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Then Hunter reached around her, settling over her clit with a ruthless, rhythmic touch. “No coming. ”
“But—”
The stranger cut her off with another hard kiss, and she grabbed his solid biceps and hung on as Hunter drove her body higher. She gasped, and the stranger swallowed the sound with his mouth. This kiss was short on patience, long on hunger as he dove deep.
“Pull back,” Hunter growled.
Immediately, the stranger tore his mouth away. Kata was still processing Hunter’s command, trying to understand it. Then his fingers left her clit and rose. He painted her juice across the soft surface of her lips, top and bottom. Her stomach flipped.
“Kiss him again. ”
No hesitation. If the stranger had been determined before, he was downright demanding now, plundering her lips, licking them, soaking up her taste with a growl.
“I’m too selfish to give him your orgasms,” Hunter whispered in her ear. “They belong to me, but I can see he likes the taste of your pussy, honey. I want him to tease you until you scream. ”
Kata whimpered.
“Sound good, man?” he asked the other man.
The stranger whispered against her lips, “Fuck, yeah. ”
Again, a slightly familiar voice, but her senses were too scattered, her body rioting.
He grabbed her face and planted another urgent kiss on her lips, short and hungry and passionate. Then he was gone, drifting down her body, his mouth trailing over her neck, the swell of her breast. He lingered to take one nipple in his mouth, nipping, sucking. She gasped and filtered her hands through his severely short hair. He chuckled against her skin.
The stranger eased down her abdomen, then dropped to his knees. She barely had a moment to feel his unwavering stare and hot pants before he opened her pussy wide with his thumbs. Kata’s breath caught, as he latched on to her clit, sucking gently but deep.
She cried out, reaching behind her, wrapping desperate arms around Hunter’s neck, holding on to him like a lifeline.
“You like that, honey?” he whispered in her ear, his thick cock digging hard and urgent through the denim of his jeans into the curve of her ass.
She’d liked it better when Hunter had gone down on her, but knowing that he was watching, that this aroused him, was a turn-on all its own. She mewled her reply.
He chuckled in her ear, moving her hair aside. Then he pressed sweeping kisses across her shoulder and thumbed her nipples until they stood stiff. The stranger’s head bobbed between her legs, his tongue swiping against her hard bundle of nerves again and again. The friction nearly unraveled her. Kata focused on pushing down the orgasm, but the stranger . . . he was good. She clung to Hunter even tighter.
Him murmuring, “You’re so fucking sexy, honey,” only drove her higher.
God, she was so close, lava flowing hot through her veins.
“Ease off, man,” Hunter said. “She’s about to come. ”
Instantly, the stranger backed off, the devouring pulls of his mouth reduced to gentle licks. Kata whimpered in protest.
“I told you, your orgasms are mine. But I love knowing you’re on edge. Spread your legs wider for him. ”
Kata bit her lip. Hunter controlled her utterly, even through another man’s touch. She squirmed, perspiring, feeling overheated and needy. Hunter caressed her arms, his teeth nipping into her shoulder. She wanted more.
He turned her face toward him, and Kata pulled his head down, bringing his lips close to hers. He resisted.
“You’re not complying. Do you need a spanking, Kata?”
He was going to make sure the stranger kept her on the edge for as long as he liked, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it. Even as it turned her on, she wished it was his mouth touching her so intimately, his tongue driving her so close—yet so far away—from bliss.
Finally, she eased her thighs farther apart.
“More,” he murmured against her lips.
With a moan, she did.
“Pretty. Press your hips forward,” he said over her shoulder, looking down as she complied. “Yeah. A bit more. Perfect. ”
The stranger’s lips were there, and he licked his way through her slit, prying her apart again so he could swirl his tongue around the base of her clit, flick over the tip. Sensation slashed through her reserve, and she jerked forward—right into his waiting mouth.
He accepted the invitation immediately, opening his mouth over her pussy, sinking his tongue in deep, cradling her clit right on the flat and rubbing until the friction made her claw at Hunter desperately.
The torture went on forever, suspending her with a pleasure sharper than a bed of nails. Every sharp point dug under her skin. And Kata knew it wasn’t because a stranger touched her; it was because Hunter instigated it so he could grant her fantasy.
And at some point, he was going to wrest control of her body from this man and give her everything she was dying for. The very thought drove her to the edge.
“Back off,” Hunter instructed. “She’s close again. ”
The stranger unleashed a frustrated groan but backed away. Hunter rounded her until he stood beside the stranger. Cool air rushed over her overheated skin as she heard the rustle of cloth. Were they getting naked? Goose pimples broke out all over her body.
Then the powerful press of hands on her shoulders urged her down before Hunter spoke. “On your knees. ”
Those words pinged shock through her system. Did he want her to suck off a stranger while he watched? A foreign thrill mingled with discomfort. Could she do it? Did he really want her to, or was this just him granting her the fantasy that he’d ended the night they met?
“Kata. ” A warning, stern, harsh.
To please him, she could do this. Succumbing to the pressure of his hands, his voice, she fell to her knees onto the plush carpet.
A gentle hand stroked her hair from peak to crown before urging her forward. The velvet head of a stiff cock met her lips. Gingerly, she opened, not certain who it belonged to. As soon as she licked the crown, Kata knew this wasn’t Hunter. This man tasted salty, woodsy, earthy—foreign. The stranger groaned.
“Deeper,” Hunter demanded. “To the back of your throat. ”
The command ricocheted around inside her, an erotic blend of shock, forbidden thrill, and a desire to please. She opened her mouth, stroking her tongue along the underside of the thick erection, then swallowing it as deep as she could.
The stranger’s smothered groan told her that she’d gotten to him. So she did it again.
As she opened her mouth to take a third pass at the stranger, Hunter gathered up her hair in his fist and tugged her away from the other cock to his own. His familiar weight and taste hit her tongue, and her arousal soared. This was what she wanted. He was who she wanted.
If this was their last night together, she didn’t want a fantasy inspired by an old book fulfilled; she wanted every bit of Hunter. Their relationship might be futile, and she might be too scared to hope that they belonged together forever, but she couldn’t deny that she loved him.
Kata eagerly devoured Hunter’s cock, taking him all the way to her throat. Lovingly, she wrapped her tongue around him, laved the head, plumped her lips at the crown, then repeated the process.
“Holy fuck,” the expletive slipped past Hunter’s lips. His hands tightened in her hair. “God, I love your mouth. ”
And she loved pleasing him. Knowing that her lovers were satisfied in the past had been good enough for her, but Kata wanted to be Hunter’s best, the one he couldn’t forget. Selfish? Probably. But she knew damn well she’d never forget him.
Tonight, she wanted to soak in every memory she could.
“I want you,” she admitted, breathing against the ridges of his abdomen. “Is it okay if I only want you?”
In a heartbeat, Hunter lifted her to her feet, gripped her shoulders. “You’re sure? This is suppos
ed to be your fantasy, the one I took from you. ”
“Do you really want to share me?” She reached for the blindfold to tear it off.
The stranger’s hands stopped her. “If I’m not staying, I’d rather just slip out anonymously,” he whispered.
Kata lowered her hands, then sidled closer to Hunter.
He cupped her face in his hands. “Honey, I never want to share you. If I had my way . . . Well, I think you know. ” He pressed a hard kiss to her mouth, then turned to the other guy. “Beat feet, man. ”
The stranger groaned, but after a rustle of cloth and the creak of the door, he was gone.
Hunter ripped off her blindfold. “We’re alone. Whatever happens next is your call, honey. ”
“Take me,” she whispered. “In every way you want. ”
“You’re sure? I won’t go easy on you. ”
“I know. Please, Sir. ”
He hesitated, looking as if he had something to say. Then, with a nod, he directed her across the room to a sawhorse-looking item and bent her over it. She went without a word.
After flipping on every light in the room, Hunter clipped her wrists into cuffs on the sides, then repeated the process with her ankles at the front of the equipment. Then he grabbed her hips, lined his cock up with the empty ache between her legs, and plunged so deep in one stroke, she knew she’d never be the same.
Covering her back with his powerful body, he thrust into her with a frightening, lightning pace, then growled in her ear, “No one feels like you. No one will ever replace you. ”
Kata clawed the side of the wooden apparatus, shoving back against him. The pleasure she’d been holding off when the stranger’s mouth had been on her soared again, this time undeniable. Her heart beat, swelled.
Deep, then deeper Hunter forged and thrust, claiming her utterly. She clenched on him, and he brushed over her wet curls, strumming over her clit. “I’ve had the most fucking vivid fantasies of you as mine always, bare pussy, a little ring piercing the hood of your clit so my tongue would always have a toy to drive you mad . . . matching rings in your nipples with little weights a constant tug. If I got to keep you, honey, I’d want my stamp of possession on every inch of you. I’d want to see it, touch you every damn day, possess every part of you. I’d be the most attentive lover and husband ever. ” He closed his eyes, groaned loudly.
His words were driving her up. The vision exploded through Kata’s brain. Her pussy clamped down on him again, her muscles gripping him. He wanted her bare? Pierced? She’d never considered doing that for a lover, refused to alter herself to please any man. But the thought of doing it for Hunter made her beyond hot.
His slick fingers glided over her clit again. She gasped, teetering right on the edge again.
“Not yet, honey. ”
"Hunter . . . please. ”
He gripped her waist possessively and pounded into her again, again. “I know. I fucking know. ” His growl was like a curse. It dripped need, bled desperation. “If you come, I’ll follow you, and I’m not ready to let you go yet. ”
Kata wasn’t sure she was ready to let him go, either. Parting was smart and would save them heartache in the long run, but . . . she clenched her fists, desperately wishing that she could touch him.
“Deep,” she begged. “Slow. Love me. ”
“Yeah. ” He set up a grinding, excruciating pace, an unhurried pounding that had her babbling in incoherent pleas for relief.
“I love you. ” He slammed into her again. “So fucking much. I can’t hold back. Come with me. ”
With those words she detonated with a throaty wail. He stole her breath, her mind—and every bit of her heart. Behind her, he stiffened and roared, pulsing inside her as she gripped him fist-tight, taking everything from him that he could give. Tears burned her eyes, ran down her cheeks. Hunter did this to her every time, ripped her open, stripped her to her core, connected them stronger, deeper.
He gripped his fist in her hair and tugged until her mouth was under his, then covered her lips with his own. He moaned into her, and Kata felt him all the way through her body, deep down to her heart.
With a groan, he withdrew and unclipped her quickly, then turned her into his arms, pressing her damp body against his sweat-drenched skin. Their heartbeats fused together as he took her mouth again and carried her across the hall, to the cozy bedroom.
He set her on the bed, then crawled in after her. “Let me hold you. ”
Jumbled and exhausted, Kata nodded mutely. She didn’t want to let him go—ever. He aroused her, inflamed her, challenged her. Tonight, he’d pushed her farther than ever, and she’d given all she could. What if . . . she asked him not to sign the papers?
What had changed? He’d still be so much like his father, and she was apparently too much like her mother. Eventually, they’d make each other miserable. She had to let the inevitable happen.
With her heart breaking, she turned into his arms and sobbed.
Chapter Nineteen
HUNTER never closed his eyes. Kata snuggled up beside him now, though he’d rolled her over twice in the past few hours and taken her again, a deep, soft fusing of mouths and bodies until she cried out in ecstasy beneath him. She’d slipped into an exhausted sleep afterward, and as much as he wanted to slip inside the tight clasp of her pussy and make love to her again, he couldn’t.