It had been a few months since Hunter and I had made things official and came out to my father about our relationship. Things were going well and I was looking forward to my future with Hunter in my life. I had finally found a place of my own, but the truth of the matter was I stayed at Hunter’s apartment more times than not.

We should just move in together, I knew this, but a part of me liked having my own space and the independence that came with it.

He was the only man I had ever wanted, and when he told me I was his first, I knew it was the same way for him.

I was it for him.

We were currently in his bed in the apartment he rented. Although he spent most of his time at my father’s, even before we had gotten together, he still had this place to store personal possessions. But Hunter was not a materialistic man, so even the items he had were not what I’d call personal. A bed, table, couch, those were the things he kept here.

No pictures on the walls, no decorations.

He was a man who didn’t need much. He only needed me.

Oh God. I love this man.

I was pulled back to the present, Hunter’s big body over mine, his desire for me tangible. He filled me completely, his cock so thick, so big I couldn’t breathe. I was stretched to the max, feeling ecstasy and possession the likes of which I would never feel with anyone but this man.

As he started to really fuck me, all I could do was enjoy the sensations, take them all in. Before long, Hunter was pulling away from me, disconnecting himself, and looking down at where I was spread. My entire body felt like it was on fire.

“Spread your legs even further, Snow baby.”

With my pussy spread open, he reached out and slid his fingers against my slit, knowing exactly how to touch me to make me nearly come undone.

I found myself thrusting my hips slowly at first, moving my pussy back and forth on his fingers, seeking more, needing it. As he rubbed faster, I pushed my hips against him harder, needing to go over the edge.

“Beg me for my cock, baby.”

I opened my mouth, my breathing erratic, and my throat so tight I couldn’t actually form any words.

“Beg my to eat this pretty little pussy.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He removed his hands from between my legs and lifted his fingers up to show me how they glistened. Then he spread that cream on my mouth, making me taste myself on the digits. Hunter leaned down to run his tongue over my mouth. He licked and sucked at my lips, cleaning off my arousal, making me even wetter because of it.

“You taste so fucking good. You taste like you belong to me.” He gripped my ass, shifted us, and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt the hardness of his cock between my thighs. I needed his dick deep inside me again. He leaned down and started running his tongue up the side of my throat.

“I’ve only just begun to show you what it means to be mine.”

“I want you,” I whispered.

He groaned, placed the head of his cock right at my pussy hole, and started pushing in. Even though I knew what he felt like, he stretched me so damn good. A delicious burn traveled through my whole body. He had his hand on the bed beside my head, his jaw clenched tightly, and his expression fierce. I curled my nails into his flesh and brought him closer. Inch after inch, he pushed into me… owning me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet.”

I could see a look of pure ecstasy cover his face. “Yes,” I gasped.

He started thrusting into me, pulling out and pushing back in, like an animal had been let loose. With each second that passed, his speed, and the pounding of his cock into my pussy became harder. I moaned loudly, not hiding my desire, my pleasure.

“Take me the way you want,” I begged, pleaded. Every time he pulled out of me, my pussy tightened around his shaft, as if trying to draw him in deeper. The stretch and burn of his cock filling me only increased my need to have him pounding all that heavy flesh into my body. “Don’t hold back.”

He groaned and leaned his face toward the crook of my neck. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” Hunter said against my throat. He moved his hands to my waist, lifted up slightly so there were inches between us now, and stared down at me.

Just when I felt the pleasure mounting, he pulled out of me and moved onto his back, pulling me up and over him. I now straddled his waist, his cock hard and slick with my juices.

“Ride me, Snow. Work for my cum.”

Reaching between us, I took his cock, rose up on my knees, and placed the tip at my entrance once more. Then I pushed down, engulfing him with my body. My muscles tightened and a moan left me. My pussy was so juicy that when I slid up and down on his shaft it was with little effort.

Up and down I moved, curling my nails into his chest as the pleasure morphed into something so much more intense.

“Yes. Faster.” He gripped my waist tight. I obeyed him instantly. I needed this just as much as he did. I slid down his shaft once more and ground my pussy against him.

We both groaned.

My orgasm slammed into me. Hunter held onto me tighter and started lifting his hips, thrusting even harder into me. He helped me rise and fall on his dick, lifting me and pulling me back down. Finally, my climax peaked and I exploded for him. Head thrown back, hands braced behind me on his thighs, and chest thrust forward, I didn’t care how I looked or sounded. The pleasure was too much.

Gruff groans came from Hunter as he thrust once, twice, and a third time into me before stilling and coming. My pussy convulsed around his cock, and I felt him thrust once more. I could feel his cum filling me, felt the hotness and thick quantity of it as he emptied himself in my body.

When my orgasm finally ended and I could breathe once more, I collapsed on his chest. We both panted heavily, our sweat-soaked bodies rubbing against each other. Nothing was said for several long moments but it was a comfortable silence.

Hunter had a steel grip on me, and if I was being honest, it felt good lying naked in his arms, having him hold me tightly.

I was truly his.

The longer we lay together, the slower the rhythm of his pounding heart became

“Get some sleep, baby girl.” He smoothed a hand over my hair. “You have never been more mine than you are now.”

I couldn’t agree more.