“Yes!” she cries.
I look down and watch myself disappear inside her, over and over. Watch her walls grip me on every withdrawal, like her body is refusing to let me go. The sight nearly blinds me.
Both hands on her hips, I guide her rhythm, pulling her back onto me as I thrust forward, making sure every stroke buries as deep as humanly possible.
Her moans have become screams that rip through the air. My own breathing is ragged, grunts tearing out of me that I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to.
“Hunter, oh my God,” she gasps.
This is so fucking hot I can barely contain myself.
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
LOLA
Song - Superstar,Artemas
The hay scratches against my cheek with every thrust. He’s so deep it steals the air from my lungs. My ass is stinging from the spanking, and the rope bites into my wrists just enough to remind me it’s there.
“Fuck yes,” he groans behind me, and the sound of his voice sends heat flooding between my legs.
I’m so close. The pressure is building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with every stroke, every slap of his hips against my ass.
Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he pulls all the way out.
I nearly sob in response.
His hand runs along my scalp, his hat has long tipped off my head. He fists my hair and pulls me upright so my back is flush against his chest. His other hand laces around my throat.
“You were about to come, weren’t you?” he whispers against my ear. His breath is hot on my skin.
My body shivers. I nod.
His fingers tighten on my throat. “Say it.”
“I was,” I admit.
He yanks my head to the side and sinks his teeth into my neck. Not gentle. A claiming bite that sends a jolt straight to my core. A moan slips out of me that I couldn’t stop if I tried.
“Bad girl.”
My cheeks flame. Every nerve ending is on fire.
And then he pulls away. Steps back. The sudden absence of his body against mine makes me whimper.
I turn to face him and watch as he peels off his T-shirt. My eyes drag over his frame. The hard ridges of his abs, his broad shoulders, the tattoos mapping every surface like a story I’m still learning to read.
His huge cock glistening with me.
Without a word, he grabs the hat and walks past me. I follow him with my eyes as he rearranges the hay bales, stacking them flat to make a surface.
And then he lies down. Rests his upper body on his forearms.
“Climb on,” he orders.
I tiptoe toward him on shaking legs. He bites his lip, his dark eyes dragging down my body. “Turn around. I want to watch your ass when you ride me, cowgirl.”
I squeeze my thighs together. I’m close to coming just from the way he says it.