“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again.” I felt my pussy vibrating once more, the cum pushing its way out of my body. I pushed his huge cock again as I squirted once more, my body shaking in delight.
He was smirking at me as he pushed his cock without giving any time for me to recuperate. He looked mad, eager to redeem his fair share of orgasm. I was depleted, but I fought him, not wanting to disappoint him in the slightest.
I bounced again as rapidly as I could, yielding my remaining energy reserves for his cock to feel. My hands were shaking so fucking bad, but I pushed hard, pounding my pussy to meet his swollen erection.
He was doing the same, fucking me with all that he could give. I could see that he was near his peak as his cock twitched hard inside of me, moving on its own. Just when I was to release my third orgasm, he cried out and joined me.
I collapsed beside Hunter, my energy fully used up. Despite my chase of breath and depleted reserves, I was smiling at Hunter, satisfied by the most intense and outrageous fuck of my life.
“Wow, just wow.” Hunter was gasping in between his breaths, tired by the vigorous sex we’d had.
I laughed at his words, resting my head on his chest as I stared into his green eyes. He looked so perfect. I never wanted to take my eyes off of him.
“You are an angel. A sex kitten. You know that?” He brushed his hand down the back of my head and kissed the tip of my nose. “No woman has taken me the way you do.”
I wrinkled my brows, finding his words exaggerated and overrated. I shook my head, the smile on my face permanent.
“Don’t flatter me with your flowery words.” I bit my lower lip, smiling at him as I gazed into his handsome face.
He looked at me with keen, expressive eyes, expressing the sincerity of his words. “You have always been beside us all the way. I can’t thank you enough. And even more than that, my heart is getting wrapped up in you. Be careful, lest you break it, okay?” He leaned closer, kissing my lips again.
I welcomed him warmly, kissing him back passionately. As I released his lips, I stared at him with so much desire. “You and Vince are the best blessings I have. I would never break your heart, or his. Never.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hunter
“Where’s Garren?” Vince was looking around the gun shop, searching for my best friend. The two of us were alone today for work. I watched as my son sat back at my desk table, returning to the books he promised Kylie he would read for the day.
“He just called in and said that he would skip work today. Some important matters, he said.” I was guarding the display cases as I waited for customers to walk in. I looked at my son who nodded and opened one of his books, committed to fulfilling his promise to Kylie.
“Vince, are you really going with Kylie tomorrow?” I was hoping for Vince to come along with me and spend some quality time with his dad. Unfortunately, he nodded, and his eyes begged for him to tag along with Kylie’s visit to her friend.
“Yes, Dad. I want to see Cat. I will be happy to play along with a cute and cuddly baby.” He was pinching the air, imagining the soft cheeks of Bailey’s adorable toddler before him. I scratched my head, submitting to his wish.
“Well, then I guess I can’t stop you.” I knelt before him, stroking his dark hair as I stared into his eyes. “But you have to promise me that you won’t eat too many sweets. Check your blood sugar too, okay? Ask Kylie to inject the insulin on a schedule, okay?”
“I got everything, Dad.” He showed two thumbs up, smiling at me as he returned to my desk table. He sat and picked up one of the books, continuing reading to meet his quota for the day.
I let out a heavy exhale as I watched him read. My little boy was growing up so fast.
My attention turned to the customer walking up to the gun store. He was beaming brightly as he approached me, greeting me with a friendly introduction.
“Good morning, son.” He extended his hand, offering me a handshake.
I took it and smiled at him, ready to entertain the man. “Likewise, sir. What are you looking for today?”
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djusted his round rimmed glasses as he looked at the shelves. He was an old man, around his late sixties, but he had a good physique and toned body. He had graying hair and a few wrinkles here and there. He had an accent like that of a Texas native, but I’ve never seen him before.
“You got a lot of good collectibles here. How long have you been working in this gun shop?” he asked as he turned around to look at the vast shop filled with varied sorts of guns and weapons.
“Almost a decade, sir.” I watched him, thinking of his background or occupation. From his stance, he looked like a man who had undergone tough training.
“Sorry, sir. But I’ve never seen you around. Where are you from?” His eyes were on the guns, studying the shelves of the long range rifles behind me. Finally, he turned his attention to me after a few seconds of silence.
“I was born here in Mesquite. I have been living here since I was a kid until I left for college in Missouri. I stayed there until I had my own family. It has become a rare chance for us to come back to my hometown, but now I have the opportunity to return.” He looked like a candid man with a lot of heart for his hometown. He pointed to one of the guns in the display case, asking me more about it.