Hunter’s tongue is ruthless, slow at first, teasing the outer lips, then circling my clit until I whine for more. He knows exactly what I want, exactly how to give it, and he does, never rushing, always in control.
“You taste like honey, sweetheart,” he rasps. “I could do this forever.”
I grab at his hair, tugging, but he just grins and keeps going, tongue fucking me, then lips sealing around my clit until I’m shivering.
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I come so hard I nearly black out.
“Ohhh!” I scream. “Hunter yes!”
My back arches as a gush of fluid runs from my cunt. The spasms in my pussy are powerful and violent, my vision going black. I’m still spasming when he slides up, his cock pressed against my thigh.
“Did I say you could stop?” I pant, voice hoarse.
He kisses me, and I taste myself on his tongue.
“Not stopping,” he says. “Just changing gears.”
He kneels between my thighs, hands on my hips, and lines himself up at my tiny opening. The head of his cock is hot, huge, and I can feel every inch as he pushes in, slow and steady, until he’s buried all the way.
I gasp—he’s so much, it’s almost too much, and my pussy feels incredibly stretched. But I want all of it. I want every piece.
Hunter leans in, bracing himself above me, and watches my face as he starts to move.
“You okay, baby?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I breathe. “You’re just so big!”
He chuckles before kissing me.
“You can take me, sweetheart. You’re young and your slutty pussy loves getting stretched by big dick.”
His words are obscene, but I love it. The slow thrusts make my whole body light up, heat pooling in my belly, then my chest, then my toes. My insides ignite as he goes harder, pounding harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the high ceiling. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck me,” I beg him. “Use my curves for your pleasure. Don’t hold back.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”
He fucks me like a man starved, like I’m the only thing that’s ever mattered. My body opens for him, takes him in, matches every rhythm. I meet him thrust for thrust, and it’s not Daisy he’s fucking, or Tara—it’s both, and more.
He pulls out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach, ass up and boobs dangling. He grabs the base of my neck, not hard but enough to remind me who’s in control, then drags his cock through my folds, wet and slick.
“You want it?” he growls, rubbing the tip against my other hole.
I shiver, nodding. “Yes. All of it.”
He grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, coats his cock, then lines up at my ass. I relax, pushing back, and he works the head in, groaning as he feels the tight squeeze.
“Fuck, you were made to be buttfucked, little girl,” he moans. “Oh shit.”
I turn my head to look at him over one slim shoulder.
“Yes, Daddy,” I mewl. “Stretch my horny ass out. I want it.”
His blue eyes flash, and then with a loud pop, my sphincter gives way and he slides deep into my rectum. The penetration is perfect, just this side of pain, and it makes my pussy clench hard.
“Good girl,” he moans, fucking me slow and deep. “You were made for this. My little buttslut, taking cock in one slide like that.”
“Yours,” I gasp, loving the ache. “I’m all yours.”