off still, but she was losing her will to do so. Instead, she was pressing her hips into him, trying to make him suck her pussy even harder.
He pulled her pants down to her ankles, spread her legs by grabbing her inner thighs and forcing them apart. With her pants around her ankles, her feet would only go so far, and the pants became like manacles. Hunter switched his hands to her lower hips, and his thumbs were practically touching her wet hole.
Her bare buttocks were cold from the car door, and she felt completely exposed to the world, even though she knew intellectually that nobody was watching the scene unfolding in the driveway.
Hunter wasn’t eating her out right then, however. He was studying her, while his hands inched slowly closer to her wettest, most private place. The mere touch of his fingers was driving her mad.
She moaned, writhed. She couldn’t escape, didn’t want to, but she also needed to fight for some reason. Everything in her was rebelling at the moment, and yet the rebellion wasn’t real. She wanted to be conquered and Hunter knew it, because he understood her—just as he’d always understood her—sometimes more than she knew herself.
His fingers slowly dipped into her tight folds, sliding in, squeezing into her tunnel. She groaned with pleasure. Hunter started to fuck her with his fingers, pushing in and then pulling out, starting to use his sense of rhythm to make her come.
“Oh—oh fuck,” she whispered desperately.
“Don’t come,” he commanded. “Don’t come until I tell you—which might just be never, after the way you’ve behaved tonight.”
“Please,” she begged. Her hips had a mind of their own, it seemed.
As his fingers dipped in and out, her hips moved in time. She was being overcome by an intense sensation of ecstasy. He was controlling her, he was tempting her, he was toying with her.
“Do not come.” He said it again. Each time he said it, her urge to climax increased exponentially.
She threw her head back and moaned loudly and her hips bucked, forcing his fingers all the way inside.
He stimulated her clitoris and she cried out. Her nipples were stiff as mountain peaks in the cooling night air. Her skin prickled in the breeze, sweat pouring down her neck, between her breasts, her legs.
Right as she was about to let loose, when the moment of climax was upon her, Hunter suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up. He stared directly into his eyes. “I fucking own you, don’t I?”
She almost nodded. Much of the fight had been taken out of her, and she was weak. She just wanted to come. She wanted him inside of her, now, and she wanted to take every last drop of him when he finished.
But she couldn’t stop fighting. Instead, she forced a smile to her lips. “I do what I want, when I want.”
“Get on your knees,” he demanded.
She ignored him. He grabbed her by her shoulders and forced her down to the ground. There was a sharp pain as her knees bit into the concrete, but she didn’t care.
Her face was directly in line with his bulging crotch, and she was flooded with even more wetness as Hunter quickly unzipped himself.
“Put my cock in your mouth.”
She closed her mouth tightly, refusing.
Hunter grabbed her by her hair and then took his cock in hand.
She kept her mouth shut. He responded by forcing the tip of his penis to her lips and sliding it across them, back forth, slapping it on her face and lips.
He grabbed her hair more tightly until a scorching pain raced through her scalp.
She opened her mouth to cry out in pain, although the pain wasn’t terrible. It was just enough to cause a reaction like the one she gave.
As she opened her mouth, Hunter thrust his shaft inside, plunging into her, stroking quickly back and forth. “Looks like you suck a pretty good dick when you stop whining,” he said, his voice husky.
She was about to come again, even without being touched down there.
Just the sensation of him inside her mouth, his
He pulled her pants down to her ankles, spread her legs by grabbing her inner thighs and forcing them apart. With her pants around her ankles, her feet would only go so far, and the pants became like manacles. Hunter switched his hands to her lower hips, and his thumbs were practically touching her wet hole.
Her bare buttocks were cold from the car door, and she felt completely exposed to the world, even though she knew intellectually that nobody was watching the scene unfolding in the driveway.
Hunter wasn’t eating her out right then, however. He was studying her, while his hands inched slowly closer to her wettest, most private place. The mere touch of his fingers was driving her mad.
She moaned, writhed. She couldn’t escape, didn’t want to, but she also needed to fight for some reason. Everything in her was rebelling at the moment, and yet the rebellion wasn’t real. She wanted to be conquered and Hunter knew it, because he understood her—just as he’d always understood her—sometimes more than she knew herself.
His fingers slowly dipped into her tight folds, sliding in, squeezing into her tunnel. She groaned with pleasure. Hunter started to fuck her with his fingers, pushing in and then pulling out, starting to use his sense of rhythm to make her come.
“Oh—oh fuck,” she whispered desperately.
“Don’t come,” he commanded. “Don’t come until I tell you—which might just be never, after the way you’ve behaved tonight.”
“Please,” she begged. Her hips had a mind of their own, it seemed.
As his fingers dipped in and out, her hips moved in time. She was being overcome by an intense sensation of ecstasy. He was controlling her, he was tempting her, he was toying with her.
“Do not come.” He said it again. Each time he said it, her urge to climax increased exponentially.
She threw her head back and moaned loudly and her hips bucked, forcing his fingers all the way inside.
He stimulated her clitoris and she cried out. Her nipples were stiff as mountain peaks in the cooling night air. Her skin prickled in the breeze, sweat pouring down her neck, between her breasts, her legs.
Right as she was about to let loose, when the moment of climax was upon her, Hunter suddenly withdrew his hand and stood up. He stared directly into his eyes. “I fucking own you, don’t I?”
She almost nodded. Much of the fight had been taken out of her, and she was weak. She just wanted to come. She wanted him inside of her, now, and she wanted to take every last drop of him when he finished.
But she couldn’t stop fighting. Instead, she forced a smile to her lips. “I do what I want, when I want.”
“Get on your knees,” he demanded.
She ignored him. He grabbed her by her shoulders and forced her down to the ground. There was a sharp pain as her knees bit into the concrete, but she didn’t care.
Her face was directly in line with his bulging crotch, and she was flooded with even more wetness as Hunter quickly unzipped himself.
“Put my cock in your mouth.”
She closed her mouth tightly, refusing.
Hunter grabbed her by her hair and then took his cock in hand.
She kept her mouth shut. He responded by forcing the tip of his penis to her lips and sliding it across them, back forth, slapping it on her face and lips.
He grabbed her hair more tightly until a scorching pain raced through her scalp.
She opened her mouth to cry out in pain, although the pain wasn’t terrible. It was just enough to cause a reaction like the one she gave.
As she opened her mouth, Hunter thrust his shaft inside, plunging into her, stroking quickly back and forth. “Looks like you suck a pretty good dick when you stop whining,” he said, his voice husky.
She was about to come again, even without being touched down there.
Just the sensation of him inside her mouth, his
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