CHAPTER 3: "I NEED TO BE ENTIRELY INSIDE YOU"

Amber

The pain. 

It was the stab of a million needles all over my body. 

If he wasn’t holding me, his massive build wrapping like a blanket, I thought a bomb had gone off inside me, and I was blown up to pieces. Every tear, every rip, I felt them vividly in my flesh.

And I was scared stiff. 

The slightest move would kill me. Instantly.  

“Fuck, Am,” the smooth tenor cursed, his voice as tight as every fibre of my muscles, “relax a little….I can’t move….” 

No, don’t, please! My mind screamed.

But his grunting grew edgy, “Am, you’re squeezing too hard—,” then he shifted for better comfort—.

And, it felt like a knife ran through me. 

At the same time, a grunt of pleasure mixed with pain vibrated from his throat. 

“Damn it, Am! Won’t you just rela—!” 

His face came above mine. As soon as it did, his words and anger came to a screeching stop. That annoyed knit in his brows immediately arched in surprise. 

And then, the most miraculous thing happened: his gaze softened. 

I was staring at the old Hunter again; the one who laughed when I fell off a bike, yanked me into the pool just to get me started on swimming lessons, pushed me to the ground just to teach me how to fight those big girls and boys at school. 

Memories poured in and swarmed up. 

I realised I had been sobbing and sobbed harder. 

“Ah, hell….” He cursed again. 

But I felt caressed. 

And then he kissed the wetness on my cheek. “Why do you look so pale? Are you cold?”

A stupid question really because I’m dying in pain here. 

But it felt like a hug. Hunter’s hug. And the worry in his voice started the flutters once more. 

I shook my head to reassure him. “Just, don’t move. Please….” 

He swallowed hard, the tight creases in his forehead telling me that it’s impossible, but then he whispered, “Alright,” and then his face lowered. 

Warm, firm lips snuggled onto mine, sucking gently. His kisses were slower—explorative, testing—as though giving me the time I needed. 

But once I mimicked him, sucking his lips back with the same finesse, he started tensing up once more. 

It was then I felt his cock, inside me, growing and pulsating. 

I jerked back, tearing my lips away, eyes bewildered and panted anxiously. 

“H–Hunter, you’re inside—!” 

“Yes,” he didn’t let me finish and captured my mouth again. 

And I felt him sliding in very, very slowly, widening my insides. 

“Mmm!” I snatched back my lips and cried out to get his attention, “Hunter!” 

He finally looked at me, his breathing annoyed. “Yes, I’m inside you.” He kissed my chin and inhaled the scent there. “But only half of it,” he growled, his breath hot and unsteady in my ear, “I need to be entirely inside you. So bear with it.” 

And his face was back hovering above mine. 

“Open your mouth, Am,” he ordered. 

And before I could react, his lips were back on mine, grazing and sucking. Then, his tongue slipped in, and I would’ve broken the kiss again if his arms hadn’t locked my head in place. 

I squeezed my eyes to ignore the weird sensations swimming through my body like tadpoles. 

His tongue was thick and warm, and slippery, sliding around mine in masterful strokes that felt like a sweet caress inside my mouth, and very soon, I was addicted. 

I hugged his neck to push him closer, and his lips curled up before he hoisted himself to sink in deeper—tongue and cock. 

A sudden nice sensation shot up my spine and poured from my lips. 

“Mmph,” I moaned into his mouth. 

Our lips tore with a loud smack when he pulled back. “Are you alright?” he asked, his breathing laboured. 

I nodded, too stimulated to make out a word. 

And then, I felt his cock pushing in some more. “How’s this?” He grunted, his forehead creasing even more, beading with perspiration. “Does it feel good?” 

I was widening up nicely and warmly. 

“Yes!” I panted, my brows worried. “You?” 

“Fucking good,” he groaned, his upper body in a push-up stance, leaning forward to use his weight drove him deeper into me, “you’re so warm and soft inside, Am… so fucking nice….” 

Then, abruptly, he drew back. 

A new—even stronger—rush of blazing goodness spread through my body.

I gasped in renewed surprise, my eyes so wide, I felt them almost popping from their sockets. “Hunter!” 

He groaned in his own pleasure. “You like that?” 

“Yes!” Another hot wave squeezed my eyes—-he was drilling in again—and I clutched hard on his shoulders. “H–Hunter…oh god!” 

“Give it a second,” his voice was strained with focus, “it’ll go in—all of it.” 

The hot pleasure amplified. Even my skin was on fire, tingling with delight. My body was adapting swiftly to his sheer length and size, as though it wanted to swallow him whole. 

“Fuck,” he groaned loudly, “this feels so damn good. You’re so fucking tight—.” 

“Did I get everything?” I panted, my voice high with euphoria. 

“Yes,” there was a smile of pride in his voice, “yes, baby. I’m completely in now. Do you feel it?” 

I didn’t get to answer him or celebrate the fact that he’d just called me ‘baby’ because he swooped down for another molten kiss, and I was quickly absorbed in the passionate sucking and stroking of his tongue. 

Then, he began moving. 

Cautiously at first. Long, savouring strokes. As though he was imprinting the shape of his cock into my walls. 

Inside me, indescribable glorious sensations rose and crashed like tidal waves with every push and pull. And just when I was gasping for more, the timing between push and pull shortened. 

He was drawing back slightly, only to thrust in hard and strong. 

“Oh god!” I sobbed, my nails clutching his muscles tightly. “Oh fuck!” 

I was hit by thick pleasure, over and over…my breathing grew erratic, my heart was pounding crazy in my ears… 

And then, something as sheer as his cock gripped me intensely and tipped me over the edge. 

I tightened up—squeezing him—and broke like a water balloon. 

“Hunter!” I screamed into his shoulder. 

It was scary. I couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t hear or feel anything. 

And then, as sudden as it came, it vanished. 

Traces of it were left as tremors under my skin. The scent of sex rushed in, filling my lungs, and the sounds of my heavy gasping and moaning returned. 

His voice re-entered. “Breathe… deep breaths….” 

I swallowed and saw him. 

He was looking down at me, his brows worried, and I reached out to brush them. 

“I’m fine,” I panted, a huge smile on my lips.

And he grinned proudly. “Good.” He lifted slightly to push my thighs deeper into the sheets and sank in another inch because I just opened up a little more. 

“Hunter?” I exhaled, the excitement rushing in again. 

“Yes, baby, I’m here. And we’re not done yet.” He pinned my knees to each side of my breasts. “Far from it.” His golden eyes grew heavy with desire. “Ready?” 

*****

The air in the room felt hot and damp—thick with the scent of my orgasm and his sex sweat, and the sounds of fierce skin slapping and even fiercer moans. 

He was pounding me hard, borrowing the wetness of my pussy and the weight of his muscles to keep the pace up, making sure each blow was heavy and dense.

The sex connoisseur was right: wet is better. 

Much, much better.  

Every slide magnifies the heat between our grazing skins and our senses amplified. The throb of a vein, a flinch of a muscle, a skip of breath—I felt it all. 

And I wonder if it was the same for him. 

“Hunter,” I gasped in between my moaning, “do you like my pussy now?” 

He chuckled into my hair as he continued grunting, every breath laboured with pleasure. 

And then, his scorching lips were below my jaw. 

“I love it,” he sucked my pulse in my skin there, tugging a squeal of delight from my gasping throat, then licked it, “your skin is sweet too…why…?” 

My arm around his shoulder squeezed harder. “Is it the best?” My voice was thin and airy, my body was brimming yet again. 

He paused to sweep my thighs over his shoulders, and his body pressed down on me, sinking him even deeper.

And a greater bliss arched my breasts into his barreled chest, brushing my hard nipples with his chest hair, and the bliss electrified my nerves. 

“How long is your cock?” I cried, not even sure what I was saying anymore. “You’re so deep—too deep, Hunter!” 

“You like it deep,” he panted, “see how hard you twitch when I go deeper.” 

He plunged in to make a point, and my walls clenched around him. 

“Hunter…,” I squealed, “I think I’m coming again.” 

And all 180 pounds of him settled on me. He relied solely on gravity and the spring of the mattress to continue his pounding. 

The bed creaked fiercely. My face was caged between my calves so he was the only thing in my view, and I, the only focus of his attention. 

“Don’t look away,” he ordered.  

“Please….” I whimpered. “Hunter….” 

“Look at me when you come!” He demanded.  

And so I bit my lip to keep my eyes open. 

I wanted to please him so much, I would do anything. 

He slammed in. “You look so fucking sexy right now, Am.” He drew back slightly and rammed in. “You have no idea—ah, fuck—,” he grunted intensely, his breathing hastened with his thrusting. 

“I love you, Hunter,” I inhaled sharply, my voice tightening. 

At my words, the golden in his eyes darkened with fury. “Say it again.”

“I love you!” I cried in scalding tears. 

“AGAIN.” 

His pounding grew rapid, not missing in strength. 

And I was hitting my climax. A shrill of “I love you” tore from my throat.  

He covered me entirely, hugging me so tightly that nothing could come between us, and plunged in his strongest—. 

I came—in hard convulsions, squeezing him even harder. 

Then, more guttural groans of satisfaction exploded from his throat.

“FUCK, AMBER… FUCK, FUCK—!” 

He slammed in a few more times before finding his own release, roaring my name in every spurt of his ejaculation until he was gasping hotly in my soiled hair. 

When his face appeared above me again, he was chuckling in disbelief, his hands and fingers working harmoniously to clear my face of any sticking strands and sweat. 

And I combed his damp fringe over his forehead, cupping his face to wipe the sweat of his burning cheeks. 

“Hunter,” I huffed, “does this mean you’re satisfied?” 

He kissed my brows. “Are you?” 

I smiled, my eyelids feeling heavy. “Yes….thoroughly.” 

And he laughed, slipping his cock out of me. 

Then, the sound of rubber slapping snapped my eyes open, and he was standing by the bed, his broad back heaving, his muscles moving like he was exercising. 

“What are you doing?” I exhaled, still lightheaded from all the sex we just did. 

“Getting rid of evidence,” he muttered. 

I was dozing off when his arms came between the sheets and my naked back. Then, I was lifted like a bride in his arms. 

“Hunter! What are you doing!” 

“We need to wash up,” he replied.

That mechanical tone slammed reality right back into my head: it was only the first for me. Not him. And I felt like a noob all over again.  

Minutes later, we were in the tub, washing out ‘the evidence’. 

I was sore all over but very much awake. And I couldn’t help but feel irritated by the purpose of this bath. 

“Now, what’s gotten you upset again,” chimed his silky tenor.

He was behind me, lounging against the tub, while I was sitting between his legs, hugging my knees—and pouting. 

No point telling him the truth. It’ll just piss him off and ruin the mood. 

And I don’t want this to end so soon. 

So I leaned back, resting on him, and forced a chuckle. “That sex ended so soon.” 

His chest chuckled. “You like my cock that much, huh?” 

It was hard again, against my butt. 

And I flushed even harder. 

“Yes, I do.” I took his right hand perching on the side of the tub and pressed my palm onto his. “I love everything about you. As long as it’s you, Hunter, I love it.” 

A shiver ran through me—his lips were on my nape, branding my skin as fiercely as his arousal. 

“You’re making it hard for me to stay away,” he growled. 

His fingers nudged my chin over for my mouth to meet his.

And I let him devour me all over again.