Chapter 36: Chapter Thirty-five

Hunter’s eyes stayed locked on Mirabella as her trembling fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She peeled his shirt upward slowly, her fingertips brushing over his hard stomach as the fabric rose. His skin was warm, smooth over rippling muscles, and she swallowed thickly when the shirt finally cleared over his head.

Hunter smirked lazily, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. “That’s my good girl,” he said in a low growl, taking the shirt from her hand and tossing it aside.

Mirabella’s fingers moved low and hesitated at the waistband of his trousers. His gaze sharpened, and his voice came out low and commanding. “Go on. Take it all off.”

She fumbled with the button of his fly, then slid the zipper down, her knuckles grazing against the growing bulge beneath. Hunter sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Christ,” he muttered, his voice rough.

She pulled his trousers down slowly, the fabric dragging over his long legs, until he stood before her in nothing but his briefs. Her eyes lingered on the thick outline straining against the fabric, and her lips parted unconsciously.

Hunter noticed. His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Like what you see?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she said nothing. She only hooked her fingers into his briefs and tugged them down. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, proud and intimidating. Her eyes widened, but she forced herself to continue, sliding the fabric all the way down until he was completely bare before her.

Hunter stepped out of them and then moved to the bed, sprawling out lazily, one arm behind his head. His body was carved perfection—broad shoulders, sculpted chest, hard abs leading down to the thick cock resting proudly against him. He looked every bit like sin made flesh.

He gestured with two fingers, his tone husky but commanding.

“Your turn. Strip for me. Slowly.”

Mirabella’s breath hitched. Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her top. She pulled it upward inch by inch, revealing the smooth expanse of her belly, her soft curves, her perky nipples, until finally it slipped over her head and fell to the floor.

Her shorts were next. She unbuttoned them, sliding them down her thighs, revealing simple cotton panties that suddenly felt scandalous under Hunter’s piercing gaze. She hesitated, her fingers playing at the band.

Hunter’s voice came low and dangerous. “All of it, Bella. I want nothing between me and that sinful body.”

Heat washed through her, and she obeyed, pushing the panties down until she stood before him completely bare.

His eyes raked over her slowly, hungrily, devouring every inch of her skin. He groaned deep in his chest. “Fuck. Look at you.”

Mirabella crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously, but Hunter growled, sitting up slightly. “Don’t you dare hide from me. Come here.”

She lowered her arms reluctantly, her cheeks burning.

“Now,” he said, leaning back against the pillows again, “put one leg on the bed.”

Her breath quickened. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice rough with command. “Put one leg on the bed and show me how you touch yourself. I want to see you come, Bella. I want to watch your legs shake as you use those tiny fingers of yours on your pussy.”

Her whole body trembled with nerves, but something in his gaze held her. She placed one leg on the mattress, opening herself to him, her pink center exposed under the dim light.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now touch yourself for me.”

Her hand slid slowly down her stomach, between her thighs, until her fingers brushed against her swollen clit. She gasped softly at the sensation. Slowly, she began to circle it, her breath growing shallow.

Hunter’s eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on her fingers. “Faster,” he whispered.

Her movements quickened, her other hand gripping her breasts and stroking them one after the other as her knees trembled. She dipped two fingers inside herself, sliding them in and out before moving back to stroke her clit again. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and intoxicating.

Her body trembled, her breathing ragged. Her head fell back, dark hair spilling over her shoulders.

“Eyes on me,” Hunter growled.

Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his burning gaze as her climax rushed through her. Her body shook, goosebumps spreading across her skin as waves of pleasure consumed her. She came hard, her legs trembling until they nearly gave way.

“Fuck,” she gasped, collapsing slightly onto the edge of the bed, her body limp.

Hunter smirked, his eyes dark with approval. “That’s it. That’s what I wanted to see.”

When she finally calmed, he crooked a finger. “Now, climb up here. Use me however you want. Pleasure yourself on me, Bella. Fuck me however you like.”

She looked at him, her breath shallow. Slowly, she crawled onto the bed, moving over him on her knees. His cock stood thick and heavy against his abs, pulsing with need.

She reached down, curling her small fingers around his thick length. He hissed at the first contact, his hips twitching. She began to stroke him slowly, sliding her hand up and down, watching as his jaw clenched.

Then she lowered her head, her tongue tracing the sensitive skin of his balls before sucking one into her mouth.

Hunter hissed in disapproval, his hand fisting the sheets. “Don’t tease me, Bella.”

Her lips curled in a mischievous smile. She licked up his length slowly, then took the swollen head into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Hunter groaned, his head falling back.

She sucked him deeper, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue swirling around him as spit coated his shaft. His cock swelled harder in her mouth, stretching her lips, sliding deeper down her throat. She gagged lightly but didn’t stop, her hand stroking the base as she bobbed her head.

Hunter’s eyes opened to watch, and the sight nearly undid him. His thick cock disappearing between her lips, her cheeks hollowing, spit dripping down her chin—it was too much.

“Enough,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair. He tugged her head back, pulling her off him. Strings of spit clung between her lips and his cock.

“Why…” she pouted, lips swollen and wet. “You’re the one who said I can do as I please.”

Hunter stared at her, his chest heaving, then let out a sharp laugh. “You little brat.” His eyes softened with lust as he added, “I’m at the verge of changing my mind if you don’t sit on me now and take me deep in your beautiful pussy.”

Mirabella’s stomach fluttered at the raw need in his voice. Slowly, she straddled him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. She reached between them, gripping his shaft, and guided him to her entrance.

She sank down slowly, inch by inch, until he filled her completely, stretching her walls. Her mouth fell open in a gasp.

“Fuck,” Hunter groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. “So tight. So perfect.”

She began to move, slow and steady, rising up and sliding back down his thick cock. Her breasts bounced with each motion, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders. Her lips parted, small moans escaping as she rode him, her head falling back in bliss.

Hunter’s eyes devoured her. The sight of her—straddling him, taking him deep, her body arching, her nipples hard—was almost unbearable. She looked like a vision, like something torn out of his darkest fantasies.

His hands couldn’t stay still. One squeezed and kneaded her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple while the other gripped her hip, holding her steady as she moved.

“Faster,” he growled, his voice rough. He needed it fast and furious. He was barely holding up.

But Mirabella shook her head, panting. “I… I want to go… slow.”

His jaw clenched. His patience was fraying. “Bella.”

She ignored him, continuing her slow, deliberate movements.

Hunter’s fingers dug into her hips, his growl vibrating against her skin. He tried to quicken her pace, forcing her down harder, but she froze, stopping all movement.

“You have to let me do my thing,” she whispered breathlessly, defiance flashing in her eyes.

Hunter’s nostrils flared. A dangerous smirk curved his lips. “You think I’ll let you defy me in bed?”

Before she could respond, he grabbed her waist and yanked her down flush against him. Her chest pressed into his, her face inches from his. His strong hands seized her hips, and suddenly he was the one moving her, thrusting up into her as he impelled her body onto his cock.

His pace was brutal, unyielding, his hips slamming into hers with sharp, punishing thrusts. The sound of their skin clapping echoed through the room.

He whispered hotly into her ear, his breath ragged. “Don’t ever disobey me in bed. Any other place, fine. But not when I’m balls deep inside you. I easily run out of patience when I'm inside you.”

Mirabella’s breath came in sharp gasps. The force of his thrusts made her body lightheaded, her walls clenching desperately around him. Pleasure surged, spiraling higher and higher until she was unraveling.

His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it fiercely. That was the final push. Her orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing, her scream muffled against his shoulder as she shattered around him.

Her legs shook, her body limp as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

But Hunter wasn’t done. His grip tightened, his body still pulsing with need. He flipped her effortlessly onto her back, pinning her beneath him, his dark gaze burning into hers.

“Not yet, Bella,” he growled, his cock still throbbing inside her. “I’m not finished with you just yet.”