It was intoxicating, this strange power I wielded over Hunter Hargreaves. I loved that I could kiss away the anger raging in his beating heart.

Hunter was such a strong, formidable man.

But then again… he always had been.

The tough, sarcastic young biker had always made me feel incredibly safe and secure, either by mere presence or by wrapping his tight, powerful arms around me.

As I kissed along the edge of his jaw, I couldn’t help but admire how flattering the years had been to him. His tough, athletic build had bulked him up handsomely, giving him rippling arm muscles that were tight and hard under my hands. My fingertips slid over the curves of his skin, pulling at the hem of his worn gray tee. Beneath the frayed fabric, they danced along the stern, sculpted ridges of his washboard abs. Every last little brush of skin against skin ignited the warm fire that was already building in my inner core, pushing it towards a burning blaze…

Even Hunter’s natural musk was stronger. This was a man who should have spent a week in a leading laboratory somewhere in Paris, having the next big cologne created from the intoxicating scent wafting off of his skin.

It filled me with a carnal, possessive need every time I got a good, solid whiff of him…Which, with my teeth playfully nipping at his shoulder, wasn’t difficult right now.

“Feisty tonight,” he groaned approvingly.

“Just wanting to show my man how much I appreciate what he’s doing…” My fingertips – whoops! – playfully brushed against the stiffened rod in his jeans. “How very hard I know that this is on him…”

His husky voice sang low. “Go on…”

“Oh, I think I will,” I whispered into his ear. My fingers gently traced the outline of his cock; I could already sense it twitching, desperate to leave its black denim prison.

“I think I’ll go on quite a bit…”

Gently, I lowered myself down to my knees. My hands explored the cut of his rigid abdomen, briefly feeling along every last, aching line as if this was the last I’d touch them. Satisfied, I then hooked my fingers around the latch of his belt, unbuckling and unthreading it open.

Hunter lifted his chin and groaned as I pulled free his rock-hard cock and held it in my hand. It pulsated warmth and power, and I relished the fact that I knew so well how to please him…

“Ufffhh,” he grunted as my lips enveloped the engorged crown atop his shaft. I braced myself against his body as I began to slowly slide my lips over his thick, velvety erection.

Hunter looked down upon me with a strained face. We kept eye contact as I half-lidded my eyes, bobbing up and down on his hard cock.

“That feels too good, babe…” He groaned, threading the fingers of one hand into my hair. “You know what I like…”

I slowly plucked the tip from my mouth and ran my tongue along it, tasting the salt and sweat from the long ride. “That’s right, Hunter,” came my reply as I coated it with my saliva, bobbing it down into my mouth briefly before pulling back up again. “I always know what you like…”

“Damn right you do…”

I happily continued, eager to please him until I felt his hot release erupt against the back of my throat.

Hunter was slowly bobbing his hips into my face, one hand fanned out against my head with the other on the small of his back. He sped up the pace as I urged him on, willing him to use my body however he saw fit.

From my place on my knees, I was giving this handsome, rugged biker president everything. I was letting him exert control over me to please himself, and to fulfill his own needs.

But I was the one with the real power.

If I stopped right now, it would stoke his fury to a ridiculous level. But with his massive cock in my hands and in my throat, my wet lips wrapped around it, I could feel his pulse.

It was right there.

Right beneath the skin.

For all its strength, I held the most delicate instrument of his body between my teeth. By simply unbuckling his jeans, or hiking up my skirt and leaning forward, I could make one of the most feared, respected, and ultimately dangerous men in the American Southwest bend to me.

So intoxicating…

His heir only grew stronger in my womb by the day. While Hunter’s lifestyle had previously given me reservations that he would make a good father, I didn’t doubt for a second that he would lay down his life to protect the two of us.

Hungrily, I pulled his shaft free and licked my own saliva from it, losing myself to my lust.

I loved how there was a wicked glint in his eye as he bend his head down to watch me. He took in a small burst of air, and his grip on my head slightly tightened.

Hunter would be an amazing father.

I would be the best goddamn mother I could.

There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that, together, we would learn from the mistakes of our own childhoods and raise our son to be an incredible fucking human being.

“Getting close,” Hunter grunted.

This was it.

I was ready to swallow his seed…

Hunter held my head back, plucking his cock from my lips. “But not like this,” he grunted. With a nod of his head to our bed, he smiled darkly.

“This is about you.”

“This is never about me,” he caringly stroked my cheek with his rugged palm. “This is always about us, my love… about us forever.”

I almost cried at his sweet words.

Instead, I let him help me up off the ground. Hunter sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his thick, heavy boots, then pulled down his worn jeans and tossed his clothes to the floor.

Meanwhile, I was tugging garments from my swollen body and dropping them into the same pile, intermingling our clothes before he and I hungrily did the same with our bodies.

“How do I look?” I asked him as he crawled into the bed towards me. “Am I still sexy to you?”

“Babe,” he smiled. His husky, low voice was drenched with all the need I had to hear. “You are the sexiest fucking creature on the planet.”

I slyly scrunched up my face.

“You’re just saying that because you’re stuck with me now.”

“Not true,” he grunted, taking my hand in his. “Not true at all… can’t you feel what looking at you does to me?”

He moved my hand back onto his cock.

It burned with primal need.

“Can’t you feel what your scent does to me, babe? What brushing against you does to me?”

I could feel it throbbing with his pulse.

“There isn’t another woman in the whole goddamn world who can have this effect on me. The fact that you have our son in your womb,” he groaned, pulling my hand free from his cock, then placing it to my wet pussy, “only makes you that much more irresistible to me…”

I felt him moving my fingers against my clit, rubbing small circles along my folds, and then he pulled back and began to stroke himself slowly.

“Play with yourself for me,” he growled.

As I found myself disappearing deep into his ravenous, handsome gaze, I did as I was told.

My fingers rolled along the slickened folds of my sex as I touched myself for him. This was new territory for us, in all the sensual, erotic things we had done to each other, and as I slowly lost myself to the sensations I loved the rawness to it.

“That’s right, baby,” he licked his lips. “Just like that. Don’t do this for me, do it for you. I’m only here to watch…”

The embarrassment of touching myself with an audience – even just him – quickly died off as I embraced how satisfying every latest little flick felt; every small motion ramped up the building anticipation, somehow feeling stronger than ever before beneath his hungry gaze.

The primal hint in his heavy, lurking stare gave his name a fitting subtext. I felt like willing prey before him, ripe for the taking…

Hunter was a crouching, starving wolf.

I was the enthralled, swollen sheep.

But all of that faded in importance as I lost myself further in the motions. My head fell back and I gasped, unable to control myself any longer. My engorged clit screamed as my core burned in an incredible fire, the mounting pressure rising and demanding release…

Suddenly, just before the moment of climax, the starving wolf pounced forward.

It was so fast that I barely registered what had happened. My fingers had slipped away in shock; Hunter’s face was now buried deep into my wet, desperate sex. His hard, wet mouth sucked my clit between his lips, his stiff tongue filling my needful pussy…

The orgasm was instantaneous. I fought to cover my mouth; my trembling moans became almost a piercing scream.

My entire body shook as Hunter took over the moment, racking wave after wave of pleasure. I felt every nerve erupt with electricity, and every sinew strained with intense, furious release.

I rode his face, with one hand desperately clamping onto his hair. He didn’t stop a beat, forcing me to accept every last mighty shiver down my spine and every crippling, rocketing climax as they surged across me.

He had given me some incredible orgasms.

But this was on an entirely different level.

By the time my aching body relaxed, I drifted backwards into the comfortable, warm bedding. My heaving breasts rose and fell with the weight of my deep, satisfied breaths.

“How was that?” I heard his low voice growl from between my thighs.

“Incredible…” I gasped, digging deep for the strength to even lift my head back up. “Although we both know that I did all the real work.”

“Wouldn’t have been that intense with me.”

It was hard to dispute that.

“Give me a moment, and I’ll let you have your turn…” I slyly chuckled. “I need a little recharge before I can get into position for you…”

“No need.”

I raised an eyebrow.

Hunter pulled himself up off of the bed, still stroking himself. He wandered towards me with that devious little look in his eye.

“I want your mouth,” he demanded.

I brushed his hand away from his cock.

“You’re lucky I caught my breath.”

“I’m a lucky man regardless.”

“Damn right,” I smirked.

I dove his gorgeous, throbbing cock straight into my mouth, lifting my head just enough to properly take him in. This time I took full control, clamping a hand around his hard ass and forcing him to piston his rock-hard cock into my throat.

“Goddamn, Sarah,” he growled as he steadied himself against the wall. “I love it so fucking much when you deep throat me…”

I took that as encouragement.

Thrusting myself harder into the act, I was determined to drain him of every last drop of that he had.

“Christ, Babe…”

That’s right, sweetheart.

Cum for me.

Hunter slid his knee onto the mattress, two feet from my face. His hardened body took up my entire field of vision as I bobbed dutifully up and down on his thick, juicy cock like a world-class sex Olympian.

Already, I could tell that his rugged body was straining. Hunter was eager to ride out every last ounce of pleasure that I could give him, putting his all into making it last.

But I was resolved to get him off.

And I knew he couldn’t hold out forever.

Finally, his knee was trembling against the bed, and I could hear the unquenchable lust in his voice as he strained to speak.

“Babe, you’re gonna make me come…”

You’re goddamn right I am.

His hips were bucking now, and I steadied myself against him. Hunter’s fingers tangled in my hair, careful to not rip it from my scalp as he finally lost the battle.

“Holy… fucking shit…”

His cock twitched in my mouth, releasing hot ropes of his burning seed just where I wanted it – down the back of my throat. I could taste the salty cum as he filled my mouth, trying to keep his groans as quiet as earthly possible.

“Sarah… fucking hell…”

I swallowed every scorching drop, caressing his twitching shaft with my wet tongue. He was still holding himself taut in position, shuddering with pleasure.

When I was sure that I’d lapped him clean, I pulled him from my lips and gave him a few last little affectionate strokes with my tongue. There was a massive, proud smirk clear across my face as I grinned up at my fiancé.

“How was that?”

He glanced down at me with total exhaustion. “You are goddamn terrific, babe. I should marry the shit out of you.”

“You think so?” I asked, shifting over as he climbed into the bed beside me. “I don’t know, I’ve got my eye on this one seriously hot biker guy… he’s in charge of this whole MC in Texas.”

He quietly snorted in amusement.

“Oh yeah?”

Hunter kissed my earlobe as he settled into position behind me.

“Definitely,” I continued. “He gets up to all sorts of crazy shit out in the desert. Word on the street is, he’s even the de facto leader of some wild criminal organization.”

I lifted my head, letting him slide his large arm beneath. When I relaxed into it, he shifted to spoon me against his hard, sculpted body.

“De facto, huh?”

I pushed back against his hard chest.

“That’s right. But he, like, uses them to keep the peace, even if they’re all these hardened thugs and rival bikers. They all respect him.”

Hunter nipped at my ear with his teeth.

“Guy sounds like a real prick.”

I chuckled.

“Oh totally, the biggest. He can be so full of himself. But biker guy backs it up. Not a moment goes by that he doesn’t keep me convinced that I’m his entire life.”

“Is that so…”

I nodded, lifting my face to kiss him.

“Well, if I were that guy…” His lips met mine for a few loving seconds, “I’d hope you knew that he’d give his last breath to protect you, and that kid swimming around in there.”

I lowered my head to his arm, snuggling up beside him again. No matter this latest obstacle to our happiness together, I still loved him with all my heart, just like I always had.

Hunter leaned his lips to my ear.

“Still sounds like a real asshole, though. Drop that guy and shack up with me instead.”

I stifled a tender laugh.

“Yeah, maybe. I’ll think about it.”