Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(15)

“Shhh,” he whispered, holding her in his arms like she was made of glass. Their naked flesh, where it touched, sent flames of sexual desire pulsing through her. God, I want him, all of him.

Zo? tenderly caressed a hand to his cheek, enjoying the stubble she found there. “I need you, Hunter,” she murmured dreamily.

He glanced down, his vibrant blue gaze searching hers. A look of intense emotion and humanity briefly surfaced in his eyes, before vanishing as quickly as it came. She had the distinct feeling her words meant a lot to him. His answer surprised her. “Maybe I need you, too, Peaches.” He shouldered open his bedroom door and carried her inside. She knew it would take a lot for him to open up to her. Just what the f*ck had happened to this guy in the Marines? Zo? wouldn’t push him for now. She felt sure he’d tell her when the time was right.

Feeling genuinely wanted, she wrapped her arms around Hunter’s neck and showered kisses upon his face. She felt like they were two lost souls, finally finding each other after fourteen years apart.

After his demonstration of complete power in the playroom, he was surprisingly gentle as he laid her carefully on the bed. His eyes were soft and mellow as he looked at her. “The playroom is where correction takes place. The bedroom is where we get to enjoy one another.”

Maintaining eye contact, he slowly slid the tight leather jeans past his strong muscular thighs. The breath caught in her throat as she saw his erect penis for the very first time. It was huge and twitched expectantly, its proud purple crown weeping his arousal. It stood achingly erect against his toned, washboard stomach. Her * moistened at the thought of him deep inside her, and she couldn’t stop herself from blurting out the words, “Jesus Christ, Hunter.”

A delicious, devil-may-care grin spread on his face, as he slowly pumped his magnificent shaft. “That’s right, it’s all for you. I shall enjoy filling you with this.” He pulled open a bedside drawer, and rummaged around inside. “What about protection?”

Zo? held out her arms, beckoning him. “No, I’m good, Hunter. Please hurry.”

His athletic frame, complemented by the subdued lighting, appeared perfect to her. His muscles bunched and flexed as he lay on the bed. Strong shoulders gave way to a broad chest, which petered down to a sexy washboard stomach, and slim hips. It was obvious that Hunter took care of his body.

His pierced nipples glinted tantalizingly as he leaned across, and kissed her lips. He then lay on his back, his huge prick saluting the air. “Ride me, Peaches.” He idly masturbated his shaft as he waited for her.

Her mouth watered. This was going to be extremely satisfying. She sat astride him, letting her thighs spread wide as he guided his throbbing dick to her *. After placing her hands against his powerful shoulders for support, she slowly, oh so slowly, took him inside. God, f*cking hell. Her head tipped back and her lips parted in amazement. His cock was big, real big. It felt enormous, stretching her vaginal muscles almost to the point of pain. Zo? bit down on her bottom lip as she tried to accommodate his sheer size.

Hunter’s face held a picture of concentration, too. A whimper left her lips as she slid down the final inch of his thick prick. She automatically arched in response, throwing back her head with satisfaction. “God, Hunter. You’ve sure filled out over the years.”


“Yeah, some things improve with age.”

Hunter possessively took control of her hips, pulling her further down his length, asserting his authority over her. She met his upward thrusts with downward pressure of her own, sliding her tight, wet * over his thick, engorged shaft, time after time.

Her full breasts thrust forward, the nipples rock hard and achingly taut. She loved the way her tits stood to attention when she was sexually charged. It made her feel like a real sexual woman with thoughts and feelings of her own. Something Les Belles had gradually whittled away over the years.

Hunter lifted his head from the pillow and swirled his tongue over her hardened areola, nibbling and then biting her engorged peaks. Seeing her man in such an aroused state caused her to buck and writhe even more, as she rode her stallion, for all she was worth.

“Yes, yes, f*ck me, Hunter.”

“That’s it, Peaches. You let it all out, girl.”

Her breathing was heavy, and perspiration glistened between her breasts. The occasional rivulet would slowly trickle down to her stomach. She watched in awe as his prick, now coated with her feminine juices, slid effortlessly in and out of her.

Zo? knew Hunter was close to orgasm when he moved his hands from her hips, and tightly squeezed the globes of her ass. She found it a pleasant experience when he gently touched a finger to her puckered hole. “I like that, Hunter.”

Her words seemed to stimulate him, making him thrust harder and faster, and invade her ass even more.

“Better, Peaches?”

“Oh, yeah. You bet,” she hissed.

Upping the ante, he pressed two fingers deep inside her butt, as he continued to f*ck her. “Better still?”

She threw her head back, her eyes barely open. “You know it is, you bastard.”

Zo?’s whole world started to shatter around her. White light pulsed behind her eyes, and her * clamped around his cock. Her ass held his fingers in a viselike grip.

“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter,” she shouted his name in ecstasy, and scored her fingernails down his chest, as she finally let go completely. Before her first climax had abated, another, then another smashed through, over and over again, until the last breath had left her lungs.