He puts his hand on my waist, fingers splayed. The other cups my shoulder. He presses forward, so I’m flush against the window, trapped between the city and his body.
“I almost lost you, Daisy,” he rasps, voice soft but absolute. “I almost lost it when I thought you were going in, and then I thought about dying myself.”
I twist, but he doesn’t let go. He tugs my sweater up, slow, deliberate, exposing bare skin inch by inch. When it’s off, he tosses it onto a chair. My nipples go hard, instantly, from the chill and the way he’s looking at me with obsession in those blue eyes. He undoes my jeans, pushes them down, then runs his hands up the backs of my thighs, squeezing. I shiver, but not from cold this time.
He kisses my neck, bites just below my ear. His hands are everywhere, rough and careful, always stopping just short of what I need.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, licking the shell of my ear. “You know that, right? Don’t ever leave me.”
I can’t answer. My mouth is dry, my head spinning from the whiplash of the lake, the memory, and now this.
He turns me to face him, palms flat on my ribcage. His eyes are dark, stormy, the blue almost black in this light. He lifts me, literally lifts me, and sits me on the wide windowsill. I feel small, breakable, like a glass of water about to tip over.
Hunter kisses me, hard, and I taste the bitterness of his coffee, the salt of my own skin. His tongue is greedy, claiming, but not unkind. I grab his shoulders, holding on like I might fall. He unhooks my bra with a single twist, lets it fall. My huge tits bounce free, and he groans, biting down on the curve of one, then sucking the nipple deep until I arch into him.
“Fuck Daisy,” he says, voice thick. “What would I do without you?”
The words make my heart squeeze, an actual ache. I spread my legs, letting his big body slide between. He rubs a thumb over my nipple, then licks a wet trail down my stomach.
He drops to his knees.
The windows are so clean I can see my own reflection: blonde hair mussed, skin flushed, lips parted. I watch as Hunter spreads my legs, then drags his tongue up the inside of my thigh, slow as molasses.
“Oh,” I sigh blissfully, running my fingers through his dark hair. “Yes.”
He buries his face in my pussy. His tongue is hot and clever, swirling and flicking until I gasp. He wraps his arms around my thighs, pinning me to the glass, and fucks me with his mouth until I’m shaking, crying out, so close to coming I could die from it. My inner channel clenches, almost bursting, as I tweak my nipples, just about to climax.
But Hunter pulls away before I tip over, leaving me panting and desperate.
He stands, hands on my hips, and lifts me off the sill. I’m too small to fight him, even if I wanted to. He carries me to the leather sofa, lays me face-down, and groans, taking in my moist slit and tempting back buttonhole.
“Fuck,” he curses.
There’s a pause. I hear him open a drawer, the faint sound of a cap snapping open. Then his hands are back, slick and strong, rubbing sticky gel between my ass cheeks.
“You’re beautiful, Daisy,” he rasps, kneeling and then spreading my buttocks wide with both hands. I hear the soft slap of his cock against his palm, then the slow, relentless press as he pushes inside my ass.
I brace my arms against the cushions, grit my teeth against the first sharp burn. It hurts, but not enough to make me cry out because I want this. I want Hunter to ruin me, to fill me so full there’s no room for fear or memory or anything but him.
“Relax,” he says, his voice in my ear. “Breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Push out with your bottom because it’ll go in easier that way.”
I try, mewling and straining as he sinks a bit deeper with every second, working himself into my ass. The pain fades, replaced by a dizzy stretch, then a heat that goes straight to my pussy. I push back against him, mewling, and he groans, grabbing my hips in both hands.
“That’s it,” he says as his balls kiss my pussy. “Such a good girl for me.”
Hunter thrusts harder, the slap of his body against mine echoing in the glass. I hear the sound and know I’ll never forget it. My anus is on fire, but so is the rest of me because it feels so good to have his cock buried in my rectum. I feel so claimed, and yet like I’m claiming him too.
His hand slides between my legs, finds my clit, rubs in rough circles, and that does it. I’ve never experienced deep anal sex before, and it’s too much. I shatter in an instant, the orgasm tearing through me like a rip in the world. I scream, hoarse and guttural, as my pussy clenches around nothing, my asshole dissolving in ripples around him.
“Yes,” he groans. “You’re my little buttslut, sweetheart. Daddy’s naughty little buttslut who needs her asshole crammed full to be happy.”
He fucks me through it, never letting up, until I collapse, sobbing into the cushions.
“Oh Daddy yes!” I cry out. “Yes yes yes!”
But instead of letting me rest, the alpha male pulls out, still hard, and turns me over. I’m limp, boneless, but he isn’t done. He kisses me, fierce and desperate, then strokes himself and pushes his dick into my mouth. My cheeks bulge as my eyes go wide, surprised by this quick move. But Hunter merely croons, looking down at me while stroking my blonde head.
“Yes baby,” he rasps. “Do you like the taste of your ass on my dick? Does that turn you on?”