48. That Was Epic!

MEGAN

I initiate a kiss that starts soft but grows into a passionate exchange between us that finds us in his bedroom. When he lifts me and places me on his massive bed, I look up at the skylight. It's been replaced, and it looks like nothing ever happened in this room. It distracts me from Hunter for a moment with its view of the full moon.

"Where are you right now?" Hunter asks.

"On the moon," I answered wistfully.

"And what are you doing on the moon when you're right here with me?"

"I bet it's quiet there."

"Probably."

"I bet no one could hear me there," I say, unzipping the size of my dress.

"Let me do that," he tells me in a deep, thick voice. "Let me do everything."

Within moments, my dress and bra are on the floor and Hunter begins to worship the skin right underneath one of my breasts. Feathering kisses. Whispering incomprehensible sweet words into my skin.

"Lay down," I tell him. I don't want to stare at the moon any longer.

Only him.

He shockingly obeys me, and I unfasten his designer belt and unzip his slacks, tugging them down his strong legs.

The bulge in his boxer briefs struggles to push through the fabric as I straddle him. He tries to push them down on his own before I get settled in, but I grab a hold of his wrists to stop him.

"No."

I start to grind my freshly bare pussy into his hard mound, dry-humping his stiff dick, as I chase a quick release. My orgasm comes quickly as I've been thinking about fucking Hunter since dessert.

"That was torture," he tells me through gritted teeth.

I smile as the power dynamic between us finally feels like it's shifted my way.

"I haven't done something like that since high school," he claims.

"You didn't like it?"

"I didn't say that. You looked like a goddess, riding me to orgasm. You looked fucking beautiful. But I can only imagine how that pretty face of yours would contort with my enormous cock inside of you as you ride me a second time."

My mouth waters at the thought.

"Rise up," he tells me.

He slides down his boxers and kicks them away. His dick is huge and angry and points straight in my direction as if it's calling me out for being a tease.

"Take it," he orders.

I'm still sensitive from my orgasm as I slowly slide myself down his huge length.

"That's it," he groans. "Take all of me. Damn, you're tight."

Once I'm stuffed to the hilt with him, he places his hands on my hips and orders me to fuck him. "Now ride me."

I start rotating my hips to adjust to Hunter's size, but he isn't going to make this easy as he juts up and rams himself further inside of me.

"Shit!" I scream.

He grabs both of my breasts in his hands and holds them tightly as he continues to work my pussy from the bottom.

"You're not moving enough, Megan."

"I can't! You're...you're–"

"I'm fucking you!" He roars.

Suddenly, he flips us over. I'm on the bottom, and he's on the top as he sinks his dick into me deeper and deeper.

"Hunter," I moan. "Dammit."

"It's good, isn't it?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Your sweet, juicy pussy is meant only for me. Look how wet it gets whenever I'm around. Open wider, Megan. I need more of you."

I spread my legs as far as they can go as he takes several more deep, punishing strokes. I'm screaming his name when he suddenly stops.

Then flips me over.

"Head down. Ass up. I want to see your pussy before I take it again."

I clench the sheets with my fists as he takes me from behind. From this position, it feels like he's grown another two inches as he pounds away at me. I damn near feel him in my throat.

"Oh my God!" I exclaim as my orgasm creeps up and threatens to strangle my throat.

After a few more strokes, Hunter slaps one of my ass cheeks, and that's all she wrote. My head spirals as I fall into the abyss. This orgasm feels damn near spiritual.

"Yesss!!!"

He emits a guttural groan as he comes to his release. Then we both fall over and spread out on his 800 thread count sheets, completely spent, with grins on our faces. He smooths back strands of my hair from my sweaty face as we lay on our sides, spooning each other.

"Are you still on the moon?" he asks after a few moments of silence between us, his thumb lightly brushing against one of my nipples.

"No, I don't think so."

"You don't think so?"

"I think I've found my quiet here, with you, at least for now."

He peppers soft kisses on the back of my neck.

"So stay a while."

His hand moves from my breast and down my body until he reaches between my legs. He languidly plays with my clit. He alternates between gently rubbing it and then squeezing it hard between his fingertips and continues doing so as I gasp in pleasure.

"Stay," he says again.

"Naomi will worry," I whisper in between gasps.

"You're only a few floors away."

"But I always come home."

"Not tonight." He squeezes my clit again.

I let out some sort of sound that's part pleasure, part plea.

"Okay," I submit. "I'll stay."

"Good girl."

He slides two of his thick fingers inside my pussy and carefully fucks me with them.

"That's it," he spurs me on as I push my hips forward, fucking his fingers back. "Come for me again."

I bite my lip and squeeze my eyelids shut as my pelvis and Hunter's hand duke it out for my next orgasm.

Then my cell phone rings.

"Ignore it," he tells me as my aching pussy begs to be satisfied. "Ignore it, and I'll let you come," he chuckles with self-satisfaction.

My phone rings a second time, and I get a foreboding feeling that I can't quite shake. People rarely call me back-to-back like this. Not even Naomi. She'd leave a hostile text. And even though the night has been magical and frighteningly normal between us, there's always trouble when it comes to me and this man. Why should tonight be any different?

"I think I need to take it," I exhale harshly, frustrated that someone is interrupting what was probably going to be another epic orgasm.

His fingers still.

"If you take that call, I'll make sure that you won't be able to walk during tomorrow night's shift."

"I've got to take it," I say, standing my ground. I don't recognize the number, but my gut tells me I should pick it up.

Hunter storms out of the bedroom and walks into his living room as I take the call. He's completely nude, and I get a glimpse of his tightly muscular butt as he walks away. He's a beautiful man, and I could stare at him all day. I wonder when he finds the time to work out.

I press the home button of my cell phone and regret it as soon as I say hello. When will I learn that my gut can rarely be trusted?

When Hunter returns to the bedroom, his entire expression softens once he sees mine, which looks queasy. I can tell that it disturbs him as he rushes to my side.

"What is it?" he asks cautiously. "Who was that?"

"It was a nobody."

"Which one?"

"My bitch of a sister. She's here."

***

Uh-oh, I can't wait to see what happens when Megan's sister comes to town. Want to know what happens next?

Hunter and Megan's story will continue in Submission , and girl, it's going to be a wild ride!

All He Fears Is Losing Her…

SUBMISSION, the latest installment in the pulse-racing series, self-made billionaire Hunter Middleton finds himself at war with unseen enemies who threaten to take away the only thing he's ever wanted—Megan. As dangerous forces close in, their forbidden age-gap romance intensifies, and Hunter is forced to confront the lengths he'll go to possess her, heart and soul. But can their love survive when the world is determined to tear them apart?

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