know all about this. Obviously, the condom failed. Maybe it was too small for him and broke ... or something,” she uttered, dying of shame. “And I’ll only need the pill after the baby’s born.”
“Right, right. The baby. I keep forget
ting.” He laughed nervously and got up. Finally.
Asty exhaled, feeling like she could actually get to him now. It was worth a shot. “Dad, I know you have the best intentions, but I don’t want this guy to be found. I don’t know him,” she muttered.
Dad hit the wall with so much fury one of her framed posters fell down, and she gasped.
“Motherfucker should have known better.”
She cleared her throat, looked at him, and prepared for an explosion. “And if he’s out of the picture, maybe I could actually date someone ... if you promise not to stalk them. You know, like you did that guy who liked me in junior high.”
“He was a little shithead punk!” Dad took a deep breath. “But yes. I know you’re old enough. It’s just hard to process. Let’s just wait ‘til the baby’s born.”
Asty scowled. “I can’t know when I meet someone ...”
“Enough. Asty, really. Sure, be on the lookout or whatever, but at least give me this much peace. I have enough on my plate as it is with these new guys in the club at each other’s throats.”
Asty rubbed her face, wanting to scream her rage, but she just nodded. “Okay. Let’s talk about this another time.”
“Great.” He pulled her close and kissed her forehead before heading for the door.
Asty peeked at the closed door to her bathroom. “I think I’ll have a nap now.”
“You do whatever you like. I just needed to come and get this out of the way,” he said before leaving.
She chewed on her lip, somewhat deflated. “Okay, Dad. See you around,” she said to herself before very slowly turning the key in her door. She rested her forehead against the wood for a few seconds and walked up to the bathroom. “You can come out.”
“Fucking hell,” Hunter whispered. He had taken his jeans in with him, so he had those on already, but he started frantically putting on his boots and then his jacket.
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