Page 37 of Dead Bled Ringer
“I said,what are you getting fucked out of you?”
Hunter didn’t give me a chance to answer, just spanked me once, then twice, then a third time, as slick heat began to drip down my legs.
"All right, I won’t try to escape again,” I whispered.
“And what’s your safe word?”
Safe word? I didn’t have a safe word. Every bit of sex with Henry had been safe. Boring, perfunctory, safe.
“Fire,” I said, and he reached up to pinch my aching nipples, making me yowl in a mixture of horrified shock and arousal, my thighs slipping wetly on his leather seat.
He pushed down on my waist, forcing me to arch back even harder, then began to press inside my aching channel, filling me up with that disgustingly big and heavy dick.
The sounds our bodies made together were so lewd and wrong, my brother-in-law behind me thrusting in until my body wanted to explode with the obscene, overstuffed fullness, then dragging his cock out until I shrieked with the pressure on every oversensitive inch of skin.
“Fuck, it’s good to fuck that naughty behavior out of you,” Hunter said, and I kicked back at him as he pounded me over the seat, but he only chuckled, one hand pressed on my back, the other running down my side and then across my sore ass.
“I had bare feet,” I gritted out. “It wasn’t a fair match up.”
“Put your sneakers on next time then,” he said, moving between my legs to put the pad of his finger on my clit. “Let’s see how well you do.”
I groaned, louder this time, as my orgasm curled inside me and it hit without warning, my body shuddering and shaking against the hard seat, gripping the handlebar so he wouldn’t fuck me right off the side.
And he didn’t stop.
My release was still dripping down my legs, soaking the seat, and Hunter ran wet fingers across my stinging ass.
“Give me another one,” he ordered.
“No!” I cried. “It’s too much! Stop, you freak! Let me go!”
Hunter’s hand tightened on my ass, making stars burst in my vision.
But when I didn’t say anything else, didn’t sayfire, he only snorted in an annoyingly arrogant manner and wrapped one hand around my long hair and pulled.
It was fucking exquisite to feel that domineering tug on my hair, that delicious sting on my scalp too, as he forced my arch up higher, thrust so hard into me that I felt something freakishly goodactivate on my dripping inner wall.
And then I was almost babbling with need, moaning so loud I didn’t care who heard me, as my overstimulated body hit asecond peak, coming so hard my toes cramped and my vision was filled with stars.
Pleasure suffused my entire body as I felt his cock twitch, his size so big that I felt every single pulsation, every single deviant drop of liquid as I lay panting,gaspingfor breath.
Was that the brush of his lips against my skin as he gathered me into his arms again so I didn’t have to walk all the way back in my bare feet?
I wasn’t sure Icouldwalk. My legs felt like absolutely jelly. He could have done anything with me, but Hunter only cradled me against his chest and walked me back up the stairs and into the apartment.
The last conscious thought I had was,Fuck, I didn’t take my birth control pills today!
But I was so sleepy I couldn’t care, as Hunter laid me down gently in the bed and I fell asleep immediately.
It was late when I woke up, and I rubbed my eyes to see Hunter bringing me avocado toast, and everything fled my mind except how he smelled freshly showered, bursting out of Jasper’s much smaller T-shirt.
“We need to get Dr. Willoughby-Horton to admit to her part in the scheme,” I said after breakfast. “Sending her to jail would be a good revenge. Fucking sucking up to Henry at marriage counseling and making me thinkIwas the problem.”
“You were never the problem. No one could think you were the problem. But how are we going to do that?”
“Hunter,” I said firmly. “Get a suit. It’s time to put your impersonation of Henry to use again.”
I turned the recording on as Hunter knocked on the doctor’s door, adjusting his tie as his big shoulders stretched the dark suit jacket wide.