Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Our mouths crash together, and Hunter forces his tongue against mine, kissing me with a wild fury that almost knocks me off his lap. As I continue riding him, I steady myself by putting my hand against the window, leaving a smeared print on the foggy glass. Hunter thrusts himself upward as I thrust myself down, his cock piercing my deep center. His hands are still on my ass, squeezing and helping pull me down harder on top of him.
“You feel amazing, Daddy,” I say, my voice a choked whisper. “Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me harder, Daddy.”
Hunter’s face darkens with his lust, and a low growling hiss escapes through his clenched jaw. As we hurtle toward a powerful climax, our movements are frantic. He’s making me bounce up and down harder, slamming himself deep into me. As I feel his cock swell, a strong quiver passes through me. And when he presses his head back against the headrest, he lets out a moan as loud and rumbling as the thunder outside. A moment later, Hunter bursts.
The feeling of his warm, wet seed filling me up pushes me over the edge, and I cry out as my body shakes wildly. I cling to him, my fingers pressing hard into his shoulders as we come together. I feel his cock pulsing inside of me as my pussy throbs, milking every last drop of his come out of him. Our orgasms are powerful and seem to rock both of us to our very core. My breath is harsh and uneven, and it feels like fire is running through my veins as I revel in the feeling of Hunter draining himself inside of me.
As the last waves of pleasure ripple through us, I lean forward and press my forehead to his. Hunter’s dark eyes are fixed on mine and a small smile lifts the corners of his mouth that makes my still-racing heart stumble over itself.
“Wow,” I say.
He nods. “Wow.”
As we cling together behind the fogged-over windows of his truck relishing our ebbing orgasms, the rain beating on the roof of the truck lessens and stops altogether.
11
HUNTER
My eyes flutter, then open a crack, and I stare up at the ceiling as the morning sunlight slants in through the windows. A smile stretches across my face when I feel the warm, soft body of the woman sleeping beside me.
Last night was incredible. After having incredible sex in the truck, we came home and had sex twice more until we both collapsed in an exhausted, sweaty heap. And just lying next to her, listening to her soft breathing, and feeling her soft, supple skin pressed to mine, I feel my cock stirring, ready to have another round with her. I can’t get enough of this woman. She makes me feel insatiable.
I have never felt about somebody the way I feel about Harlow. She’s opened me up to things I never thought I could experience before. Things I never knew existed. I’ve always been reserved and have never allowed myself to really get in touch with my emotions. Doing what I do for a living and seeing the things I see on a daily basis, I’ve found it’s always best to compartmentalize. To keep your emotions locked away. Not really feeling things deeply and keeping myself divorced from my emotions has just become second nature to me.
Harlow has found a way to unlock those doors I’ve buried deep inside of me. Not just unlock them, but kick them in. Once they’re open, all those feelings I keep locked behind them come spilling out. And the thing that blows my mind the most is that she’s been able to do it without even trying. She’s been able to do it effortlessly. She’s been like a fucking Cat 5 hurricane that’s blown into my life and is turning everything upside down and on its head. I know it sounds ridiculous to say, but it’s been in the best way possible.
If I’m being honest, it’s been terrifying for me. I’m not used to really feeling things the way I have been these past few weeks. And I’ve certainly never been as open with a woman as I am with Harlow. I’ve never cared for somebody the way I care for Harlow. Maybe it’s her innocence or relentlessly optimistic attitude, but she’s made me see the world in an entirely different way. She’s made me see myself in an entirely different way. More than that, she’s made me want to be a better man. Without even trying, she’s making me change and grow in ways I never expected to grow and change when we first got together.
It’s still strange to me to think that we’re together at all. When I first met Harlow, back when she was a nineteen-year-old, dating Micah, I won’t deny that I was struck by her beauty. She was stunning even back then. But as I got to know her a bit better, I saw the many layers to her. She’s intelligent, passionate, kind, compassionate. If I had a checklist of the things I’d include in the perfect woman, she would tick all the boxes. But I never let myself entertain those thoughts back then. She was with my son, after all.