I kiss down her neck, her chest, sucking each nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to leave a mark. She arches her back, moaning, her hands in my hair.
“Yes, Hunter,” she gasps. “Mmm.”
I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her so hard she can’t remember her own name.
But I don’t. I stop, hovering above her, just breathing.
She looks up, confused. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not going to claim you tonight,” I say. My voice is low, rough. “I want to wait. I want you to trust me first.”
She blinks, surprised. “You already own me,” she says.
I shake my head. “Not like that. Not yet.”
She considers this, then nods, a smile curling her lips.
“Okay,” she whispers.
I move down her body, kissing every inch of her skin. When I reach her ass, I flip her over, face-down, and spread her cheeks. Her pussy is dripping, the pink lips parted, glistening with need.
But it’s not her pussy I’m after at the moment. Instead, Daisy gasps when my tongue touches her asshole, a tiny pink star, and I lick it slow, savoring her taste. She whimpers, burying her face in the pillow, her hands clawing at the sheets.
“Hunter!” she gasps. “Oh my god!”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I rasp in return. “If I want to touch you here, then I will. If I want you to come with my tongue in your butt, then you will, got it?”
She’s still moaning up a storm as I caress her anus, and with a smile, I slide a finger in, then two, working her open. She takes it like she was born for it, her hips bucking, her legs spread wide.
Then I flip her over, my fingers stuck in her ass the whole time, and suck on her clit, scissoring my fingers her ass, stretching her anal hole out as she moans with delirium.
“Please,” she begs. “Please don’t stop.”
I don’t. I finger-fuck her ass until she’s shaking, then bite her thigh, leaving a mark she’ll see in the mirror tomorrow.
“Oooh,” she cries out, cupping her big breasts and then tweaking the nipples. “Yes, yes, yes, Hunter oohhhh!”
When the beautiful blonde comes, she explodes, pussy clenching, ass tight around my fingers. She sobs my name, over and over, the sound pure desperation as her sphincter clutches my fingers in violent spasms, almost breaking them in the process. It’s a beautiful sight, and I suckle at her clit, lapping at that hard nub as her asshole shivers.
I don’t come. I don’t even touch myself.
I want this to be about her.
When she finally calms, I pull my fingers out with a deep sucking sound, and then lift them to her face.
She’s limp, boneless, her hair a wild halo around her face. She looks up at me, eyes glazed, but opens her mouth obediently, accepting the ass to mouth contact.
“Holy shit,” she whispers while sucking my fingers. “I can taste my bottom on your hand, Hunter.”
I laugh, the sound a little savage.
“I know, baby, and I’m going to teach you to like it. You’ll be tasting your ass on my dick next, so get used to the flavor.”
Daisy’s blue eyes flash, but her cheeks color because she’s aroused. That’s my girl. She’s a little slut, and that’s what I want in the women I sleep with.
We lie there, tangled up, her body pressed against mine, every curve a brand on my skin.
After a while, she falls asleep, her breathing deep and even.