Page 120 of My Treasured Obsession

It was muscular and biteable, the kind you could bounce a quarter off. I gave in to the urge to grab it with both hands and squeeze. “This ass deserves to be on billboards.”

Hunter could make millions as an underwear model.

He laughed low and deep. “Funny. That’s the same thought I have whenever I see yours.” With his knees on either side of my head, his hand clasped underneath my chin. “You ready for me, Gabby?”

I had sixty-nined before, but never reversed like this. Anticipation expanded in my core. “Yes.”

His thumb parted my lips. “Open wider for me.” I did as Hunter asked and he dipped an inch of himself slowly inside of me. He groaned, inserting more of his inches into my mouth. “Ah,fuckkk. Twice was enough to ruin me, baby. Twice was enough for me to know that I’m going to need to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock forever.”

I relaxed, letting him fully bottom inside of me in just a few more strokes.

Hunter trembled above me from the pleasure, hands caressing down my torso. “You good?” he asked huskily. “Tap me once.”

I slapped his ass.

He choked out a strangled sound, having meant his thigh. Oopsies. Could you blame me, though? “Devious girl.”

My smile stretched around his thick girth.

Hunter leaned forward to cover the rest of my body with his and brought his mouth just shy of my cunt. His warm breath blew over my slickness and he dipped a finger across my sensitive slit. I shivered and heard the unmistakable sound of him sucking me off his finger, the moan that followed afterwards downright immoral. “I really could eat you out all day, princess.”

Hunter fell over my pussy and went straight for my clit, flicking it in quick spurts of that talented tongue. Two fingers entered my opening at the same time, working in tandem to drive me wild. I whined and moaned. My hips tried rocking in time with his thrusting fingers, yet were pinned beneath his strong weight.

My eyes widened when Hunter pulled his wet fingers out of my pussy and trailed them towards my puckered hole.

“You ever taken a cock here, doll?” He rimmed it teasingly and lifted his hips enough to free my mouth so I could speak. A stream of saliva cascaded down my chin.

I gasped. “N-no, but I—”

“Good.” He swiftly shoved his cock back inside my mouth with a rough pump that had my eyes watering. His satisfied smirk plumed over my flesh. “You’ll take mine. I’ll fill every goddamn hole in your tight little body until you forget about any fucker who came before me.”

My head swam with unspeakable lust. Dirty and raw like Hunter’s smoky tone, it trickled through my veins like a match, setting me on fire.

Hunter pistoned his hips, shoving all his inches into my mouth with no finesse. My tongue laved over his cock and I sucked him like my life depended on it, the walls of my throat flexing around his thickness. I grabbed onto his outer thighs and ass for purchase, raking my fingernails over his skin, leaving marks that were akin to the ones he left indelibly on my soul.

His masculine groans reverberated against my sensitive flesh as he ate me out with zeal, my own moans not too far behind. He dipped the tip of his thumb into my ass…And the champagne bottle returned, its neck fucking my pussy in sync with his tongue flicking over my engorged clit in a blurring motion. Every hole of mine was filled by him.

I was losing my mind, my body going into overdrive and wracked with a myriad of sensations travelling from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, causing my heart to pound fast and my arousal to drip onto the table.

When his gravelly voice said, “You’re so wet, so tight, so mine, baby. Mm. I want your pussy to make a mess all over myface. Do you think you can be a good girl and do that for me?” I knew I’d never be the same again.

I was convinced that he had always belonged in the tapestry of my destiny—that the lines in my palms had always been stitched with his name.

The air in the office was decorated with our desire-fueled sounds and the smell of sex. Our mutual orgasm began to crest. There were no thoughts. No inhibitions. Only this sweet surrender as we pleasured each other.

“Fuck, you’re close,” Hunter all but snarled over my throbbing cunt. “Me too.” His pace grew jerky as he sloshed his cock in and out of my mouth, while never leaving my clit alone, and switched out the champagne bottle for three fingers, hitting my G-spot in the perfect rhythm. “I want you to swallow every drop like the nasty slut you are, Gabby.”

It didn’t take long before I exploded with a muffled scream.

Hunter lapped at my arousal, coming down my throat with a deep groan.

I made sure to drink down every bit of him.

After a few seconds, Hunter grunted as he pulled his softening cock out of me and rolled over to the side, giving me space. He carefully balanced his big body so he didn’t fall off the desk.

We were both panting and a mixture of twisted limbs, but I could have lain here until the end of time.

That was so much fun. I wanted to do this with him again. And again. And again.