ログインHunterI turned away from the closed door, and a honey laughter burst from inside the Cake Tasting VIP Room. That sound. I had almost forgotten. When was the last time I heard it? Ah. Six years ago. At the penthouse. Our secret meeting place. We were talking about invitation cards and who to invite to our wedding—if we were to ever get married. Even talking about it made her extremely happy, clutching me tighter as I filled her up fully, gasping and chanting the greeting on the cards… .And then the next day—. “Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes to shut out the pain. But then my phone shook mercilessly. I took a deep inhale to loosen up a little so I could focus on the incoming text. A receipt. Five million dollars worth of cakes from this hyped place. The recipient? All the orphanages and schools, as well the shelters for the homeless and low-income class, across the country.The order? By Luna Amber Mills. Instantly, I understood. I waited till my meeting with the cougar ended and
AmberI came in hard spasms of rapture, my mind moaning for that name I could never utter from my lips, my cum squishing between my fingers that kept drilling for that final jackpot—.And I bit my lip in another wave of delightful shudder. Only then, my hand removed itself. “No other cock can take you this deep… ,”echoed that silky voice amidst the tight, strainful grunting of intense pleasure. I closed my eyes, a smile on my lips as more of that cake sex swarmed back into my mind like it was yesterday… .The fork went smoothly down the velvet cake—or what was left of it—and anticipation literally glittered my eyes. It lifted a piece over and I opened my mouth to receive it. The second the cake entered my mouth, the fork vanished and his mouth covered mine. The kiss was airtight, our tongues battling for that sweetness as it rolled and churned violently inside our mouths. When he finally pulled away, the smug grin on his face made the flutters in my stomach wild again. “You ar
Amber“Are you sure you want to come right here? Inside your pants?” He pushed himself into my palms, eyes boring into mine, sinking into me and gripping my core. I smirked. “What if they come back and see you like this, Hunter, begging for a pussy like a whore…?”I didn't know why I said that. The words just tumbled out. And his gaze took a darker shade. He was more turned on. Gripping his width with my thumb and index finger, I dug into the fabric of his pants and slid down the shape of his trunk… then up again, grating along the texture of his pants. And exhales of pleasure-soaked grunts burst from his tensed throat.“Yes…,” he heaved, “whatever you want, Amber—you decide—urmph, fuck—!” I clutched the fabric around him and kept moving vertically. “Did you like that?” I whispered close to his mouth. He swallowed. “Fuck, yes… .” His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and I could see him savouring every bit of caress. The slightest stroke would shift a beat or a pitch, and I
AmberHunter came into the lighting, and everyone’s eyes lit up—including mine. A devilish rogue with the angel’s glow. Who wouldn’t look twice? He didn’t need to ask. A glance from him, and the photographer immediately knew what he wanted. “Right next to the Luna, facing her.” And he arrived right in front of me—keeping a distance, just as he had promised. But it didn’t meet the artistic vision.“My apologies, Alpha and Luna.” The photographer pushed his two palms together. “Get you get a leeeetel bit closer.” I scoffed. Of course. The Moon Goddess’ bad timing. How did I forget? I took a small step—and so did Hunter. Then, we both faced the lens. SNAP!A huge sigh of disappointment reeled from behind the camera. “Okay,” the photographer was still trying to not sound pissed, “a little more closer!” Unbelievable. And from Hunter’s grin, he thought the same. But it felt like he was mocking me, especially since my huge talk earlier, so I was more pissed than the photographer
AmberShowtime. I shook off Hunter’s hand and threw myself at Vale. “Oh my god, Vale!” His rage vanished. In place, a genuine surprise—and a hint of smugness because I had chosen him over Hunter Black. Eyes dancing with joy, he whispered, “I’m fine, my dear. It’s just a scratch—.” He was caressing my face, feeling the smoothness of my skin, and I could feel Hunter’s jealous wrath setting us on fire. Ignoring them all, I grabbed Vale's face—squashing it to make it more painful—and gave a dramatic gasp. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding!” “It’s really nothing, love,” Vale was smiling, but I could tell a wince of pain beneath, so I knew he liked that I was showing care for him, “I can handle this.” The door opened to Eva and Damon with our drinks when I stood and faced Hunter like a mother hen, defending my groom. “Don't you take another step! What has he done to deserve this! He made you his best man, and you hit him!” Hunter was bewildered. “What did he—you think I would hit a wol
Amber“You!” I gasped, horrified. “What are you doing here?!”Hunter flashed a devilish grin. And all I could think of is punching that stupid grin and kissing the batshit out of him. Fuck, I'm going crazy. My heart pounded harder when he did that sexy shrug of bad-boy nonchalance. “Eva's here.”And Eva snapped, her irritation clear as day, “I'm the maid of honour and you’re not—.” Then, her eyes widened with epiphany while I turned to Vale, astonished, and we both reacted at the same time—like a jinx. “Oh hell,” she exhaled. “You made him your best man?!” I demanded. And Vale quickly pulled me aside before my voice escalated and gathered the boutique staff. But as soon as we were out of earshot, I didn’t give him a chance to speak. “Did I not make myself clear that I do not want to have anything to do with my father's murderer?! I do not want him here! This is our wedding, Vale! Why are you letting him barge in!” He tried to pacify me with a hug but I backed away, no l







