I looked at my watch, realizing that I had less than fifteen minutes before I needed to leave.
I reached for my hair tie and pulled it off of my wrist before dropping down to my knees between Hunt’s splayed thighs.
His voice trailed off as I started to put my hair up.
“I don’t have time to do anything else,” I said as I finished tying my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head.
“Your hair reminds me of a pineapple,” he murmured softly. “You’re a fineapple.”
I snickered and reached for his sweatpants.
The same damn sweatpants that I’d purchased for him the first day he’d gotten out of prison.
The same ones that were just a hair too tight and showed off just a bit too much.
If he were to ever wear these out in public, I might very well cry.
Not because he didn’t look good in them, but because he looked too good.
“We need to buy you more clothes,” I said, placing my hands on the tops of his thighs as I rubbed my palms upward.
His breath hitched as he hardened beneath those sweatpants.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” he rumbled, voice full of hope and hesitancy at the same time.
“Yes,” I said as I slowly pulled the waistband of his sweats down far enough that the tip of his cock could pop free.
He groaned when I leaned over and ran the tip of my tongue over the swollen head.
“Need these a little farther down since you insist on wearing them even when they’re super tight,” I commented.
He lifted his hips upward, causing the tip of his cock to press against my lips.
But instead of taking it in my mouth, I helped him pull his pants down, and instead gave myself the gift of his entire cock instead of just the tip.
The tip was nice and all, but so was the entire package.
He had a great cock.
One that was thick, long, and full of nurse porn veins that I loved.
The tip of his cock was a ruddy red, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my tongue along the ridge before following a vein down to the root.
“Jesus,” he whispered, his hand going to my hair.
“These veins,” I said, following another one upward to the top. “They drive me insane.”
“Well, join the club.” He panted, his head now thrown back and his glasses going even more askew. “Because I’ve been in hell ever since you came into my life and showed me those goddamn eyelashes.”
I snickered before really getting to work, allowing my mouth to take him in as far as I could before pulling back and trying all over again.
I hadn’t quite mastered the art of deep throating.
But I was getting better.
At least, that was what Hunt said each time I took him inside of my mouth.
“Wrap your hand around the base,” he ordered. “And fuck the top half with your mouth while you use your hand to jack me off.”
He groaned when I followed directions, giving him exactly what he asked for.
I felt his cock pulse and knew without him telling me that he was close.
But I’d never gotten this far before.
There was always sex at the end of the line for us before.
Now, I knew that he was going to come without me.
I knew that I had two options, swallow or not.
With anyone else, I would’ve said not.
But with Hunt, there were things that I’d never, not ever thought I’d like that I found that I did.
And the idea of him coming in my mouth and me swallowing it was something that made my nipples pucker in excitement.
Yeah, I wanted to try.
I could at least say when I was done, if I found it disgusting, that I’d given it the good ol’ college try.
But I had a feeling I was going to love it.
He groaned, his hand reaching up to cup my jaw, and he urged me just a little bit deeper.
When I didn’t complain, he took over completely, wrapping his hand around mine and squeezing so tight that it almost hurt my hand.
I glanced up at him to look at his face and saw that he was now staring down at me, a look of enrapture filling his features.
“I’m going to come down your throat,” he announced, voice raspy and thick.
Then I felt the underside of his cock start to pulse.
The salty heat of his release hit the back of my tongue, and then I was swallowing, having no other choice but