14. Hunter

Chapter 14

Hunter

Cara’s voice is clear and steady and so fucking sexy. I want you inside me, Hunter.

I thought she needed me to back off. I thought if I turned out the lights, she would fall asleep in my arms.

I shouldn’t underestimate Cara like that.

Now she’s used the cover of darkness to skillfully pull me right to the brink. The combination of her eager, inexperienced stroking of my cock and her confident, bold line of of questions and statements has my balls heavy and my shaft throbbing.

She wants me inside her?

All I can picture now is rolling her beneath me and working my fat, bare cock into her unprotected pussy. The sounds she would make. The heavenly warmth of her body making room for me.

I trace the edge of her cotton panties. Her belly quivers against my touch. Right in the middle of her waistband, there’s a small satin bow.

My Christmas present. My naughty secret, at least for tonight. In the morning, I’ll claim her under the mistletoe for everyone to see.

Danes are always dramatic, and it’s my fucking turn after all these years.

I work my fingers in under the elastic, continuing the back-and-forth stroking. Soft, soft belly. And then the rise of her mound, and soft springy curls. Fucking sexy.

In the dark, I find her mouth with mine, stealing a kiss as I push my hand the rest of the way into her panties and cup her sweet little slit with my big hand.

God, she feels good. Warm and soft, with puffy lips that take the weight of my middle of finger, and when I squeeze her possessively, her legs fall wider and those soft lips part perfectly around my finger, giving me access to a slick, hot core.

I trace the shape of her, listening to how her breath catches.Since it’s dark and I can’t see her clearly, I need to use all my other senses to learn what she likes.

And she likes my fingers. Her slick virgin folds soften and bloom against my touch, a dangerous invitation my primal instinct recognizes with shocking aggression.

I need to bury myself in her.

Need to take.

Need to claim.

Mine.

A low, deep growl rumbles out of me and I climb on top of her, her legs falling open for me.

Immediately, she rocks her hips up, grinding against my cock through the thin layers of cotton separating us.

And the primal need intensifies.

I cradle her in my arms, burying my face in her neck. My breath stutters out, hot and ragged against her shoulder. “Jesus, Cara, you feel good.”

“I know,” she gasps. “I mean, you too.”

“Fuck, I was going to…”

She throws her head back. “Don’t stop.”

“Need you to be ready. Need to kiss your sweet little pussy and make you soft for Daddy.”

“Next time. Hunter, I’m close.”

“Can you come like this? Oh sweetheart, that’s so good. Yes, work yourself against me. You’re going to make me come, too.”

She gasps. “Like this?”

“Fuck yeah. Milk my seed, baby. God, I want to pump it into you so damn bad.”

That makes her moan.

“Love your fucking sounds. You make me crazy.”

“Oh God, same. Hunter, I need you.”

“You’ll have me. Over and over again. I’m keeping you in this bed for the next week.” My head is spinning, electric sparks racing up my spine. My balls have pulled up tight, right on the edge. I need her to come first, though. “Is this good for you? Do you like the feel of my dad cock riding you hard? Not even inside your virgin pussy yet, and you’re gonna make me come.”

Her breath hitches, panting faster, and her head rolls back and forth, restless beneath the heavy weight of my body now.

I let loose every bit of the unhinged fantasy I have for keeping her under me. “I want to pump you so full of my seed. Over and over again. I want to breed you.”

She gasps and I cover her mouth just before she screams. She slams her lips shut, swallowing the reaction as her hips snap up and freeze, pressing her clit against me.

With a roar, I thrust against her one more time and spill my release for her, on top of her, but not yet inside her.

She’s shaking as I come down from that startling high. I ease up, shifting my weight to my arms and my knees, and I kiss her quivering mouth.

“I was too loud,” she whispers.

“You’re perfect,” I promise. “Nothing has ever sounded sweeter to me.”

All of it. Starting with her intentional dropping of the fact that she’s not on birth control. My lush, fertile breeding girl. Ripe for Daddy’s seed.

Now that I’ve nutted out that primal aggression, though, I know that I won’t be taking her virginity tonight.

I wouldn’t be the safety-minded dad she’s been attracted to if I didn’t insist on a sober second thought on that delicious idea in the morning.

But I’m also not an idiot. Just because I’ve had my release, doesn’t mean this horny little nineteen-year-old is done for the night. If I’m going to get her to sleep at all, I’m going to need to—get to—take care of her in other ways.

“You know what time it is?”

She glances around, but I don’t have a visible alarm clock in my room. One of the perks of having my kid finally out of the house, and working on my own schedule—I can sleep in until I’m ready to wake up.

With a jolt, I realize that those days are numbered one way or another.

“I didn’t mean literally,” I add with a chuckle, moving past the question. “I meant, it’s time for me to unwrap the last part of my present.”

She sucks in a breath that could be either excited or nervous. Maybe both. “Oh.”

I shift down her body and circle that little bow on the front of her panties with my fingertip before I efficiently peel them down her thighs, finally baring my sweet girl.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked,” she says quietly.

“I’m a mess.”

She wiggles her legs back and forth. “So am I.”

“The, uh, volume of mess is different.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll clean up when I’m done with you.”

“There’s more?”

I shoulder my way between her thighs. “Are you tired yet? Ready for bed?”

“No,” she admits.

“Then yes, there’s more.” I take a long, deep inhale of her sexy scent. It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with another person, but I still know this is different. She smells right . She smells like mine.

“Are you sensitive?” I ask as I nose along her slick curls. She is a little messy. I love it.

“A little.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Not too careful,” she says, shifting her legs again. An echo of our first conversation about kissing.

I knew then that she wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever met. That she was a bold, fearless woman who knows how to ask for what she wants. I thought it was dangerous.

It’s not dangerous at all. It’s fucking beautiful.

So I brush my thumbs up her tender pussy lips and ease her cunt open for my kisses. “Not too careful,” I promise. “I’ll give you the deep kisses you want, sweetness. I promise.”

She jerks at the first slide of my tongue up the middle of her pussy, then moans when I do it again.

I grin. Good. She likes me eating her sweet pussy. That makes two of us.

And she makes the best fucking sounds as I dig in and make a meal of her. Delicious little virgin cunt. Tastes fresh. Sounds ready.

I don’t wait long before giving her a finger, too, circling her entrance until she trembles, then pushing in to feel the tight squeeze of her pussy from the inside. The way she breathes Yes, Daddy, when I add a second finger is the stuff of legends.

Her clit is the most sensitive part, and every time I lick around it, she shakes and pushes on my head. Too much, too soon.

I don’t care. I’ll settle in for a slow French kiss with her pussy, if that’s what she wants. But as I start to fuck her with my fingers, her grip on my hair shifts, and instead of pushing, she starts pulling.

Up, up.

My breath wafts over her clit and she says the magic word.

“Please, Daddy.”

“You want me to suck your little clit? Not too sensitive now?”

“I need it,” she whines.

Generous, giving Cara, finally hitting her selfish gimme point.

Good.

Chest puffing with pride, I give her exactly what she needs.

I close my mouth around her taut clit and I pull her to the heavens. Her thighs tighten up around my head, her hips jerking hard, slapping me in the face.

Making Cara come is a wild fucking ride.

I suck hard, licking and swirling as she goes off, as I feel her body spasm and then give give give.

I keep licking because I’m addicted now.

Panting, pushing, her thighs fall away, off my shoulders, uncovering my ears. “Oh God oh God oh God you monster,” she cries out. “Stop kissing me right now!”

Twisting my head, I laugh into her inner thigh. “I stopped.”

“That was too good.”

Pleased as punch, I roll onto my back. She’s all over my face. I can die a happy man now. “How is something too good?”

“It just is.” She crawls down the bed and curls up beside me, pulling my hand to her bare breast. To her heart, I realize, as the rapid thud meets my fingertips. “You could give me a heart attack doing that, you know.”

“Doubtful. But I do think we should play doctor just as soon as I can kick people out of here tomorrow. I’ll give you a thorough check-up before giving you the all clear for another date with my face.” My eyes drift shut. I can’t fall asleep. I need to wash up. I need to get her some water. I need…

Cara kisses my bare chest and tugs at the hair there. “Do you have a private bathroom?”

I blink my eyes open again.

I need to run my girl a shower. “Yep. Let’s go.”