SOMETHING YOU WON'T LIKE

VERA'S P.O.V

I couldn't move an inch, let alone "get up".

His presence was undeniable as his tall frame cut off what little light our nightstand had to offer. His shadow consumed me.

My head was bowed and my hands still cradled my swollen neck.

Hunter paused briefly, watching me till he reached out, running his fingers through my tangled hair, wrenching me upward.

My lips parted, and a cry of pain escaped them, an unbearable ache pulsed through my head.

My legs threatened to give out, and Hunter knew it as he pinned me to the wall to hold me. He guided my arms and looped them around his neck. His hands slid down my thighs, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to our bed.

He straightened his back, resting against the bed frame. My legs fell to either side of him, leaving me straddled on his lap. I could feel his cock—still damp and still hard, even after he came.

My hands fell from his neck to his chest, planting them on his bare chest. I trace a finger along the ink on his skin. Nothing much, just the words *pax mea es* you're my peace in latin, scribbled in cursive along his shoulder blade.

I drew my hands down towards his torso and his perfectly defined abs, feeling the firmness of it.

Hunter murmured meaningless words as he grabbed the part of my ass left bare by my shorts, grabbing so hard, he left handprints on them.

He pulled me closer to him, causing my clit to drag against his hard-on. I could feel every inch of him as he ground hard against me. His briefs were slightly below his waist. His trousers were much further down. His cock was exposed and it swelled aggressively beneath me.

His hands dropped to my lap, rubbing them continuously. His thick cum from earlier was still on my thighs. It dripped onto the bed in heavy, sticky droplets and he smears what's left of his cum all over my thighs— he liked it messy.

His hands moved under my shirt, feeling my waistline, my belly, and every curve my body entailed. Hunter frowned at the sight of my top, tugging on it, wanting to get rid of it immediately. My breasts bounced as he snatched it off me, leaving me bare.

His hands reached for my shoulders, rubbing them while he looked at me good. He pulled me forward, so close that there's no space between us.

His lips reached for my neck, tracing kisses on it, sucking on my skin tenderly. I moaned softly, enjoying the wetness of his tongue relieve the stinging pain I felt around my neck.

He moved back for a second, then his tongue darted out again, licking my neck down to my collarbone. He finally pulled away, but his eyes dropped to my breasts, eyeing them.

My nipples were hard, pointing towards him as he bit his lips at the sight of them.

The eye fucking was driving me insane, and it was just a matter of time before Hunter fucked me for real. But tonight, wasn't about the sex. It was about everything that led to it.

Hunter's damp fingers grazed my nipples and he pinched them, earning a cry from me. His tongue darted out as he gave my left breast a long lick. He pulled away, groping them with his hands. He lifted them, bouncing them around, before squeezing them so hard I thought they'd burst.

I winced painfully, but Hunter ignored the sound I made, going for them again, burying his face in them. His lips puckered as he kissed them repeatedly, taking the left one again into his mouth, sucking it whole, leaving it sore and discoloured.

A high-pitched moan escaped my lips, and I gasped in shock as he sucked me rougher. Hunter went for the other, and I licked my lips, wanting him to stop with the teasing. His lips sucked hard on my nipple, dragging it out between his lips. I bite down, not wanting to moan as loudly as I had before. He stopped, and I watched him. His eyes met mine and remained fixed on me. But soon, his stare softened— or so I thought.

Hunter licked his lips, his eyes returned to my breasts with gritted teeth, and his jaw flexed. Hunter goes for my breasts again, but this time, sinking his teeth into it.

The memory of his tongue and lips lingered sharply in contrast. He didn't care if I was sore, he bit them hard, dragging out my nipple, causing me to cry painfully.

"Be a good girl and shut the fuck up," he mumbled against me.

I obeyed, refraining from crying any further as he continued to bite hard on my nipples and then my breasts. Bite and suck, bite and suck.

*This fucking guy.*

How did we even get here? How did we get to the point where physically hurting me was the only thing that turned him on? How could this be the only thing that satisfied him?

Hunter's warm hands massaged my swollen tits; he was enjoying this so much. His cock, which was still hard as steel, proved this.

*God, he can be so patient.*

I could only imagine what he would do once he was ready.

"Fuck me already, fucking me and let's be done with this," I begged almost pleadingly. The slick between my thighs dripped, wet for him.

"Oh, I will," Hunter whispered, licking his lips greedily.

He tugged on to my shorts, taking them off. My underwear came off next. Now I was completely naked.

His hands moved down, sliding between my breasts, over my stomach, and below my navel. But they didn't stop there. He ran them further, finally stopping at my entrance.

Before I knew it, I was being pushed back. My head bounced lightly on the mattress.

Hunter crawled towards me, shoving off his trousers that were still stuck at his ankles, kicking them off the bed.

His face met mine, our foreheads touched as he wiped the trickles of sweat forming at my temples.

He ran his hands down my entrance, palming my pussy. His fingers ran between my folds. I moaned, biting down tenderly. I was plump, warm, and already wet for him.

He continued to glide his fingers into me, rubbing his thumb in circles hard against my clit. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, watching me lustfully.

Hunter pumped them in slowly, going in as deep as he could. His fingers came out in swirls. I tightened around them as he pumped them in faster. The corner of his lips pulled, forming a smug look on his fucking face.

"Hunter," I whimpered, finally crying his name as his thumb rubbed against my swollen clit.

My climax came like a wave, washing me completely. My squirt was thick and heavy. I flooded his fingers, cuming so hard onto them and my pussy throbbed, and my face twisted with pleasure.

I was absolutely satisfied. Hunter could leave me as I was, and I would be content. But he was never content, always hungry for more—more of me.

"I'm not done with you," his words confirmed my thoughts.

Hunter still had plans to mess with me further, like a prey that played with its food before it ate, doing me any way he wanted, before actually fucking me.

He got up to his feet.

"Come here."

I crawled towards Hunter, kneeling in front of him, staring up to see his face—watching him. His huge cock in hand, the hardest it had ever been.

He definitely wasn't done with me.