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“Hell yeah. Once I get my hands on you it will be a given.” His tongue poked out, licking his lips.

“Better take your cock out of your pants unless you plan on making a mess.” I nodded my head down to the obvious bulge in his pants.

In about ten seconds flat, Hunter already had his zipper down, cock jutting out, and the buttons to his dress shirt undone. Every hard line on his body was on full display, like an immaculate piece of art in a museum, begging for me to reach out and feel every groove and divot.

This man was ungodly hot.

“You gonna make me come now or what? I have takeout and a foot massage waiting for me.” I brought my heels to the counter, tempting him as I touched my lips through the red lace.

With one hand wrapped around his cock, and the other gripping my throat, he tipped my head back and began devouring my mouth. His tongue battled with mine, and his kiss came off frantic as if he’d been waiting a lifetime for this very moment. His grip around my neck grew tighter, and the open space around us mixed with the sweet harmony of our moans.

There wasn’t a better image that came to mind than one just like this, where I didn’t have to do a goddamn thing but sit here and enjoy him as he consumed me.

Releasing my throat from his grip, his lips moved over my jaw, along my neck, and to the tops of my breasts where he bit down, pulling my flesh between his teeth.

A sharp hiss mixed with a moan escaped my mouth, and I cut myself off in fear of being too loud. He pulled his mouth away from where he’d wounded me, and through gritted teeth, groaned, “Be as loud as you want, pretty girl.”

“Oh my God, Hunter. I need more,” I panted.

Sliding my panties to the side, his finger swiped along my wet slit.

“Fuck, I know this is my fantasy playing out here, but I can’t help but notice that you seem just as turned on as I am.” He used my wetness to coat his cock.

With his cock lubed up, he continued to stroke it as he plunged two fingers into me at the same time.

Watching him use both of his hands, one to please me, and the other to stroke himself, had my mind flooded with dirty thoughts. As much as I enjoyed watching his hand work over his cock, I wanted to see if he really could come without being touched.

“Take your hand off your cock. You said you could come just by pleasing me. Prove it.” I bucked my hips into his hand.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smirked, releasing his length. “How does it feel to be full of my fingers?”

“So fucking good.”

His thumb flicked over my clit as his fingers hooked in just the right spot, repeatedly hitting the trigger that made my legs want to give out.

Every pulse from his fingers made me dizzy. In need of more. I needed him closer to me. His body flush with mine.

Pulling down the lace over my chest, my tits spilled out. “Make use of that mouth while you fuck me with your fingers.” I squeezed my tits together, guiding him to where I wanted his mouth.

Eagerly lowering his mouth, he took one of my nipple rings between his teeth, flicking back and forth over it with his tongue.

“Yes. Yes.” My head fell back, and I relished as his hips jerked, rubbing his hard cock along my thigh.

“Christ, Andi. Everything about you is…” he grunted against my tits as he glided his tongue over my other nipple, “so fucking addicting.” His fingers continued to plunge into me.

“Right there, Hunter. Don’t stop,” I choked out.

His hips bucked relentlessly against my thigh just as if he were fucking me. By the way his hands roamed, frantically grabbing me anywhere he could get them, it was obvious how badly he wanted to grab ahold of his cock and bring himself to the finish line. Especially as I got closer and closer to spilling into his hand. I know he wanted the same.

“Come all over my hand, pretty girl.” His jaw twitched, and I could tell he was just as close.

“Fuck, Hunter. Coming.” I squeezed my tits together as my orgasm rushed through me.

My pussy gripped ahold of his hand, pulsing as I whimpered through every beat of my orgasm. And just as my body was ready to fall into a state of nothingness and pure relaxation, Hunter ripped the heat of his fingers from me, and in the smoothest transition known to man, traded his fingers for his cock.

“Right there with you,” he growled as his cock stuffed me full, throbbing against my sensitive walls as he emptied himself inside of me.

He hadn’t fucked me, just used my pussy to soak up his mess, and I don’t know what it was about that, but fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen a man do.