Page 83 of Hot Shot
Blinking, I realize that I’ve gotten out of bed and walked halfway across the room in a daze.
“Fine. I’m going to—” I point toward the bathroom and Hunter nods.
I make my way to the en suite and close the door behind me. It’s got to be postsex haze or endorphins that are making me feel this way.
But a tiny voice in my head tells me that I need to stop lying to myself. I tell her to shut up as I finish in the bathroom.
I climb into bed, not bothering with pajamas, while Hunter takes his turn in the bathroom. He joins me a few minutes later and pulls me in close.
A groan of appreciation tumbles from him as he runs his hands down my naked body.
“Teasing me, are you?” He playfully swats my ass.
I gasp, rolling over to face him as I feel wetness forming between my legs.Huh.Who would have thought I like to be spanked?
Hunter laughs again and shifts, poking me in the leg with his already hard cock.
“Already ready for round two, hot shot?” I reach down to stroke him a few times.
“Always, sweets. Are you ready?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just slips a finger inside me, and I moan, rocking against his hand.
“So wet for me. Again. Insatiable. What am I going to do with you?”
“Make love to me.” The words tumble from my mouth before I can stop them. Hunter stills, and I realize what I said.
“I-I—” I try to come up with something else to say, something to make what I said less awkward.
But I don’t get the chance as Hunter leans over, sealing his lips to mine. He grinds his erect cock against me and slowly slides his finger in and out of me.
Pulling his mouth away from me, he whispers, “Is this what you want me to do? Drive you wild before driving my cock into you?”
“I. Want. You.” I roll my hips toward him, trying to get the friction I need. Already feeling another orgasm building.
He stills my hips with his hand. “I’ll give you what you need, but you need to stay still.”
“Hunter,” I whine as he pulls his finger out of me and lazily strokes my clit.
“Yes, sweets?” He lifts his head, his blue eyes sparkling.
“Please,” I beg, rolling onto my back.
“Please, what?” He runs his hands up and down my thighs and legs, skimming his fingers over my aching center.
“Stop fucking teasing me, or I’m going to take matters into my own hands,” I hiss, running my hand over my chest and down to where I need it.
“No, you don’t.” Hunter pins my hands above my head with one of his and uses the other to tease my clit.
“Please,” I beg again.
“Is this what you want?” He asks as he climbs on top of me dragging his cock through my wet center.
I gasp as he slams into me. “Fuck,” I whimper, loving the delicious ache between my legs.
He leans down to pepper my neck with kisses. “Like the way my cock fills you up?”
“Yes.” I clench around him.
“Madison,” he grits out.
