Heart of the Hunter (6 page)

I wanted to taste her, to put my tongue on her soaking pussy and see how wet she was for me. I wanted to know her taste, to be able to close my eyes and bring it back to my memory whenever I wanted. I wanted my lips to be against the lips of her pussy, my tongue inside the mouth of her vagina, kissing it as if it was a mouth also, and whatever juice there was, I wanted to swallow. I wanted to own her. I wanted her to be mine, now and forever.

I needed that. I needed to wrap her thighs around my neck and feel her shake for me.

I pulled her head back and broke our lips apart. She looked up at me, stunned, angry and sad at the same time, begging for it not to end. I just stared down at her, licking my lips like an animal about to make a kill. I wet my two middle fingers in my mouth even though I knew she was ready. I wanted to let her know that I was about to go inside her, even if just for a second. I moved my hand from her hair to around her throat, moving her head out of the way so I could watch my other one go up her skirt, under her panties, and over her pussy. She was hot. She was so fucking hot and so fucking wet. I worked my fingers between her thighs leaving a trail of my saliva on them. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, as if there was any point in still resisting.

Open up for me, baby. You know you want to let me in.

I tightened my grip on her neck, ever so gently, just as a reminder of who was in control, and magically, her thighs opened up for me.

Good girl. That’s it. Obey me.

I put my fingers inside her for the first time and gasped. That’s right, it was my turn to gasp. She was so tight around them it shocked me.

Was it possible she was a virgin?

I had no idea, but she certainly wasn’t far off it. My cock almost exploded at the thought. I was going to conquer all of this, fuck her like she’d never been fucked, fill her like she’d never been filled in her entire, sweet, innocent life.

I slid my fingers all the way up into her, until she swallowed them inside her. I gasped again. She was biting my neck.

Naughty girl.

She might be the prey, but she wasn’t giving in without a fight. She had fire in her. It drove me wild.

As I brought my fingers out and then in again, I stopped short just past her opening and curled them away so I pushed on the rough, juicy patch inside her front wall. I pressed down slowly and firmly. She took in a slow, stuttered gasp and went limp in my arms, leaning into where I was pushing.

Baby’s never felt that before, hey? It’s not a myth, sweetheart.

As I pressed down on her special spot, she squirmed in my arms and dug her nails into my neck, unable to escape the pleasure I was giving her. I let it build until she couldn’t take anymore and stopped pressing just before she came. I had her. She was in my complete control and I wasn’t letting her go.

Not yet, darling. I’m not done with you yet.

I pulled my fingers out and grabbed her waist from behind with both hands. She damn near fell over and I hoped I hadn’t finished her off already. She steadied herself against the counter and looked back at me with those beautiful green eyes, almost as if she was taunting me and begging me to finish what I’d started.

I spun her around, grabbed the back of her neck, and forced our lips together again. I slid my hand up her skirt and got a handful of her backside. I squeezed her hard and pulled her into me. She was moaning with every breath and movement I made against her. I couldn’t wait to have my mouth on her pussy. I tore her underwear off with one hand.

Pretty sleek little number for a casual work day, Kelly. Were you waiting for me, baby?

In one fluid motion, I lifted her up onto the sink, almost throwing her in, but caught her and rested her on the edge of the counter. Pulling her hair and taking her face away from mine, I looked deep in her eyes as she stared back. I was breathing heavy and grinding my cock into her bare pussy through my pants. I was going to give it to her soon. Just not yet.

I took a step back so she could steady herself. Then I knelt down in front of her. I was face to face with her pussy. It looked so good, so pure. I ran my mouth along her inner thigh with my tongue and breath, leading the way to where she hoped I would go. Using a little force, I spread open her legs, then, finally, I got my first taste of her. I moved my tongue over her wet and ready lips. I put my mouth over all of her, so she could feel my breath, and then I kissed her like I had kissed her mouth. I pressed my lips firmly on her, spreading her open with my tongue. I had a hand on each of her knees and I kept her legs open, even though I could feel her trying to close them.

I pulled my face back, looked up at her, and then back down. She tasted so good. I’d had good pussy in my life but I had never tasted anything like her. She was almost sweet.

Little peach, let’s taste you again.

I slid my hands from her knees, up along her thighs, and toward her pussy. My wet fingers rubbed her clit and then I put my mouth on her again. I softly sucked on her and moved my tongue over her, slowly parting her folds and caressing the inside of her opening. I could feel her trying to push herself into me and then felt her hands on the top of my head as she leaned forward, pulling my face into her vagina. I reached up and grabbed her by the waist, holding her in position, making sure she couldn’t slide away from me. There was no way she was getting out of this.

She opened more and more to me, and with every second that passed, my cock grew for her too. She tasted so good on my tongue and I kept slipping it inside of her, drinking her up. My cock knew exactly what a fucking treat it was about to get. It was so hard in my pants it was practically fighting to get out. With every flick of her clit and suck of my lips, I could feel her heating up more.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around my head, almost crushing me between her tightly clenching thighs. She was so close,
so close
, but I couldn’t let her come. I swallowed her juice, then pulled free of her and got to my feet, catching her open mouth with my own. I wanted her to taste herself on my mouth. She caressed my tongue with hers as we kissed passionately.

Her mouth was as warm and ready as her pussy and I knew her hot, wet tongue wanted to run up and down my shaft. I needed it too. All I wanted was to be inside that sweet peach though, for my cock to be swallowed up inside her, and to watch her face as she took me in.

I lifted her off the sink and down to the ground, all the while keeping our mouths pressed together. She was so light I could have thrown her across the room if I’d wanted to, but I just let her drop gently to her feet. I pulled her head back by the hair, and stared into her eyes as I pushed her down to her knees. I wanted her to pull my cock out herself, take it in with her beautiful green eyes, and then let it sink into her waiting mouth.

She looked up at me, doe-eyed and hazy from my mouth on her. She didn’t know what to do next. As I stared down at her, my cock rose in my pants and was right in front of her innocent mouth. She licked her lips in anticipation. I gritted my teeth and glared as she gazed back up at me.

And then, as my cock continued to grow in my pants in front of her, I saw, just for a moment, the flash of fear at what was really about to happen.

That’s right, sweetheart. Playtime is over.

Chapter 9

Kelly

M
Y VISION WAS BLURRY EXCEPT
for Hunter standing over me. I couldn’t catch my breath and just wanted his hands and mouth on me again. My core was hot and wet and I could feel the air in the room hugging my entire body. It was as if everything was closing in on me and getting tight around my body. There was pressure building up from every direction and I thought I was going to be crushed by the weight of it. I felt like I was in a tunnel that was caving in, and all I could see was him and his fury in front of me, taking his time deciding when to pull me out. I needed him to release me from this place. I needed him to rescue me like he had at the diner. I was weak and every inch of my body seemed to be quivering in agony, but this time I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to stay where I was with this feeling, but also be saved from it at the same time.

What had he just done to me?

What was he about to do?

It was like everything else was washed away and it was only he and I and this moment. Time was creeping by in slow motion and every passing second seemed to go by too quickly yet take too long. It seemed like an eternity had passed in the blink of an eye since I’d handed him a drink and now I was left, aching and on fire, kneeling on my kitchen floor.

As I looked up, Hunter reached down to the bottom of the oil stained tank top that clung to his body, pulled it over his head, and dropped it to his side.

He was beautiful.

Maybe that’s not the right word for the man in front of me, but it’s all I could think as I gazed up at him. He looked like he was carved out of stone, like a heaving, painted, sweating statue towering over me. His smooth skin glistened in the afternoon heat and he ran his hand through his dark brown hair, slicking it out of his eyes. And he just stood there, arms at his side, waiting. He was in complete control. He knew exactly what he was doing. I was all his, at his complete and utter mercy.

He took one step toward me and I was now staring directly at the muscular V that sat just below his abs. It was as if it was showing me where he wanted me to go. I could see his erection growing through the coveralls that were hanging loosely below his waist. I reached up and ran my hands across his washboard stomach, taking it in with my fingertips. I felt the same electricity I felt when we first touched at the diner, except this time my body was bursting with desire from the inside as well. There wasn’t one part of him that moved to my touch or was out of place to my eyes. My hands slid effortlessly across him and I felt every groove of his rock hard abdomen as I moved them down to his coveralls, gripping the fabric and pulling it down, just a little.

Suddenly, I felt his hand in my hair as he pulled back my head. I was forced to stare up at him, utterly at his mercy. He stared down at me, gritting his teeth as if getting ready for a fight. But it wasn’t anger, and I wasn’t afraid. It was the same look I saw in the diner when he came crashing in to save me. The same look I saw when he brought his massive fist down over and over on the man that tried to ruin me. It was primal and it was powerful. It was pure. I could feel my chest starting to move harder, up and down, and Hunter pulled the back of my hair harder, forcing me again to look up at him. I let out a gasp and slowly pulled the rest of his clothes down.

And finally, I saw him.

All of him.

The tattoos that started on the side of his stomach ran all the way down to just below where his pants sat. His thighs were as rock solid as the rest of him and I ran my hands around them to the back, placing my mouth on his pelvis and tasting the sweat from a day’s work on my lips and tongue. I could taste the auto shop, the mayhem at the diner, and the explosion of senses he had unleashed in me. He tasted like creation, like destruction, like strength.

He tasted like a man.

I felt another sharp tug on my hair, and then he pushed my head right toward his erect cock. His thick and throbbing shaft stood in front of my face, moving with every breath he took. My eyes widened and I licked my lips. His tip glistened, he was so aroused it was already dripping pre-cum, and I moved my eyes down his entire, pulsing shaft. He was rock hard from head to toe, every inch of him standing tall and dominant. He was complete power and he knew it.

I reached up nervously and ran my hand over him. Suddenly, I was in the air, lifted up by his powerful arms, and then laid down on my back, right there in the middle of my kitchen. I was lying there, looking up at his entire naked body. He controlled what I did, what I saw, and when. Right now he wanted me to see him in all his glory and understand that I was his.

And boy did I understand.

He wet his lips with his tongue and slicked his hair back again, stepping out of the last few inches of his clothes as he came toward me. A small smile crept over his mouth and he looked me dead in the eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore. He was taunting me, teasing me. I was paralyzed by him and there was nothing I could do. He smiled because he knew it. That smile told me he’d known it since the moment we shook hands at the diner that morning. All I could manage was a soft, “Please,” as I lay there. I was either begging him to stop or begging him to start. Maybe both. Whatever was happening, I couldn’t stand it much longer. I needed to be released, and only he could set me free.

Chapter 10

Kelly

I
LAY BACK ON THE
kitchen floor and braced myself for him. The tile felt cold on my lower back and bare bottom half, but I was on fire otherwise. I was so wet between my legs that any time I rubbed my thighs together they slid back open as if they refused to close for him. I moved my hand down to touch myself and in a flash he was on top of me, placing a hand behind my head and wrapping the other one around my throat to hold my jaw steady as he pressed his lips to mine. I felt him rub himself against me and I began to breathe harder and deeper. His wet tongue in my mouth sent me back moments ago to when it was opening me up and running his mouth over my clitoris, sending me into spasms of pleasure. He moved his hand from my head to my pussy and hooked his fingers inside of me again, pressing down and causing my insides to clench. I let out a loud moan into his mouth. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. When he took the pressure off, I gasped in relief and tried to catch my breath. Hunter moved his mouth from mine to my collarbone and put his teeth on me. He was devouring me. I felt like I was slipping in and out of consciousness, blacking out by his touch and then brought crashing back to the light at his will.

Hunter pushed himself off of me again and was kneeling in front of me, spreading my legs as open as they could be. He ran his hand down the inside of my leg and placed his finger back inside me. His finger was driving me wild. With his weight off me, I arched my back and when he used his thumb to spread my wetness and tease my clitoris, I let out a scream. I couldn’t remember the last time I raised my voice for any reason, but I was not under my own control anymore. I was under his.