Page 118 of My Treasured Obsession

My shock misted away and pure pleasure seeped through my pores. The champagne mixed with the taste of Hunter was a delicious combination. I swallowed as much of it as I could, while some of it leaked down my chin, my neck, and my breasts.

“Good girl. Drink every drop of champagne.” He groaned. “Before I make you drink my cum.”

I sipped every bit of the liquor with greed, humming in delight. Then I licked the remaining beads on his cock and sucked him into my mouth again, taking him all the way to the back of my throat with practiced ease. Hunter growled and continued pulling on my leash as my head bobbed and my fingers went back to working my pussy. “Fucking hell, Gabby.Fuckkk. Get ready. I’m going to disrespect that face soon.”

We came seconds apart. I whimpered, my body arching under the intensity of my orgasm, and Hunter groaned ferally, his face tightening and his seed pouring into my mouth.

Cristo, he was beautiful in the throes of passion. I watched him, mesmerized.

Hunter drew his length out of me and his fist shuffled down his wet inches quickly, cum ribbons spraying over my face like an artist painting white strokes on his canvas.

Grinning wickedly, I stuck my tongue out to collect a few spare drops.

I was a horny mess of saliva, cum, and champagne. But Hunter gazed at me like I was the centerfold of his universe. And though I’d been the one to service him, I’d never felt more powerful when I saw his big body sag back against the desk with loud huffs. Knowing I’d reduced him to a mess filled me with pride.

My fingers smeared over the trail of cum sliding down my cheek and shoved it past my lips, tasting more of him. “Did you enjoy that,bello?”

“Very much.” Through his ragged exhales, he ordered, “Give me your hand.”

I withdrew my fingers from my sopping pussy. They shone with arousal. Hunter caught my wrist and lowered himself enough to suck my digits into his mouth with a dirty moan, his eyes closing as he relished my taste. “Mm.” His tongue swirled between my fingers, down to my knuckles. “I could live off the taste of you. You’re divine, baby.”

My breath hitched, the vain creature in me satisfied. “So are you.”

He smirked around my fingers, drawing them out of his mouth with a prominent sound. “Do you like wearing a man’s cum on your beautiful face, doll?”

Good Lord. It was always the quiet ones, huh? “Only yours.”

“Correct answer.” He plucked out a few tissues from the napkin box sitting on the desk and cleaned the cum off my face gently. He smiled at my wonderstruck expression. “C’mere. Give me a kiss.”

Hunter helped me stand up, my legs shaky. “You owe me a new necklace.”

“You’ll put my card to good use,” he jested. “I know it.”

Roping me into his arms, he kissed me passionately like he’d been starved for my lips—like we hadn’t been kissing all night long already. We moaned as our tongues met in a languid, erotic dance. My hands dived into his hair and clasped his chain, holding him to me, and his hands mapped all over my naked body.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was losing my mind, clawing at the walls like an animal desperate to be let loose from its cage. “Fuck me, Hunter. Please. You know I’m on the pill.”

“I got tested weeks ago and I’m negative too. I haven’t been with anyone since I laid eyes on you.”

My gaze widened. He’d been celibate for over a year? “Why haven’t you been with anyone else?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to touch, let alone look at another woman, because you’re it for me.” He gazed at me intently. “You’re the only one I want, Gabriela. Don’t ever doubt it.”

He spoke vehemently and assuredly, leaving no room for argument. I’d never question this man’s yearning and devotion for me. It was right here, in the flesh.

Grabbing the backs of my thighs, Hunter hoisted me up and my legs automatically twined around his waist. He turned us around and deposited me on the desk. “And as much as I want to be inside of you, our first time won’t be on an office desk. You want romance, Gabby. To be wined and dined properly,” he murmured, dusting the tip of his nose against mine. “You want to be taken back to a nice room with silk sheets and candles, where you can be fucked hard and rough. Wholly devoured until there’s nothing left of you. I’ll give you that soon, but right now…let me fill you up in other ways.”

Tingles shot down my spine as Hunter placed a hand on my neck and gently reclined me back until I was raised on my elbows with my legs splayed open on the desk, my heels resting right at the edge. He parted my thighs wider, stared at my bare pussy, and whispered a “Fuck” like my beauty was too much for him.

The desire pooling in my gut never had a chance to cool down. Its flame only rose in ferocity. It spread through my system and burned under my skin, making me crackle like a live wire everywhere he touched me.

The nerve endings in my body chanted a hymn that solely belonged tomio principeand when he used the champagne bottle to pour the last sip over my body, I moaned his name—a half plea, a half demand—as the droplets trickled down mybreast, stomach, and just shy of my mound like glittery confetti. “Hunter.”

He lowered himself to cover my body, snatching another kiss like my lips were his kryptonite and he couldn’t stay away. Those drugging kisses of his trailed down my jaw and towards my ear. “Do you want me to disrespect you a little more, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

He smirked and his tongue forked out, drinking the champagne from my skin like it was liquid gold, blazing a path to my wet cunt. “Hot little sluts like you love to drive a man wild, hm?” He licked the drop running over my hip bone with a hungry sound. “Prancing around the club like a gorgeous dicktease, knowing every man in the room’s got a hard-on for you.” Sucked a love bite on my waist. “But I’m the only one who gets to have all of this, huh, baby?” Nipped my mound playfully. “I’m the lucky motherfucker who gets to please you until you’re screaming loud enough for everyone to know what we’re doing behind closed doors.” Then the head of the empty bottle parted my slit and mingled with my wetness. “Now keep your eyes on me while I stretch your pussy with this champagne bottle like it’s one of those toys you love so much, doll.”