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Normally, I’d feel vulnerable with my body on display like this. I have stretch marks, my stomach isn’t flat, but the way he’s looking at me, licking his lips like he wants to ravish me, like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, gives me a sense of pride. Makes me feel beautiful. Perfect. Wanted.
Something I haven’t felt from a guy in a very long time.
“Fuck me.” His voice is rough.
“Your turn.” I point at his jeans where I can make out his dick straining against the zipper.
“We don’t have time for that. Your aunt’s expecting us soon. If I take my jeans off, we won’t get out of this bed today. I’m going to make you come on my fingers and then we’re going to go eat Thanksgiving lunch. Mark my words, though, after that I plan to keep you in this bed naked all night long.”
“What if we’re too full?” I ask, reaching over and tracing a finger down his chest and along the top of his jeans.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Tomorrow then.”
Before I can say anything else, his hands are all over me. Tweaking my nipples and running down my stomach. He caresses my pubic bone, my thighs, everywhere except where I need him the most.
“Hunter,” I grit out, trying to shift so his fingers touch me.
“Patience, sweets.”
Fuck this. My patience is gone. I hold his gaze as I lower my hand down my body.
“Nope,” he says, pushing my hand aside and finally swiping his finger across my clit.
I moan, my back arching off the bed. I’m wound so tightly I’m not going to last long but fuck if I care. Before I can think of anything else, he’s circling my clit with his finger as he watches me.
Normally, I’d be squeezing my eyes closed from embarrassment. I know I shouldn’t feel embarrassed about feeling good, but I always have. But not with Hunter. He makes me feel cherished. Taken care of. I watch him as he stares down at me.
“Mmmmm. Yes, right there,” I mumble as he circles my clit.
Without warning he slides one finger inside me. “So tight,” he bites out, his voice rough. “Can you take another?”
He doesn’t give me time to answer, simply pushes another finger inside me. He strokes in and out and my body feels like it’s on fire. My orgasm building.
“My cock is bigger than that. Think you can take a third, sweets?”
“I-I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve had anything besides my own hand,” I mumble.
“You can.” He slides another finger inside me.
My eyes rolling in the back of my head as he fucks me with his fingers.
“So beautiful. So full. Not as full as my cock will make you, but good enough for now. Stretching that pretty pussy out for my cock later.”
I move my hips against him, needing more friction. He shifts his hand so his thumb strums against my clit, and he uses his other hand to pinch my nipple.
“Come for me, sweets,” he growls and pinches my nipple again, and that’s all it takes for me to fall over the edge into a blissful orgasm.
Chapter twenty-six
Hunter
IlookdownatMadison lying naked on the bed, blissed out from the orgasm I gave her. She’s beautiful.
My dick is straining so hard against my zipper I’m afraid I’ll have marks, but I don’t care. That was the hottest thing I’ve witnessed in probably forever.
I could spend the rest of my life watching her come. That realization hits me hard. But there’s no time to unpack it right now because her aunt is expecting us any minute.
“Sweets.” I lean down, kissing her forehead. “We need to get ready to go to your aunt’s.”
