I start with the black mesh. It barely covers my nipples, and the matching thong is see-through, too. I look in the mirror, and it’s like seeing myself for the first time. Blonde hair down over one shoulder, a mysterious look to my eyes. I’m sexy, confident, and a little wicked.
I step out, cheeks hot, but determined.
Hunter is waiting, hands in his pockets, looking like he might eat me alive.
“What do you think?” I say, twirling.
He doesn’t answer, just gestures for me to come closer.
I do, and he pulls me into the dressing room, tugging the curtain closed behind us.
For a second, we just stand there, breathing each other in. Then he kisses me, deep and hard, his hands on my ass, squeezing through the mesh.
“You’re perfect,” he says, voice rough.
I laugh, but it’s shaky. “You’re just saying that because I look like a porn star.”
He shakes his head. “I mean it, Daisy. You’re absolutely—” He cuts himself off, buries his face in my neck, then runs a hand down my curved spine.
His touch is electric.
He spins me to face the mirror, and I watch as he traces the line of my side, then cups my breasts from behind. His hands are huge; they make me feel tiny, breakable. But also safe.
He slides a finger under the waistband of the thong and snaps it, making me gasp. “You like this?” he murmurs.
I nod.
“Good.”
He pushes me gently against the mirror, the cold glass a shock on my skin, and slides his hands up under the bralette. He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I moan.
“Shh,” he says, grinning. “Don’t want to get caught, do you?”
But I kind of do.
He kneels and spreads my legs. The thong is so small it’s pointless, and he licks me through the fabric, then peels it down and goes straight for my pussy. His tongue is hot, fast, relentless.
“Oh god,” I whisper, my forehead pressed to the mirror.
“Quiet,” he says, but then he sucks on my clit and I nearly lose my mind.
He eats me out, slow at first, then rougher, his hands gripping my hips so tight there’ll be marks tomorrow. I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror: me, big breasts shaking, and him, eyes closed, devouring me like I’m his last meal.
Then he surprises me.
He moves up, pulling my butt cheeks apart and licks at my asshole, tongue swirling, teasing, making me squirm.
“Hunter,” I gasp, but he just growls and keeps going.
His blue eyes find mine in the glass, and he holds the stare as he slides a finger inside my pussy, then another, working me open as his tongue circles my ass.
I want to scream, but I bite my lip instead.
He keeps going until I’m shaking, legs about to give out, then he stands and pulls me flush against him, his hard cock pressed to my ass through his pants.
He kisses my neck, biting hard enough to sting, then whispers, “You’re going to come for me, Daisy. Right here, right now.”
I nod, breathless.