Page 198 of My Treasured Obsession

“What are you doing?” I watched him head towards the black leather sofa in the room. He rummaged through one of our overnight bags, pulling out a few things. My pulse nearly skippeda beat when I saw the familiar bottle of lube and another butt plug. “Oh.”

His reply was a salacious smile as he undressed deceptively slow to give me the opportunity to soak in his gobsmacking physique.

Without a doubt, Hunter was going to work me down to my bones. We were going to have another all-nighter.

And I couldn’t wait.

With his white dress shirt and black pants shed, he advanced towards me. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I observed his tan muscles bulge and ripple with every movement, taking in his cut torso, those powerful thighs, and that thick cock bobbing against his abs.

Tonight, I wasn’t just fucking the man I was in love with or my tender boyfriend.

I was fucking the star quarterback, who just won a national championship.

The way he devoured me with his eyes stated that he wanted his pound of flesh. The very prize that was promised to him.

Me.

His goddess of victory.

I licked my lips when he kneeled behind me, feeling smaller and vulnerable under his robust stature. I’d already done the necessary preparations before we left for the party because I knew this was coming. My anticipation continued to surmount when he uncapped the bottle of lube and spread my ass cheeks apart, pouring the substance right where I needed it.

“Steady,” he urged when he gently inserted the butt plug and I quivered underneath him with excitement. We’d been stretching my ass in slow increments with various girths. Therefore, my puckered hole gave way easily under the intrusion. I couldn’t wait to feel Hunter there. “Good girl.”

I breathed calmly through my nose at the full stretch, knowing this was just a preview, considering his cock was so much bigger. “I need you inside of me, Hunt.”

My boyfriend rained kisses over my tattooed spine and yanked my head back with five fingers in my hair. I arched under his hold. His mouth feathered over the shell of my ear. “You want me to fuck this virgin ass, doll?”

I closed my eyes on a moan when he shoved two digits into my pussy, fingering me unhurriedly. “Y-yes.”

“Beg me, Gabriela. Let me hear how much my filthy little plaything wants me to claim all of her.”

That sexy, guttural tone wrapped around my clit and squeezed. My arousal trickled down to my inner thighs and I chased his thrusting fingers with eager hips, crying out when he hit my spot. “Please, please, please. Fuck me, Hunter—”

The rest of my sentence got lost in a squeal when Hunter unexpectedly flipped us over so he was lying on the furs and I fell astride on his lap. I gasped at the swift motion. “Oh, God.”

“Your favourite one.” Hunter gripped my hips and smirked devilishly. “Now ride me, sweetheart. Get me nice and wet for your ass.”

Fuck, I loved when he got bossy and demanding. It never failed to make me hot.

His dick was nestled between the juncture of my thighs, my slick pussy coating the underside of it. A pearly drop of cum seeped out and I rubbed it into the plump head before lifting up enough to lodge his tip in my entrance.

“Go slow,” he commanded, licking his bottom lip. “I want to watch your cunt split open over my cock.”

Such a nasty fucker. I loved him to pieces.

We didn’t assume this position often, but Hunter really enjoyed seeing me on top, wiggling and moaning as I took his long dick to the hilt before riding him like a cowgirl.

“Anything you want, pretty boy.” I breathed and lowered myself onto him, loving the incredible feel of him filling me. Hunter cursed under his breath and eyed the space where we were joined, my pussy enveloping his length one inch at a time.

The sensation of him entering me was amplified with the toy in my ass.

I threw my head back on a whimper when he finally bottomed inside of me. Hunter responded with his own deep, masculine moan.

“You okay?” he asked, voice strained. He needed me to move, but I just needed a moment to savour us like so. I closed my eyes on a moan and put my palms on his chest for leverage, nodding.

His calloused hand snaked up between my breasts and wrapped around my throat. “Words, Gabby.”

The clenching of his fingers grounded me. The snake tattoo on his arm appeared like it serpentined to life against the glow of the firelight. “I-I’m okay. You feel so good inside of me. You always do.”