Page 146 of My Treasured Obsession

“Breathe,” he demanded and his thumb pried my bottom lip from where my teeth held it captive. “I’ll go slow in the beginning until you get used to me. All right, sweetheart?”

He stroked my chin, waiting for my reply. I was riveted by the size of his massive dick, finally registering that I was going to haveallof that inside of me. Swallowing, I asked something that I should have long ago, “W-what if we don’t fit?”

“We will.” Hunter pressed a hand above my mound to hold me in place and worked the first inch in. He groaned. I whimpered, tugging at the restraints. But I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted to stay here, pinned under his muscular weight and impaled by his thickness. “You’re so wet—so ready for me. Look…” He shoved a pillow underneath my hips, lifting them so I could watch exactly where we were joined, and slid a second inch. “See how perfect we are together? You were made for me. Same as I was made for you.”

“Hunter.” I emitted a moan as my pussy stretched to accommodate his third inch, the sight of his cock sliding into me marvellous. He was right. We were perfect for one another. I was panting, sweating. He wasn’t even halfway in and my entire skin felt electrified, like I would combust in less than a handful of touches. “Ohhh.”

“I know, baby,” he replied softly, gripping my waist and giving me a fourth inch. “Feels so good, hm?” A whine tore from my throat at the fifth inch. “You’re doing amazing.” Sixth inch. “Letting me fuck my tight pussy.” Seventh inch. “Such a well-behaved slut.” His fingers slid into my mouth, muting my whimpers. “Completely bound and gagged.” Finally, the eighth inch that allowed him to bottom inside of me. “And now full of your man’s cock.” He closed his eyes on a deep moan, fully undone. “Fuck, I knew you’d fit me like a glove. You’re beautiful like this. So. Goddamn. Beautiful. Gabriela.”

My hands pulled at the silk ties, my pussy squeezing him like I never wanted to let go. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing inside of me and I released a muffled noise of pure need.

We fit undeniably well. Two missing pieces finally slotted into a puzzle, rendering theobjet d’artcomplete.

He was thick and long enough to make me squirm. Thick and long enough that my fingers dug half crescents into my palms. Thick and long enough that I was stretched and filled tothe brim, aching with the rapacious need for him to justthrust, thrust, thrustinto me until the only thing keeping us sane was the rhythm of our dirty fuck.

Hunter trembled above me as if holding back from thrusting was physically hurting him, but he didn’t move. He was being patient for me and savouring this rare first time.

There was nothing quite as exquisite as us, like this.

He withdrew his fingers from my mouth and replaced them with his gentle kiss.

“Gabriela,” my beloved, the handsomest in the world, whispered softly against my mouth. Black hair tousled. Chiselled jaw clenched. Tattooed skin glimmering with sweat. Nipple piercing gleaming under the candlelight. Blue eyes reminiscent of stormy seas fastening me under their depths. He was wondrous. I sucked in a deep inhale when his hand rose to cup my cheek, thumb caressing my high point delicately. “Are you okay?”

Now that I’d grown accustomed to his size, I sighed a “Yes.”

Hunter slammed his mouth onto mine. We alternated between kissing passionately and breathing in each other, while his wet fingers voyaged towards my swollen clit and played with it. “You like the feel of me inside of you, baby?”

I moaned. “I-I love it, Hunt.”

A gratified sound rumbled in his chest. “Nothing compares to the feel of being inside of you. You’re so warm, slippery, tight. I’m addicted to you and we’ve barely gotten started,” he said raggedly, kissing theRtattoo behind my ear. My heart pounded faster at his confession. “I’ll need this every day till I die. I’ll go insane without it—without you.”

“Me too.” I’d lose my mind without him. I was thoroughly ensnared in his web. Hunter clutched the undersides of my tits and licked and sucked my nipples. “P-please move. I want to feel you.”

“Call me your love again.”

Something foreign moved inside my heart at his request. “Please, my love. I need you.”

“I need you too, my love.” He churned his cock deep inside of me, the deep groan that ignited from his throat melding with my soft moan. “All the damn time.”

God, this man.

What was he doing to me?

I’d never stood a chance against him and all his affection. He’d successfully broken down my barriers and every attempt to keep things platonic. I felt myself falling for him with every passing day…but now it was evidently clear that I was already halfway in love with him. And I embraced the emotion with open arms.

If there was anyone worth loving in this lifetime, it was Hunter.

“I’m going to move now.” Hunter gripped my hips. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, unable to string together a sentence.

For a moment, Hunter simply rocked in and out of me. Pulling out till just the tip kissed my entrance before pushing back until he was seated to the hilt. I couldn’t stop staring at his glistening, fat cock pushing into my small pussy. It was incredibly sexy.

The outside world melted and curled away like a parchment lit on fire. Leaving just us in the moonlight with the glorious sensation of Hunter’s slow and deep thrusts, chipping away the remaining vines that kept my heart shielded from the very feelings he wrought within me.

Everything he was doing to me wasn’t enough. If anything, I wanted… “More, Hunt.”

He threw my legs over his broad shoulders and somehow went even deeper.