Chapter Thirty-Eight
Kylie
Hunter’s lips were on mine, kissing me deeply and passionately. I trapped him against me, needing to feel him pressed fully to me. I could feel the hunger in his touch. The heat from his lips as he kissed me was intense enough to weaken my resolve to go slow.
He pulled back, smiling at me before he stood and lifted me off of the couch.
I locked my gaze on his face and planted small kisses along his jawline as he carried me up to his room. He carried me like a bride. It was the thing I hoped for most. A future with him, and from the sound of things, I would be getting it.
Hunter kissed me once again right before he opened the door. He was smiling from ear to ear, his eyes aching with need. As we entered his room, he put me down in bed. I watched him with seductive eyes, waiting for his every move. Just when I thought that I was enticing him, turned out to be the other way around.
He began unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off slowly as I watched him from the bed. I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip in desire, wanting to take everything he wore off myself. As the long sleeves fell on the floor, his perfectly muscular chest and stomach caused me to groan. The dark trail of hair that disappeared into his slacks lead to intense pleasure. Where I would never have guessed I could fit his mammoth cock inside of me before, I knew now that it wasn’t only possible, but something I desired to do regularly.
I sat up and knelt before him, extending my hand to touch his soft skin, tracing the ridges of his six-pack abs.
He smiled and reached to cup my face. “Damn, you’re beautiful. Inside and out, baby.”
I whimpered as my body pulsed, my sex growing wet more and more as we toyed with each other. He held my face as our lips met again.
The warmth of his kisses lit up the flames in me like fireworks on the dark skies. It was beautiful and uplifting, making me feel alive. He was all I needed and more than I thought myself worthy of.
I remembered our first time together. He was in full control, and I had to submit to his domination, but this time was different. He was vulnerable and emotional. He pulled my dress up as I held onto his waist, caressing his skin slowly with my fingers. His face was flushed, his eyes filled with the emotions of desire and attraction.
I sat on my knees with nothing more than my panties, the center of them wet from my arousal. I had nothing to hide from him though. He already knew what he did to me, how he turned me on with nothing more than a look.
“Lie back, Kylie.” He pushed my shoulder softly, and I obeyed. Hunter moved on top of me; his body pressed above me as I opened my legs and cradled him in my arms.
His lips moved down slowly to my neck, gently caressing my skin as he moved farther and farther down. When he met my breasts, he kneaded one and sucked the other. He kept his eyes on mine as he worshiped me, tugging and licking until I was shaking and whimpering beneath him.
“So good,” I whispered and arched my back, pressing more of my nipple into the warmth of his mouth.
His eyes were passionate and dazed, filled with romance and love for me. He began to move again down, kissing my body as he lowered his kisses again.
He stopped upon reaching my panties. His mouth was parted as he stared at the damp cloth covering my pussy. I ached to have him consume me, to spread me open and take his time in making me come.
I watched as he bit the hem of my panties, pulling them down using his teeth. As he removed them, he glanced up and smiled, running a finger through my folds and pressing it deep inside of me. He licked my clit before blowing cold air over it several times, which cause me to grow even wetter.
“That’s it, Kylie. Roll your hips, baby. Fuck yourself with my fingers and tongue.”
His words bore into me as I whined and lifted my hips. “Faster. Please.”
“Anything you want.” I arched my back in response to him pumping his finger into my wet body, unprepared for the intensity of pleasure I felt. He leaned back down and licked and sucked at my soft skin, rocking me to the core with lust.
His eyes were focused on me, watching my every move as he kept on going. The way he looked at me was melting and arousing. There were romance and desire mixed up in a delicious combination evident through his expression. He wanted this as much as I did.
He kept going until I felt another finger push its way inside of my throbbing core. His lips began to suck my pussy, licking my clitoris as he fingered me hard and fast. His mouth was skilled; his tongue worked me so fucking good. My orgasm built in my stomach until it ripped through me.
“Fuck,” I cried out and jerked beneath him. I released my sweet juices on his tongue, and he licked it up, drinking me like a fountain.
“Goddamnit, Kylie. You have no clue how much you turn me on, baby.” He sat up and unbuckled his pants, his giant cock already waiting to be unleashed from its prison.
I kept my eyes on his hands as he took his pants off. The big, thick cock stood upright, twitching deliriously as he pulled his trousers down. He rubbed himself gently on my soft skin, and in one move he was all in for me to feel.
He moved back above me and held his shaft, running the thick head of his cock through my wet folds as we both watched. Slowly, he pressed his huge, thick erection into my tight channel. I moaned sweetly, my voice almost unrecognizable from my usual tone.
“I want you, Kylie.” He sounded like he was drunk.
“Then take me. I already belong to you, Hunter.” I looked at him with passion, my head filled with desire and lust. I kissed his lips and tightened my legs around him.
As my breathing increased his deep kisses and passionate thrusting, I could feel how much he loved me. He took his time, and though the sex was lusty and a little rough, everything else about the night was sweet and caring.
He arched his back and hit home deep inside of me as I cried out. “Hold on tight. I want to work you over the edge again. I need to hear you come.”
“Yes,” I whispered and gripped the back of his neck, pulling up a little so he could gain better access to the depth of my pussy.
He sped up, his thrusting getting more fervent as he moved. Heat consumed my entire body. This was the night I had yearned for most of my life. A night where a man would wrap his arms around me and make love to me like he never wanted to let me go: like I was his.
I felt that familiar avalanche of pleasure built up inside of me, and I cried out again. This powerful sensation was divine and something I experienced so often with Hunter that I was almost overwhelmed.
His movements were deeper and more frantic. He was getting close to release. I could feel his thick cock swelling inside of me. He moaned as he continued to move, his mouth parted as he pushed his cock deep in one, strenuous push, stretching me to my limits each time.
I pulled him to me, kissing him back to silence. I was moaning against his mouth as well, the sensation so fucking powerful. I lost control of myself as I sprayed my cum, showering his big cock with wetness and screaming his name.
“I’m going to join you, angel,” he whispered against my lips and rolled his hips, forcing the rest of his dick inside of me.
“That’s it.” He arched his back, and the warmth of his release filled my pussy, mixing with my own cum. I vibrated wildly as he pulled out his hard, robust cock out of my core. He was smiling at me as he lay beside me. “Come here, beautiful.”
I moved closer and rested my head on his chest. “God, that was so good. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby.” He kissed my lips one last time before he closed his eyes. I rubbed his chest as I watched him fell asleep, resting from our intense lovemaking. He smiled in his sleep, and I echoed the gesture.
I didn’t need anything else but him and Vince. My life was complete.