I gave him a disbelieving look. “You just fucked me.”
He smirked devilishly. “You think I’m done?”
What?
I wavered for several moments, glancing briefly at his glistening cock, horrified to find him thickening already.
“I’m sore,” I admitted quietly. I was also covered in his come. I felt it pooling in my underwear, and I fidgeted, needing to use the shower.
He acted like he didn’t hear me. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
I let out a shocked laugh. The guy’s length was thick as my forearm, and already so hard, it had nearly snapped me in half. Truly, Hunter was a league of his own, a genre of monster cock that was unrivalled.
“What’s so funny?” he demanded, unamused.
“You can hardly fit inside me, what makes you think my mouth stands a chance?” When he didn’t immediately respond, I glanced up, catching the amused glint in his eye as he studied me, his gaze lingering on my mouth. I had already lost him, I could tell. I couldn’t reason him out of this. He wanted my mouth—he was going to take it.
“You can try,” he whispered then, shrugging with one shoulder. “Even if you’re just working your tongue around the head of my cock.”
“Would that be just as pleasurable?”
He exhaled sharply. “Anything that isyouis pleasurable to me, Skye.”
I considered this. “Are you going to be vulgar if I suck your dick, Hunt?”
“Define vulgar.”
“Are you going to slap me with that damn thing—”
He cut me off with a hard laugh, looking shocked by my question. “I won’t slap my cock against your face,” he promised.
“It would probably hurt.”
“It’s not a baseball bat, Nugget.”
“You’re right. It’s probably bigger.”
I had officially reached his limits. “On your knees, Skye.”
When I didn’t immediately drop down, he let out a light growl and pressed a hand against the back of my neck, steering me to the bed. He sat down, pulling me down to the ground so I was on my knees between his legs.
Excitement bubbled through me as I stared up at him, waiting for his forced direction. His hand balled back into my poor tangled hair. I slapped at his hand. “I don’t need your help, Hunt.”
He gave me a look of warning. “I’m not playing around this time—”
“I’ve got this,” I said, tightly.
His nostrils flared as he stared tentatively at me for several moments before letting go of my hair.
I wrapped both hands around his length and pumped him slowly. He didn’t seem impressed by my pace, but he balled his hands instead of reaching for me and watched me intently as I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and circled the head of his cock. He sucked in a breath, his eyelids drooping as he watched me. I tasted his arousal—tasted myself—and it was so vulgar, so filthy. I voiced this in a teasing tone. “I’ve always been a good girl, Hunt. What’re you doing to me?”
A ghost of a smile shone on his face before he let out a guttural groan as I swirled my tongue around his tip and wrapped my lips around him. “Fuck, Skye, you aren’t a good girl,” he said painfully.
“No?”
“Fuck no.”
“What am I?”