“Look at me, Kelly. I want to watch you come. I want to look into your eyes as I fill you with every last drop of me. I want to see your soul the moment it becomes mine.”
I opened my eyes and found his sharp gaze staring right back. With his permission, and him inside me in every way possible, I finally came. Neither of us looked away from each other for even a second. It was like he was inside my soul.
Suddenly, I couldn’t hear a sound. All I could focus on was the multiple explosions that erupted from inside me as Hunter pushed hard and deep into my center. I came harder than I ever thought possible, and I could feel him coming inside of me. I could feel him releasing all of himself into my core and could feel it spreading across my insides. He never broke away from my eyes. We just stared into each other as our bodies came together in perfect bliss.
I collapsed, cheek down, onto the hood of the car and felt Hunter let his hard body softly fall onto mine.
I could feel his forehead resting on the back of my head, his breath on the back of my neck, and his perfect cock still throbbing inside me. There was nothing else in the universe except him, me, and his semen flowing into my fertile body.
Chapter 32
Kelly
WE JUST LAY THERE ON the car. I don’t know how long it was, and I didn’t care to even think about it. All I could feel was Hunter’s body on mine and the foggy haze of satisfaction that was holding us both.
Hunter finally pulled himself out of me. He slid his hard and sweaty body across mine and lay with his back against the hood of the car. He was breathing, deep and slow, and he stared at the ceiling. He wasn’t leaving. I lay with my stomach pressed against the cool metal and gazed over at him.
This was a man.
Every inch of him was carved out of stone. His massive frame lay there on the car, completely satisfied by me. There was no second guessing and no insecurity. He knew who he was and he didn’t try to hide it. He wore his tattoos with pride and took what he wanted, when he wanted. As I watched his sweat run and drip over his hard chest and stomach, I realized that this man, this man that I had just met, would be inside me forever. I felt like I knew him better than most of the people I’d held dear for years. Everything surrounding him was a mystery, but the man himself was as simple and primal as anyone could be. Pure and unapologetic power. I wanted to stretch out and lay my head on his chest, but I didn’t want to break apart whatever thoughts were running through his head.
“Goddamn it, Kelly,” he said when he finally spoke. He rubbed the stubble on his face and swept the sweaty hair from his eyes. “I never came that hard in my entire fucking life. You’re fucking incredible, baby.”
He turned his head to the side and looked at me with his deep, blue eyes. He was serious. He wasn’t lying. He never lied about the things that mattered.
I smiled at him with pure satisfaction and slowly slid across the hood so that, lying next to him, our bodies were in contact. Then I leaned my head against the side of his chest.
I waited for him to slide away from me, but instead I felt him bring his arm around me and pull me closer.
Everything felt perfect.
I had never been with someone like this, and lying there in his massive arms, feeling his heartbeat through his chest, I felt more at ease than I had in years. More than that, I felt he did too.
“Kelly,” he said hesitantly. “I’m not, I’m not the guy you think I am. I mean, I’m not a good fucking person.”
I lifted my head so my chin was resting on his chest and I looked up at him with a gentle gaze.
“Who said I thought you were a good person?” I said slyly.
He slid his arm out from under me and sat up on the hood.
“No, listen, Kelly. I’m fucking serious here. You saw me beat up a couple dumb punks in a diner and, well, we’re doing whatever this is,” he said, and let his hand brush over the lips of my wet *, “but you have no fucking idea who you’re lying next to.”
He was leaning with his back to the windshield, I could see every tattooed muscle moving with each breath he took.
I pulled myself up and leaned against the windshield next to him, the cold glass feeling good against my hot skin.
“Well, so, tell me. Tell me who you are.”
He turned his head to the side and shot me a glance as he laughed reluctantly.
“You have no fucking idea” he whispered.
“So tell me,” I repeated, louder.
He looked at me and let out a sigh, as if he was seriously considering it. Then he shook his head.
“If you knew who I was, you’d fucking hate my guts,” he said.