“But I’m not. I am not a good boy, not one bit,” Hunter murmured and easily slid one of his fingers into Asty’s eager body. “If you knew half the filth that goes through my mind every day …”
Asty gasped loudly and held on to him, hypnotized by the dark streaks on his ghostly white face. “What things?” she uttered as his finger tickled the insides of her pussy.
“Like eating your ass at the club on the pool table with your father just around the corner. Or fucking your tits now that they’re so much bigger. I keep thinking about coming all over those dark nipples, seeing them slick with my cum. Then I just zip you back up into the dress, and no one knows you’re my dirty girl.”
She drank every word from his lips, and each vision he painted for her went straight to her pussy, making it throb with arousal. Nodding, she pulled him down for a kiss and moaned softly as her stiff nipples brushed against Hunter’s chest. She never thought a man could make her so frantic, ready so quickly. She always believed she needed to be rational about sex, that it wouldn’t be like in erotic books, but there she was, getting wet from just a few dirty words spilling from his mouth. “You’ll have to keep me quiet ...”
“I will gladly.” Hunter gave her a predatory smile that made her shiver. “But I would mess up your makeup. Do you want all my family to see I’ve just fucked you when we go downstairs?”
Asty shook her head and kissed his arm, squeezing her pussy around the finger that was still shallow inside her and moved far too slowly for her liking.
“So you will have to keep quiet like a mouse.” Hunter’s other hand trailed up her body, over the bump of her belly, and to her full, tender breast. “Can you do that?”
Asty shuddered, and it felt as if the tremble coursed even through her bones, as she sagged against the wall, clutching on Hunter’s shoulders when her knees briefly gave up. “I’ll try ...”
“Unzip my jeans,” Hunter whispered into her ear, gently moving his fingers in her pussy in that infuriatingly mellow way.
It was easier said than done with fingers that shivered from deep excitement. She bit the leather of his cut and pressed her hand against the front of his jeans. The clear outline of his stiffening cock fit perfectly against her palm as she squeezed it before opening the zipper.
“You’re getting there,” he murmured and pressed his thumb against her clit, making her moan and squeeze her thighs over his warm hand.
Asty pulled her teeth over her bottom lip and popped open the button of Hunter’s jeans. The heat radiating from beneath the denim beckoned her closer, and she traced his erection with her fingers through the stretched fabric of his underwear.
“I’ve missed it all evening ...”
“I can think of many things you could do with it.” Hunter nipped on her ear but pulled his hand from under her skirt. She was about to voice her disappointment when he pulled her to the bed.
She sat down on the edge of the mattress and stroked her hands up and down the rough fabric of his pants, looking between his open zipper and his face, framed by gorgeous dark hair. “Like what?” she asked innocently.
“Do you have your makeup with you?”
Asty grinned at him and brushed the tip of her fingernail over the cotton-sheathed erection. Her pussy was spasming with excitement, and knowing there were people partying just below was making her feel especially naughty about what they were about to do. “Yes?”
“Then you can suck my cock.” Hunter pierced her with his gaze and pulled his pants lower, along with his underwear, just enough to reveal his engorged cock. He took a step closer to stand over her knees, his cockhead just a fraction of an inch from her lips.
Breath caught in Asty’s throat when she looked straight at the smooth head. She glanced into Hunter’s intense eyes, standing out in the frame of ghostly face paint, and leaned forward until the smooth tip of his cock slid up her tongue and into her open lips. She exhaled and watched Hunter’s brows twitch at the sensation of warm air brushing against his dick.
Asty’s hands climbed up Hunter’s legs, one settling on his hip, the other curled around the base of the cock, as she slowly took the hard flesh into her mouth, stroking it with her split tongue. He tasted so real, so organic and primal, of musk, and salt, and a hint of soap, creating an intoxicating mixture that drew her in.
“That’s right. And this is just the prelude to me fucking you. I felt you getting so wet on my fingers.” Hunter put the digits that had been inside of her minutes ago against his lips and then sucked them in with a groan.
Asty whimpered against his cock and pulled her mouth off it, tickling it up and down with the back of her tongue and swirling both tips just underneath the flared head. “You feel so good when you fuck me,” she uttered and took him in again, sucking around the tip and slowly going lower, exploring the thick veins and the heat of his skin.
Hunter smirked and slid his hands underneath her jaw, keeping her head still. Asty’s breath quickened because she knew what would be coming. He began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her lips with his hot, stiff cock. It was a strange sensation, as if she were balancing between fear of discomfort and a growing lust making her breasts throb with longing. She trusted Hunter not to choke her, and so she gradually relaxed, moaning when the head tickled the back of her tongue. Slowly, she moved her hands to his angular hips and then back to his ass, which flexed with every move he made.
“Good,” Hunter whispered hoarsely. “I could come just fucking your mouth like this, but we don’t want this to end so soon, do we?” He pulled away, and Asty didn’t want to let his cock go, but there was no way around it.
She licked her lips, still massaging his legs and swallowing around the phantom of that delicious cock, but she leaned back, watching him. “Remove my stockings ...”
Hunter sank to his knees in front of her, and he took his time, sensually sliding his hands up her legs, all the way to the lacy tops of her stockings, while never taking his eyes off her. He leaned forward and kissed one of her breasts through the dress.
Asty shivered and stroked his long, smooth hair, arching her chest against his face. The proximity of his fingers to her hot pussy was a constant buzz at the back of her mind, but she let him touch, as each brush of fingers against her skin was like firecrackers on her body. Hunter pulled down her stockings and tickled her naked foot with a grin, as his other hand dove under her dress again, stroking her wet panties.
“Can’t wait to be inside you.”
Asty gave a short yelp before sucking her lips in to shut herself up. She couldn’t help it. It was almost as if her body became more sensitive each time they had sex. “I wanna see your face when you come,” she whispered, leaning back on one elbow as she started quickly pulling the top part of her dress lower.
“Might be a bit hard with the bump …” Hunter kissed her navel as soon as it appeared but kept teasing her pussy relentlessly through the panties, making her so wet she was sure she’d be dripping if it wasn’t for the underwear.
Asty tickled his neck and then slowly closed her thighs around his head, just enough to feel his breath on her skin. “I’m sure we can make it work somehow ...”
“You’re not afraid that Jesus is watching?” Hunter snorted and wiggled his eyebrows, pointing to the cross on the wall with his head.
Asty glared at him before pushing down her dress until it pooled at her waist like a thick belt. Her bra felt too hot now and was brushing against her hard nipples whenever she inhaled air. “I have a hot demon to guard me now.”
“That demon is hard for you and will suck all of your energy in a scorching orgasm.” Hunter pulled down her panties and groaned when he looked at her naked pussy. “I’m such a lucky fucker.”
Asty laughed. “I’m happy you’re aware of your privilege,” she said and put one of her feet on his shoulders, massaging it gently. The air felt impossibly cool as it touched her heated folds, and she longed for nothing more than for Hunter to slide into her.
Two more movements and her heavy, tender breasts popped out of the cups of her bra.
“Privilege?” Hunter rolled his head to the side and kissed her foot. “I’ve been possessed and bewitched. I had no say in falling for you.” He gave her toe a lick.
A soft warmth spread in Asty’s chest, and she touched his black lips with her thumb. It was such an exhilarating experience to share this kind of connection with someone, to feel so adored, and adore him back. “Neither of us did.”
Hunter groaned and pushed her farther on the bed before climbing on next to her. “I can’t wait a moment longer.” His hand explored her body all the way from her belly to her breast and Hunter twirled his fingers around her nipple.
Asty shifted a bit, as her stomach was really getting heavy in that position, and slid her arms around Hunter. “Lean back,” she whispered against his lips.
“Only if you promise not to run away.” Hunter took a deep breath and did as she asked, his cock hard and stiff against her skin, throbbing with a need she couldn’t wait to fulfill.
She propped her hand on his chest and straddled his hips, her tight dress rolling up far enough to expose most of her buttocks. At this point, her pussy felt open and hollow, throbbing to be filled with his beautiful cock, but instead of sinking down right away, she rolled her hips and whimpered when his cockhead touched her clit briefly. “I won’t ... I need you so bad ...”
Hunter’s gaze was frantic, licking her up and down. He placed his hands on her thighs and started slowly rocking his hips. “Ride me. Slide my cock into your tight pussy.”
Asty nodded and reached down, raising his cock just enough to align it with her entrance. The moment they touched, a flash of liquid heat weaved itself into her muscles, and she pushed down, speechless as the thick column of flesh filled her aching pussy. Asty stroked his chest, taking deep breaths to steady herself, as they both adjusted to the intensive sensations.
“Yes,” she whispered, rocking her hips back and forth. Asty loved the way she could control the movements of his cock in this position. It stirred inside her, brushing against the hypersensitive walls of her vagina.
But when Hunter slipped his fingers to her clit and started rhythmically rubbing it in all the right ways, her excitement skyrocketed, making her bite her lips and move up and down faster. She tried to catch up with the pace he was pushing for as they both chased their orgasms, panting and watching each other as if they wanted to eat the other raw.
Asty could hardly catch her breath as she moved over Hunter, frantic with pleasure that was building inside her like bubbles in a shaken soda can, ready to explode at any moment. She grabbed Hunter’s wrists and pulled his hands to her naked breasts, barely remembering she should be keeping quiet.
Hunter’s green eyes went dark with lust when he squeezed her breasts. She loved how in moments like these, she was the center of Hunter’s universe. She could see it in the way he looked at her, sense it in the way he touched her, and even smell it in his arousal. He tuned into her rhythm as their movements were becoming more frantic.
Climax rolled over Asty’s body unexpectedly, and she clutched at Hunter’s shoulders, throwing her head back as she rode her orgasm with his fingers squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples. The burn inside her became less urgent then, but she leaned over Hunter and stared into his deep eyes, rolling her hips in small circles, eating up his slipping self-control. She felt so light, so sexy on top of him.
“This is so hot ...”
“Fuck, yes,” Hunter hissed and grabbed her hips hard, slamming his cock into her a few more times before he came with a low groan, panting for air and catching her lips into a kiss. His dick was throbbing inside of her, as his tongue played with hers. Asty’s nipples felt heavy and stiff, but she was on cloud nine, completely melting into her lover.
She squeezed her inner muscles around him, and he whimpered, sliding his arms over her back as they kissed, completely sated. Asty nipped on the tip of his tongue and crooked her head, whispering into his warm lips. “I love it when you come inside me.”
“I’ve only done it bare with one girl before you. It feels amazing. I love knowing there’s nothing between us.” Hunter closed his eyes, tracing her spine.
Asty pressed as close to him as she could without squeezing her belly. “I know. I don’t want anything between us. It’s like I couldn’t touch you enough.”
“I love you,” Hunter whispered and looked into her eyes. “And I love that we stained this house with some dirty sex.”
Asty nuzzled his nose, completely confident and happy. “I love you too. Now that we christened this room, maybe we can visit sometimes for repeats,” she teased.
Hunter took a deep breath. “I don’t know when I’ll see another invitation from my mom after this. I’m pretty sure that in the last years, she kept sending me them every now and then out of habit, not actually expecting me to show up. Let alone with a date.”
Asty stroked the side of his head and kissed his cheek. She raised her hips for a more comfortable position, and Hunter’s cock slipped out of her, but she was completely focused on her man. “Maybe she’ll change her mind when she finally has a grandkid?”
“It would be her first one. That could melt her heart.” Hunter inhaled deeply with a satisfied smile.
Asty kissed him again and entwined their fingers. “I think she’s just lost in her priorities. Life doesn’t work in absolutes.”
“It does in my mom’s world. And it does in mine, because I would give my life for you.” His gaze softened, and Asty shifted to lie on her side next to him.
Asty’s heart seemed to grow in her chest, and she blinked a few times, chasing away those damn hormonal tears. She was such a ridiculous softie since she got pregnant, and she refused to believe she was losing control over her tear ducts just because her man was so sweet to her. “It’s so strange, because I’m just nineteen, but I’m really happy to have your baby. It’s like you’re with me even when you’re not there.”
“Fuck, babe. Now you’re gonna make me cry. And I’m incapable of that, as we know. Coffin Nails don’t cry, right?” He nuzzled her cheek, surely leaving a white mark on there.
Asty swallowed hard. “If they sometimes do, I won’t tell,” she told him, gently playing with his thick fingers.
“I won’t. So that you can always lean on me.” Hunter gave her another kiss, with his eyes soft and tender as he stroked her side.
Asty glanced at the gory sculpture of Jesus and then back to Hunter. “You know, being in this house makes me understand you better. Thank you for bringing me here.”
Hunter snorted and pulled her closer. “You mean that now you know why I’m so fucked up?”
Asty smiled at him. “No. Now I know why you aren’t like the other bikers.”
“Is that why I got to win you over?”
“Among other things. Your cello game is on point,” Asty said, sliding her fingers around his smudged lips.
“What about my fuck game?” Hunter gave her a cocky grin.
Asty mock-punched his chest and twisted his T-shirt around her hand. “You’re distracting me, and I’m trying to tell you something.”
“Oh, really?”
Asty nodded. “Yes. I think your mom’s overdoing it, but I see where she’s coming from. When you were talking to your siblings, I thought about all the devotional items, and it got me to think. Your family’s belief in God is just as strong as my Dad’s belief in the nonexistence of God. And I thought ... that if there’s something in me that tells me that demons and spirits are real, why should I dismiss that?”
Hunter’s smile faltered. “I thought you’ve been thinking in a different direction lately …”
It was killing Asty to spoil the happy atmosphere, but this was important, and she didn’t want to hide her feelings from the man she loved. “Why is it so bad that I’m a believer? Is this because you never felt a connection with a spiritual being?”
Hunter frowned. “I
t’s bad because you wanted to hurt yourself over it. You cut your skin. You did some crazy shit, Asty, and wanted to do even worse. That’s why it’s bad.”
She scowled and pulled his hand to her lips to kiss it. “It was like a frenzy. But it always used to bring me peace to do the rituals. I’m not sure I want to let go of that. People who follow mainstream religions sometimes do weird shit, too, but that doesn’t mean the religion is necessarily to blame.”
“I mean … like Priest said, if the rituals bring you peace, if it’s like meditation, self-motivations, and stuff like that, then okay, I’m curious myself, but not if you hurt yourself. I can’t stand for that, Asty.” Hunter sighed and squeezed her hand.
Asty swallowed hard. “But I need to know. I don’t want to be gullible and just be led away from something that I believed in for years when it might be just as real as this,” she whispered, stroking Hunter’s forearm.
“How would you ever check if it’s real? Did any of your rituals actually work? Did you ever see a demon come to you, or kill someone?”
Asty frowned. Little things did happen, and when they didn’t, she could always blame it on something else. She had no idea. “I’m not a bad person. I never really wished anyone serious harm, and I felt like I wasn’t advanced enough to summon a powerful entity.” She took a deep breath. “And I ... I was a bit scared. Maybe if I didn’t have to do it alone, I could see if my calls would be answered.”
Hunter watched her in silence and played with her fingers as tension rose between them. But he didn’t say “no.” She needed to persuade him now before the moment would be gone.
She gave him a soft smooch. “If you’re right, and there really is nothing out there, you have nothing to lose. Would you do this with me?”
Hunter swallowed. “Okay. But only if you agree that this would be the last test. And it can involve no cutting, or dying, or any of that.”
Asty smirked. “No dying. No excessive blood. I promise.”
Hunter groaned, but he did smile. “Fucking hell. What am I getting myself into …”
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