Page 148 of My Treasured Obsession

“Gabriela.” He snarled against my mouth. “Come for me.”

It only took another half dozen thrusts before I came with a shout, my orgasm rushing out of me. “Hunt!”

He went wild, somehow managing to fuck me harder, deeper, faster, prolonging my release until I fell limp underneath him, all my senses overwhelmed, murmuring pleas.

“We’re far from done, doll.” Without pulling out of me, my pretty boy undid the silk ties and picked up my slack, tired body. He seated me upright in his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. My arousal pooled between us and seeped over my inner thighs. Dazed and still coming down from my high, I squared my arms around his neck and kissed him lazily, running my fingers through his sweat-slicked hair.

Hunter started ramming into my pussy from below with teeth-chattering upstrokes.

“Hunter,” I screamed, throwing my head back. Loving the feel of him in this position. “S-so deep.”

His dark laugh curled around my bones like smoke. “And you’re taking it.”Thrust. “Every inch.”Thrust. “We both know you love that I’m this big and this deep inside of you.” I cried out in euphoria, scratching at his back to hold myself steady as he pounded away. “So show me what a good little slut you are, Gabriela, and let me fuckmylittle pussy.”Thrust. “Let me own you the way you need, baby.”

His dirty talk—tailored to my perfect liking—and fueled me on. I bounced on his cock and held on to him tighter, shaking in his embrace. The crying moans tumbling out of my mouth only made Hunter hungrier for me.

“Good girl,” he growled and slapped my ass, the sting giving leeway to a delicious burn I basked in. His finger trailed into my arousal and scurried to my back hole. My eyes widened. He dipped his finger the slightest bit. Enough to drive me wilder. Enough to make me aware of what he wanted soon. “Can’t waitto fuck this peach of an ass, sweetheart. You’ll let me, won’t you? ’Cause you’re mine to touch, fuck, and love, hm?”

“I am.” I cupped his face and met him thrust for thrust, the bed quaking under our lust. “Amore, come inside of me.”

His deep moan wrapped around my core and clenched. “Filthy little plaything. Want my cum in that gorgeous pink pussy?”

“Y-yes.” I rode him harder and faster. “Fill me up.”

My demand washed over Hunter like a magic spell, transforming his already hard fucking to downright ruthless, frantic, and driven purely by his undeniable yearning for me. “Fuck,” he groaned, shoving his cock into me until the only thing keeping me alive was his vicious thrusts. I exchanged breaths and open-mouthed kisses with him, our lips clashing the same way our bodies did. “You’re everything to me, Gabriela.”

Oh, Hunter. I’d do anything for you. Give you my heart, my soul, my everything, should it bring you even the smallest amount of happiness.

“You’re everything to me too, Hunter,” I tried to say, but my statement may have gotten lost in the passion-filled cocoon surrounding us, every ounce of my focus pulled towards the way he was making me feel—mind-addled and like the only girl in the world.

We stared at each another, caught in a trance. This was making love. A rougher version of it. But ours regardless. And based on the glint in Hunter’s eyes, I could tell he’d never done this before either.

This was a piece of us that no one else had ever deserved, except for one another. It was humbling to share it with someone who understood me so profoundly and perhaps even in ways that I myself may not know yet.

Hunter peeked at my inner workings and put every layer of me on a pedestal so I could shine like the brightest north star in his sky.

It wasn’t long before he made me come again.

Screaming, I nearly passed out as pleasure tackled my already sensitive flesh.

Hunter switched positions, tossing me around onto my front, then coming behind me again. His muscular, inked forearm curved around my waist and hiked me up till I was raised on my knees, ass up and face down. He grabbed his forgotten leather belt with his other hand and skimmed the flat of it against my skin tauntingly.

I clawed at the sheets when his wet tip glided through my swollen pussy and rubbed teasingly against my clit. “Hunter—Ahh.”

He slapped my ass with the belt. “How many times?”

I couldn’t even see straight, let alone understand what he was asking. “W-what?”

“How.”Slap. “Many times.”Slap. “Did I.”Slap. “Make you come?”

Though mathematics was my forte, I struggled to recall anything right now—including my name. “I…”

“Four.” He looped the belt around my neck and used it like a rein, raising my head enough for me to see our reflection in the dresser’s mirror before us. “And I’m going to make you come a few more times, baby. Now keep your eyes on me while I fill your bratty little pussy with my cum.”

Hunter thrust back into me, bottoming in a smooth stroke.

I moaned, keeping my eyes trained on our reflection. “Oh, God.”

“That’s right, little doll.” He tugged on the leash. “Pray to me.”