His Every Defense by Kelly Favor Page B

hips into him, giving him access to the deepest part of her. Hunter’s hands clutched beneath her, grabbing her bare buttocks and lifting her behind off the bed as he burrowed deeper into her pussy.
    His tongue worked inside, slathering her, pressing, flicking, sucking, licking.
    Kallie cried out, as her own hands gripped the bedspread, kneading it, using it to quell the involuntary movements of her arms as she came suddenly.
    “Oh, God! Oh, God!”
    She stared at him, as she watched him licking her, watched the way he took her flesh against his mouth and met it with total confidence, knowing exactly how to make her come.
    When she was finished, he pulled out his cock from his dress pants and told her to turn on her stomach. She did as she was told, breathless with anticipation.
    Hunter bent her over the bed, and she turned and saw them in the reflection of the slightly ajar bathroom door, which had a mirror on the outside.
    She watched as Hunter inserted himself into her and began vigorously fucking her from behind, his hands on her tits as he thrust into her tightness.
    It was a turn-on, like watching porn, only she was playing the starring role.
    She was watching the hottest man she’d ever seen screw his woman, and at the same time, she was that woman, being screwed and loving it.
    He filled her, again and again, pumping into her wetness, her slickness.
    She came once more and then Hunter came too, pulling out just in time for Kallie to sit up and take him fully into her mouth.
    A hot spurt, and then another and another coated her throat. She loved it. She sucked him thirstily as he moaned and she used her hand to get the very last of him out and into her mouth.
    When they were done, there was no time for laying and cuddling. Instead, they freshened up as much as possible and then quickly left the hotel.

    ***
    Bryson was waiting for them outside the whiter than white, glittering office building that housed Weisman Productions.
    As they introduced themselves, she was struck by how tall Bryson was. At probably close to six and a half feet, he was physically imposing. He had broad shoulders, and in person, his shaggy blond hair and affable demeanor reminded her a little bit of Owen Wilson.
    Dressed in a casual tan suit with a yellow tie, he looked Hollywood in a way that even Hunter hadn’t managed.
    Hunter still looked more like a New York hedge fund manager in his dark, serious suit. The two of them made quite a contrast in style and personality as they sized one another up on the sidewalk.
    After shaking hands, Hunter took control. “Let’s go around the corner to Starbucks and have a quick strategy meeting,” he said.
    “That’s good,” Bryson replied, smiling. “I do have a few things I wanted to bring up before we go in there.”
    Hunter shot him a look. “Well, now’s your chance then. Come on.” He started off for the Starbucks on the corner.
    “Don’t walk so fast,” Kallie said, as Hunter strode away from them in full a-type, Alpha Male frenzy.
    Bryson looked at her and chuckled. “Is he always this intense?”
    “Yes,” she admitted, her cheeks suddenly aflame as she pictured the intensity with which Hunter had just fucked her on the hotel bed not very long ago.
    Her nipples stiffened beneath her dress, and she tried to bring her mind back to the present.
    They got inside the coffee shop and after ordering and fixing their drinks, the three of them sat outside at a small table with a green umbrella.
    Kallie put on her sunglasses, as did Hunter.
    Bryson, the only L.A. native, was squinting as he sipped his iced coffee.
    “So, what did you want to bring up to me before meeting Max Weisman?” Hunter said, blowing on his coffee cup.
    Bryson looked at Kallie and smiled, quickly looking away. He seemed suddenly embarrassed. “The thing is, you know this is a dream come true for me.”
    “I would think so. This is a huge moment in my career as well, and I’ve done some pretty cool things in this