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  Hunter pulled her jeans from her legs as they bunched up around her calves before he settled between her parted legs. His silver eyes soaked in the sight of her inviting and glistening core.

  “You have the prettiest pussy I think I have ever seen,” he praised in a purr. “I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”

  “Fuck,” she moaned while the man in her bed scooted down to bury his face between her legs.

  It was more than she could handle as he dipped his tongue into the wet folds. The sinful sensation of his tongue swirling and lapping made her question why she had refused the advancements of other men in the past. But all those thoughts melted away as his licked deeper while his nose rubbed against her clit.

  Ivy shouted as his hot mouth sucked gently on her aching clit. She had never been eaten out before now. As a matter of a fact, she hadn’t been with any man before but as his tongue pushed into her passage, any fears that she felt were gone. The strong muscle of his mouth pushed deeper into her while his thumb stroked her clit with firm circles.

  He nibbled on the soft folds as he sucked and licked a path back up to the swollen nub that could make her scream his praises. Ivy couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure that were escaping her mouth while he pushed her to limits that she never knew existed.

  “Yes,” she hissed before burying her fingers into his shaggy hair while she pressed his face to pussy.

  Hunter sucked her clit into his mouth only to gently bite the tender button that was begging for his attention. Ivy’s body arched off the bed, the dam busting within her.

  “Fuck!” she shouted as she placed a death grip on his hair.

  He grasped her hips to hold her to the bed while he swirled his tongue around the sensitive flesh. She pulled several strands of his hair out as he stimulated her through her first orgasm of the morning.

  “Good lord,” she whispered as the bright lights in her field of vision faded while she released his hair.

  Hunter chuckled before he kissed her thigh with his wet lips. Slowly, he crawled up her limp body to kiss her lips. Ivy draped her arms over his shoulders, she gently kissing him back. She never noticed that he shifted his hips to position his cock at her entrance until he pushed forward with one smooth thrust. He pushed deep inside of her as he kissed her plumped lips.

  Ivy pulled away from his mouth to scream out in pain as he took the last part of her innocence. It burned and stung while he stayed buried deep inside her. Instead of pushing him away from her, she pulled him down to her body while she held onto him.

  Hunter propped his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her, gazing at her with a shocked expression.

  “You’re a virgin?” he asked with wide, gray eyes.

  Ivy sniffed the tears back and she looked away from him. “I was one,” she answered with a sad giggle.

  Hunter lifted one of his hands to place it on her cheek to force her look at him. Gently, he kissed her eyes before lowering his lips to hers.

  “It will hurt at first. I will move slowly, okay?” he asked while she darted her eyes from his concerned orbs. “Angel, look at me,” he said.

  Ivy looked at him before he began to roll his hips. Hunter’s hooded eyes were hungry as he gazed at her face. It was intense as he watched her expressions.

  She caressed his back while her legs curled around his hips. The pain was dull as she rolled her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. It wasn’t long before she felt a familiar pressure building up in her stomach.

  Hunter tried not to pound into her, she could tell by the stiff roll of his hips. She was impossibly wet while he pumped into her. He groaned as the muscles in her passage tightened around his aching cock. She knew when he gasped that he was close while he took her for everything that she could give him.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said while his thumb found the hard nub of her clit.

  Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the gentle swirls and firm flicks of his fingers sent her into a blind bliss. Hunter fell forward with a deep growl as he sent his seed deep inside her.

  Ivy closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his body against her. Hunter pressed his forehead to her shoulder while he caught his breath. She felt his eyes close as her soft fingers caressed his back. It saddened her that he would have to move. She wanted him to stay deep inside her. It felt like he belonged there while she caressed his back and sides with soft, comforting strokes of her gentle hands.

  Hunter rolled off of her only to pull her over to him. She snuggled up to him as she rested her head on his chest while her hand drew lazy circles in the hair on his chest.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” he asked, gently plucking at her hair as he petted the wild mess on top of her head.

  “I didn’t think you would have touched me if you knew,” she answered softly.

  Hunter tilted his head to look at her with a frown. “Your experience wouldn’t have mattered. I would have been gentler if I had known,” he said while pulling her tight against him in a possessive embrace. “Where do we go from here?” he asked softly.

  “Well, I have few ideas, if you’re willing to hear me out,” she said with a smirk. “But let’s get some rest before we talk strategy.”

  Hunter yawned before nodding. “’Night, angel,” he said softly.

  “’Night, baby,” she purred before snuggling closer against him.

  Ivy woke to the sound of water running. Slowly, she sat up only to hiss from the stinging pain between her legs. Cautiously, she stood up to make her way to the door of the bathroom.

  She smirked as he quickly peeked around the yellow curtain to make sure that it was she that entered the room. He grinned at her as she pushed her frizzy hair away from her tired face before entering the room. She was moving slowly and frowning with each small step she took while he watched her with a proud expression.

  “You look like shit,” he teased before closing the curtain.

  “Fuck you, Hunter,” she snapped at him before reaching over and flushing the toilet.

  Hunter shouted while he shoved the curtain open. Quickly, he hopped out of the shower as he glared at her. Ivy giggled while she stepped around him and into the spray of the shower.

  “I was joking with you,” he growled at her.

  Ivy laughed before opening the curtain a little bit to face him. “I would have done that even if you were nice to me,” she confessed.

  “Why?” he asked while he dried his skin with one of the white towels from the counter.

  “You were taking too long,” she said before disappearing behind the curtain.

  “Crazy woman,” he grumbled before he stood in front of the vanity mirror.

  Ivy heard the small click of plastic pulling apart then the sound of water running. She shoved the curtain back to see Hunter lathering his face with cheap soap.

  “Don’t you dare,” she hissed at him.

  Hunter stopped to look at her reflection in the mirror that was facing the shower. His eyes widened as she glared at him so intensely.

  “What is the matter, angel?” he asked after he found his voice as she snarled at the razor in his large hands.

  “Don’t shave it all off. I like it. Just trim up the edges and fix the uneven areas. But don’t shave it all away,” she said with her finger pointing at him as a warning.

  Hunter relaxed with a chuckle. “If that is what you want, then I think I can make that happen just for you,” he said as he watched her shut the curtain.

  Ivy washed off as quickly as possible while Hunter groomed his face with care. It was frustrating enough that he was taking most of the hot water while her mind was fixed on the plan that she had been thinking about since he made love to her. Part of her wanted to tell him while she was showering but the other part of her wanted to see his face while she told him. Either way it went, she decided that she would wait until he was finished to tell him what her plan was and to explain everything about her life to him.

  Hun
ter slipped into the bedroom to finish drying while she left the shower and wrapped a towel around her. With a huff, she followed him only to cut to the chase.

  “Okay, I told you that I had a few plans. Well, I think it is time to tell you the one I think that you will go along with,” she said cautiously.

  He looked at her with a small glare. “What would that be?” he asked as he looked at her as if whatever she was going to say would come back to bite him on the ass.

  “You take me home and get the reward money. I will meet you later and we could run away. It is that simple,” she said while she looked away from him as she waited for his objection.

  “No!” he shouted at her as she towel dried her curly hair.

  “Why not?” she asked as her eyes roamed over his damp body with interest.

  Hunter roughly rubbed the towel over his body before glaring at her like she was some kind of crazy woman. “You could get hurt,” he snapped at her.

  Ivy arched an eyebrow at him. “Look, with a hundred grand for the reward on my head and the cash that I have stashed away we would have close to a million dollars just for us. You wouldn’t have to work unless you want to,” she said as she watched him tug on his dark jeans.

  “If we do that then neither one of us will be free. Trust me, angel, I like my freedom,” He said as she dropped the towel from around her.

  “Okay, listen to me. If I am not at the wedding on Saturday, daddy is as good as dead. He signed an agreement with the foreigner. Okay, now, they paid him for my hand in marriage. I took almost all of that money and he has blown the majority of the rest. He can’t pay it back because he has invested into some of his scams. Now, the embarrassment of being stood up at the wedding will make the others fight daddy. See, he can’t pay them back or he will go broke, he can’t force me to say I do. He is as good as dead on Saturday and we will be free,” she said while Hunter opened the bag he took from her hotel room the night he captured her.

  Ivy took the tank top and jeans he held out to her from the bag.

  “But…” he said before she sauntered up to him with the clothes in her hands.

  “Trust me. I know what I am doing,” she said before kissing his lips. “Do you think we have enough time for a little fun?” she asked sweetly, trying to get his mind off of what she had said.

  Hunter grabbed her shoulders as she dropped her clothes and turned her around to face the bed before he walked her up to the side of it. “On your knees, angel,” he purred in her ear before patted her on the ass.

  Ivy crawled up on the bed with a giggle to kneel with her back facing him.

  “Scoot back to me and let your feet dangle off the bed,” he instructed while he unzipped the zipper of his jeans.

  Ivy obeyed as she felt his hands caress her sides.

  “Leave that beautiful ass up in the air and fold your arm to rest your cheek or forehead against them,” he said while he palmed the cheeks of her ass.

  Once again she complied with his instructions.

  She was slightly embarrassed that she was wet, almost dripping, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He took one of his hands to open up the soaked lips while his finger slid into her. He groaned at the tightness he found inside her while she relaxed from his touch.

  Ivy moaned as he let go of the folds while his finger continued to pump in and out of her. A divine hiss escaped her lips as he leaned over her with his chest flat against her back. His shaft pressed against the length of her pussy while the stiff flesh rubbed against her quivering clit.

  Hunter moved her damp hair to the side so he could whisper in her ear. “I have never fucked the same woman twice. You will be the first, Ivy.”

  Her whole body shook as he confessed his dirty secret.

  “Have never felt a woman as wet as you are? Do you know how fucking hard you make me just from fingering that juicy cunt?” Hunter purred before he removed his finger from her depths.

  Ivy turned her head to watch him suck his finger into his mouth. His gray eyes rolled up in his head before he closed them with a tortured groan.

  “So fucking tasty,” he purred before he stood up to grasps her hips before he slid his cock into her.

  The roughness of his hands against her hips felt unbelievably good while he held her still. She stretched her arms out to twist the sheets up in her hands while he pounded into her with deliciously smooth strokes.

  “Oh…god…Hunter…” She moaned while his hand snaked around her hip to pluck at the swollen nub between her legs.

  He ran his other hand over her ass as the round flesh bounce with every thrust.

  “Fuck,” he groaned before wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her back against his chest.

  Ivy let go of the covers to hold onto the single arm that was holding her to his chest. It was too much as she felt his moist mouth on her neck while he nibbled at her pulse.

  “Jesus!” she screamed as she came on his cock while he continued to push into her with short, forceful strokes.

  Hunter shouted as his orgasm crept up on him. His knees buckled from the force of his climax while he let go of her to lean against her kneeling body, bracing himself on one of his arms. She closed her eyes as his minty breath covered her neck and cheek while he sucked air into his lungs.

  “You are very religious in bed,” he teased as he looked at her profile with a smirk.

  “It is a spiritual moment,” she said with a shy grin.

  Hunter laughed before he kissed her cheek. He slid down her body and stood up. Ivy yelped in surprise when Hunter smacked her bottom.

  “If we are going to do this, you’d better get ready, angel,” he said while he caressed the reddening flesh of her soft butt cheek.

  Ivy giggled as she wiggled her ass back to make him move out of her way.

  “Are we going to eat anytime soon?” she asked. Her stomach growled angrily while she stood up before picking her clothes up off the floor.

  Hunter buckled his pants before nodding. “Yeah,” he answered while he picked up a fresh shirt from his pile of clean clothes.

  They dressed before stopping by a greasy spoon for a bite to eat. Ivy tore into the meal in front of her without an ounce of manners. Hunter watched her with a grin. She was a wild animal while she passed up the silverware to eat with her fingers. It had been forever since she had eaten anything.

  Her pink tongue swirled around the digits in her mouth as she practically purred from the taste of the home cooked, comfort foods. She glanced at Hunter. He shifted in his seat while he stared at her mouth that was full of her fingers. She closed her eyes to sigh as she bounced in her seat while she enjoyed her first meal with him. She knew that he was uncomfortable as his boots knocked softly against the leg of the table.

  She finished the main course to notice that Hunter looked even more uncomfortable as his eyes darted from his coffee to her while he squirmed in his seat. She cleaned her fingers off with napkins that were on the table before she pulled the bowl of chocolate pudding that came with her meal in front of her. Her eyes watched him as she dipped one long finger into the sugary dessert. Slowly, she sucked the pudding off her finger. She grinned as a soft growl escaped his lips.

  It was cruel of her to tease him so openly in the crowded diner. But she had to eat and it wasn’t her fault that his mind stayed in the gutter. She wondered if it was something that he would ban while they were together or if he would make it was something he would make her do in private. She smirked at him while his gray eyes roamed over face. She thought of something dirty to say while he hung on to every move she made.

  “Hunter?” she asked with a pout.

  He swallowed hard before answering her. “Yes.”

  “My pudding doesn’t taste very good,” she lied as she watched the range of emotions flash in his eyes.

  “What is wrong with it?” he asked with concern as the show he was enjoying might come to an end.

  Ivy licked her lips before leaning close to him. “Well, I am
not licking it off of your fingers,” she said before smirking at him.

  Hunter grinned at her before he dipped his finger into the pudding and lifted it to her mouth. Gently, he tapped her lips before slipping his finger into her mouth. His other hand grasped the edge of the table, his fingers digging into the tabletop as her hot, wet tongue rolled around his thick digit.

  Ivy grabbed his wrist as his hand began to shake while she sucked every trace of the pudding off his finger. It was empowering as the man in front of her crumbled under her ministrations. It was strange how she had given up on finding that one guy that could make her wet from a single glance only to find him sitting across from her in the crowded restaurant. Most of her adult life was spent searching for that dangerous man who could be her equal without physically or emotionally hurting her.

  There he sat in front of her with cold, silver eyes. Hunter was older than her and if she was to measure it by the faint wrinkles that were forming around his hooded lids, he was at least ten years older than her. His shaggy, brown hair revealed small traces of gray hair while his beard and mustache was still a dark brown. His full lips were parted while the tip of his tongue caressed his top lip with concentration as he watched her mouth.

  He was set in his ways and from what she could gather from just being around the hard man, he was too guarded to change his ways. Even though he tried to act as if he had no heart, he had no problem showing his lust for her in his expressions. She loved how he could make her feel from a simple playful wink and a smirk.

  Hunter slid his finger from her mouth only to switch seats. Smoothly, he slid into the seat beside her before he dipped his finger into the pudding again. Ivy eagerly parted her lips for his finger to enter her mouth.

  “No, angel, close that sinful mouth,” he said before she obeyed him. “I want to see if the pudding is as good as you make it look.” He purred before he painted her lips with it.

  His sexy voice filled her with a searing heat while his finger caressed her lips with feather touches. She knew she wasn’t very experienced with men but she was sure that what she was having was not a normal reaction to such simple touches. The burning within her was almost painful while it stole the air from her lungs as she waited for his lips to touch hers.