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time, instead of slapping her breast, he only tapped it lightly.
    Satisfied that she would at least attempt to obey, he began kissing her all over, starting with her neck and working his way down. She responded to each touch of his lips to her skin with a shiver, a moan, or a whimper. By the time he reached her stomach she was lifting her hips up and spreading her legs wider. The scent of her arousal enticed him, and he put his mouth to her mons and teased her with slow, deliberate licks. He splayed her wet folds apart, exposing the sweetness within and her swollen red clit. He tapped the nubbin and she jerked, a spasm rocking her as she issued another round of mindless pleas.
    He circled her clit with his tongue and she undulated against his mouth. He shoved two fingers into her hot wet channel and implemented a steady thrusting motion while he tormented her most sensitive spot.
    Her feminine scent and the taste of her nearly drove him mad with need, and it took all his self-control not to straddle her again so he could sink deep in her pussy.
    Soon. He would take her soon. For now, he focused on her pleasure and how loud he could make her groan while he circled her clit. She lifted her hips in a rhythm against his probing tongue, and he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight wet center faster, deeper.
    “Hunter!” she cried out while he continued the precise motions on her clit, applying more pressure as she fell apart in his arms. The bed quaked with her shudders, and when he finally pulled back from her pussy, he still had her lips splayed open, giving him an unfettered view of her swollen pink mound.
    He straddled her and positioned his cock at her slick entrance, then surged deep inside her with one hard thrust.
    His wife.
    The moment washed over him as he stared into her startled eyes. She was his wife, this sweet young lady named Becca.
    He stilled and groaned at her exquisite tightness. God, she felt perfect, panting underneath him with her damp hair in disarray after she’d just shattered in his hold.
    She bit her lip and looked at him uncertainly. “Can I, um, can I move my hands now? Can I touch you?” Her innocent question made his length jerk inside her, and her walls seemed to clamp down even tighter around him in response.
    “Yes,” he said, his voice strained. “You can touch me, Becca.”
    She reached out and ran her fingers down his chest, staring at him in awe. Emotion clogged in his throat, and a primal urge to protect her surged through him. The thought of any harm ever coming to his little wife sent a painful pang through his heart. He withdrew partially from her pussy and immediately thrust into her again. She held his stare and her startled look transformed to one of pure bliss.
    Hunter . She’d said his name while she was coming, and it had thrilled him to hear his name on her lips while she cried out her release. Not slowing as he pumped into her, he sought out her clit and tapped at her sensitive bit of flesh, still plumped from her arousal. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his waist. A sheen of perspiration glistened on both their bodies, and the sound of their moans and flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
    “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again, Becca?”
    She opened her mouth as if to speak, but only a whimper escaped. She clutched his sides and he fucked her harder, faster, until she cried out his name again and again. Her head fell to the side and she went limp in his arms, but her eyes remained open and that blissful expression stayed on her face. At least she hadn’t passed out. She was still with him, just utterly exhausted.
    The first wave of his orgasm swept through him, and he came inside Becca with a roar, pumping into her and filling her with his seed. After the final jerking pulses of his release faded, he pulled out of her and couldn’t get her in his arms fast enough. He’d never considered himself a fan of cuddling, but he could