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Who is this harsh, bossy man? How has he replaced the affable blond woodsman I’ve known for years? And why do I crave for him to do more?
He lowers his head again and rolls my clit with his tongue. I fight the urge to shift at the intense feeling but manage to remain perfectly still, especially when he rewards me by sliding two fingers deep inside me.
He presses a place inside me that makes my thighs shake, but I control the instinct to buck my hips again. I don’t want him to stop. I’m too desperate and needy. I know when I come, it will be catastrophic.
The pressure builds inside me until I’m hovering on the edge of orgasm. Just as I’m about to go over, his hand and mouth stop moving on my pussy. My chest heaves as I pant in frustration. I shift my hips, but he remains still. I’m aching to come.
“Hunter?”
“Let’s practice begging, Little Red,” he murmurs, his lips moving against my clit as he speaks.
My mouth falls open as I try to stare down at him, but I can’t lift my head high enough with my arms tied above my head. “What?”
“Beg me to let you come.”
“I-I-I…” No other words come to me. I have no idea what to say. “Hunter.”
“That’s not begging. That’s my name.”
The feeling fades as I stare at the shadowed ceiling but quickly begins to build when he flicks my clit with his tongue. My hands clench into fists as the pleasure grows faster this time, taking me to the precipice in a few short moments. Once again, he stops as soon as my pussy tightens, knowing I’m about to come.
“Hunter!” I snap.
“Beg, and I’ll let you come,” he growls out against me.
“Please.” It’s not a request, but a desperate demand.
My thighs nearly clamp around his head when he laughs. The vibration on my clit is almost enough to take me over the edge. Almost, but not quite. “Try again.”
I bite my bottom lip. I don’t want to beg. I want to come. And this stubborn ass is torturing me.
As the wave of pleasure recedes, Hunter starts again. This time, he shoves me right to the edge within seconds, holding me there until the urge to let go is painful.
“Hunter, please,” I whine, my head shaking.
“Please what, Little Red?”
“Please let me come. Please. I need it.”
His thumb brushes over my clit, nearly enough to bring me to orgasm, but not quite.
“Please, please, please,” I repeat over and over. The breathy words spill from my lips, completely out of my control.
“Much better, sweet girl. You deserve a reward for learning so quickly.”
His lips latch onto my clit, sucking hard, and his fingers press against the front wall of my pussy, working in a tandem rhythm. In seconds, the pressure inside me suddenly grows until I’m right on the edge again.
My legs shake wildly as he pulls his fingers out and thrusts them inside me again, adding a third. The stretch combined with the strong tugs of his mouth on my clit sends me flying.
A wail flies out of my mouth as my body jerks hard. His other arm tightens on my hips, holding me down as he pushes me higher and higher with his tongue.
“I can’t take any more,” I whine, my head tossing from side to side as he forces more pleasure on me.
He ignores me, flicking my clit with his tongue.
Another orgasm seizes me, and I fight the silk and leather wrapped around my wrists. No matter what I do, I can’t escape the rasp of his tongue or the strokes of his fingers inside me.
Finally, Hunter eases his mouth from my clit, slowing the thrust of his hand between my thighs. Satiated, my legs fall open and limp on the bed, and my entire body sinks into the mattress. Small tremors wrack my muscles as my pussy pulses with aftershocks of two incredibly intense orgasms.
