I slowly walked toward him and his eyes met mine. He didn’t move, just sat on the hood and kept alternating between whiskey and smoke.
I could feel my heart rate rise and had the sensation that I was being pulled toward him and pushed away at the same time. I wanted to stop moving, but I couldn’t.
When I finally stood in front of him, my gaze instinctively went to the floor. I was standing in between his legs and wanted nothing more than to climb on top of him and feel his body against mine.
“Well. Hello there, darling.”
He spoke like he had known I would come to him all along, and he had just been waiting for me to give in.
I put my hand on his knee and ran it over his thigh. I could feel his cock getting hard down the inside of his leg, but kept my hand running up his colossal body. I moved my fingers over every groove in his stomach and finally stopped to place my hand, palm down, on his rock hard chest. I looked up and saw his eyes staring back down at me. I felt weak. I closed and opened my hand over his shirt and could feel his slow and steady heartbeat. My breathing was deep yet calm. His arms stayed at his side except when he lifted a cigarette or bottle to his lips. I don’t know how much time passed and I didn’t care. Being there, so close to him, with my hands on him, it was like a part of me that had been empty all my life was at last being filled. Now, if he would only take me in his arms. I wanted to feel his hands squeeze me and pull me close to him. I wanted to feel his mouth on mine. I wanted to gasp as he put all of himself inside of me. I wanted all his power and all his pain.
“Hunter,” I let out the words soft and painfully. “Who are you?”
He blew out the last drag of his cigarette before bringing his hand up and running his fingers along my jaw and tucking the hair behind my ear.
“You sure you want to know, sweetheart?”
I could feel myself starting to breathe harder and faster as he grabbed the back of my head and crashed his lips into mine, pulling me close, and holding me like he would never let me go.
Chapter 30
Hunter
YOU ARE MINE. You are fucking mine and I will fucking die before I ever let you think otherwise.
I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my mouth onto hers. She was moving frantically and I had to wrap my other arm around her waist to hold her in place. My cock was growing against her and I knew she could feel it as she pressed her body up to mine and moaned into my mouth. I moved both my hands down to her perfectly round ass and squeezed as I pulled her body close. She slid her hands to the back of my head and kept breathing deeper every time she opened her lips to mine. I held her tighter and then lifted her onto my lap so I could feel her * rubbing against my rock hard cock. She started to move up and down my shaft and sighed louder each time.
I stood up and lifted her with me, feeling her legs wrap around my waist and her soft tits press against my chest. I ran my hands across her ass and down the backs of her thighs, gripping them tight and pushing myself onto her.
“Goddamn it, Kelly. I have to get these fucking shorts off you now. Right fucking now.”
I turned around and slammed her body down on the hood of the car and broke our lips apart.
She stared up at me, running her tongue across her lips, and started to undo the buttons of her shorts. I pushed her hands out of the way and pinned them above her head as she let out a soft whimper. I brought my lips down on hers again. I opened her mouth with my tongue and felt hers slip through my lips.
I let go of her arms, brought my hands down to her waist, and pulled her shorts off, throwing them somewhere over my shoulder.
There she was. That wet * I had been dreaming about since I walked out of her kitchen that afternoon.
I wanted to shove my face between her legs and taste the sweet juices that were starting to seep out of her. I wanted to run my tongue over her thighs and between her folds, opening her up for my cock.
But I didn’t.
I wanted to see her and I wanted her to see me. Completely.
I took two steps back and just stood there, looking at her. She looked up in a frenzy, trying to figure out why I had stopped and whether I would keep going.
“Hunter?” she said, tentatively.
“Shut up, Kelly, and take off your shirt.”
As she reached down and slowly pulled her tank top over her head, I did the same. Her tits rose with the shirt and then bounced back into place perfectly.
“Oh my God, Kelly. You’re fucking beautiful.”
There she was, sitting on the hood of the car, completely naked, legs spread, just waiting for me.
“Hunter, please,” she moaned out as she lay back and ran her hands through her hair.
She was so ready for me. She wanted this as much as I did. What she wanted with a guy like me, I’ll never know. She was too good for me.
“Touch your *,” I said, my voice a low growl.