“Fuck me, Hunter, please,” I whisper.
He laughs, low and throaty. “Please what?”
“I want you inside me,” I say, voice so shaky I barely recognize it. “Please.”
He shakes his head, kisses down my stomach, then hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties.
“You get to come,” he says, “but not like that.”
He rips the panties off, then nudges my knees apart and kneels between them. His tongue finds my clit, slow at first, then faster, and I’m already close. He teases, circles, backs off, then gives me a long, hard lick through my pussy folds that makes me see stars.
I shudder, gasping. “Ohhhh yes!”
Then he pulls away and strips out of his own clothes. His body is better than any art in the museum—broad shoulders, carved chest, abs so defined they look fake. His cock is huge and hard, the tip slick with pre-cum.
He lays next to me, propped on one elbow.
“Straddle me,” he says.
I do, climbing on top, rubbing my wet pussy against his cock, but I don’t let him in.
I know what he wants.
I grab his shaft, press it down, and slide my slit along it, letting the head of his penis catch on my clit with every pass. It feels so fucking good I almost black out. I rock back and forth, smearing myself all over him, making the whole thing obscene.
He watches, eyes dark and wild, hands on my hips.
“Good girl,” he whispers, voice ragged. “You’re a pro at the camel toe slide, aren’t you? Fuck, you’re slutty.”
I keep going, faster, grinding on him, feeling the heat build.
“Want to try this backwards?” he asks.
I nod, desperate.
“Yes, Hunter. Just let me come.”
He flips me over, so I’m kneeling over him facing away, cowgirl style. He grabs his cock, lines it up, and rubs it against my clit from behind, using the head like a toy. Then, he pushes his cock down flat and positions my pussy on top of it lengthwise.
“Do the reverse camel toe slide, baby,” he rasps. “Get me lubed up with all that pussy cream.”
I do as told, rubbing my velvet vise along his thick shaft, moaning and gasping as my clit rubs along his thickness. It feels so good, and even better when his hand snakes around, playing with my tits, pulling on the nipples until I’m a mess.
Then he spits on his fingers and presses one to my asshole.
I gasp, craning my head to look over one shoulder at him.
“Hunter?” I pant. “Oh my god!”
But he pushes, slow but firm, until his finger is buried all the way in my ass.
I moan, the sound raw and needy.
“Yes, keep moving, baby girl,” he rasps. “Keep going with the camel toe slide as I fuck your asshole with my finger.”
I moan again as Hunter jerks beneath me, his cock spurting pre-come. Then, he slides another finger into my asshole, stretching me out, whispering filthy things all the while.
“Your butt feels so tight. It’s just waiting to take cock, isn’t it?”