Hunte by Rie Warren Read Free Book Online

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    Propped up on an elbow, I asked, “You okay?”
    “Unless you fucked me to death.” Her lips spread in a smile.
    I ran my hand down the center of her spine—following the bold designs of her butterfly tats—then I swatted her lightly on the ass.
    She yelped, her eyes flashing open.
    “Still alive, I see.” I kissed the little frown off her mouth.
    JB tackled me to my back, her hair a gorgeous curtain surrounding us. Her kiss was longer, deeper, lingering.
    She drew back. “Remember you asked if I was hungry earlier?”
    “You are now?”
    She nodded.
    “For what?” I asked, hopeful because I could definitely rise to the occasion a few more times tonight, especially if she said she was hungry for my cock and wanted to give me head.
    “Food, you crazy fool.” She tapped my nose.
    I stretched my body beneath hers, slowly shifting my hips against her—yep, definitely on the rise again. “Sure about that?”
    “Food . . . first.”
    Well, that lit a fire under my ass. I nearly tossed her off me as I hustled out of bed. I pulled on my jeans, buttoning just enough to keep them on my hips.
    She watched my every move. “Eager.”
    “Understatement.”
    Her husky laugh did something wicked to me, sending hot shockwaves through my body.
    “So, what you want? Warmed-up pizza? I could order something in? Sandwiches and beer?” I ticked the items off on my fingers.
    “Sandwich and a beer sounds perfect.” She started to get out of bed. “I’ll help.”
    “Oh no you won’t. You’re not leaving my bed.”
    “Okay.” JB reclined, showing off her curvy, flushed, just-fucked body. Her nipples were dark and hard again. “Off you go now.”
    “Right.” I rubbed a hand across my mouth, backing to the door. “Right.”
    In the kitchen, I crashed around the cupboards and fridge, in a hurry to get back before she even had a chance to think about getting dressed. Sandwiches were one thing I could do blindfolded. Beer? I had that shit practically on tap.
    Returning upstairs, I found JB as I’d left her: spread out on my bed and mine for taking, once I fed her.
    She pulled the covers up over her amazing tits while she ate her sandwich and took sips of her beer. I ate both of my sandwiches in the time it took her to finish one. I slammed the beer almost as fast, too.
    The plates stacked on the bedside table, I gave her enough time to finish her drink before getting up to kick off my jeans. There was almost an entire pack of condoms waiting, and I didn’t want to waste another minute.
    Her gaze drifted to my rigid cock then back to my face. “You were hungrier than me.”
    “Big appetite. For everything.” Lifting the blankets at the end of the bed, I crawled beneath and settled between her legs to demonstrate just how greedy I was.
    Later, when I’d had my fill of her sleek cunt in my mouth, I spooned against her. I scooped her tits in my hands, and slowly fucked each hot, heavy inch of my cock into her.
    “Fuck, JB. You’ve got one hell of a body.”
    She gasped, rolling her hips against me. I took her deep and slow, my lips pressed to her neck or ear or shoulder. Her face entranced me when she came, lips parted, eyes closed, soft moans slipping out.
    “Oh fuck yes, Hunter. Unhhh . Keep going, keep . . .”
    Her intense orgasm conjured mine. I sucked in a last breath then let loose with a full-body ripple ending in a rush of heat blasting from my cockhead. The pulsing sensation drew me deeper into her, my hips jerking, my arms squeezing her against me.
    “Holy fuck,” she whispered.
    Turning her to me, I kissed her cheeks and her lowered eyelids. I placed my lips against the hard-beating pulse in her throat. “You’re still alive.”
    “ Mmm . You’re good.” She stretched from head to toe.
    “So are you.” And she felt damn good in my arms. I combed my fingers through her tumbling locks, easing out the snarls caused by our sex-fest.
    She rubbed her palm against my chest, teasing my nipples,