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Chapter 122

Hunter

Jenna called and said she left work early. Something about the life being drained from her body after some interviews. I can relate. John is like a big black hole that sucks in everybody's will to live. Either way, I am pumped because my mouth has been watering all day long, thinking about the lasagna she's making tonight. And her tits. Mostly her tits...maybe dipped in lasagna.

When I walk in the house, I almost pass out from pleasure. The Italian aroma can be detected from the driveway and Jenna is standing barefoot in the kitchen with her red-painted toenails, wearing some little black booty shorts and a red form-fitting tank top. Eric Church's Springsteen is playing on her phone and she is moving her hips to the music. We need to go ahead and hurry up with my father's execution because I want to prop her up on the kitchen counter and eat her for dinner. Having four American Gladiators living in this house is killing our spontaneity.

She sets the timer on the stove and turns around to smile at me, hands on her hips and a come and get me look on her face. I rush her, throwing her over my shoulder and smacking that fine ass of hers. She giggles and doesn't even try to fight me when I haul her sexiness to the bedroom.

"I need three minutes, baby," I tell her. "But I'll make it the best three minutes of your life."

"You promise?" she laughs, but she knows I am a man of my word.

"Cross my heart. Now get naked and come to Daddy."

She stands next to the bed, sliding her fingers in the waistband of her tiny shorts and slowly pulling them down. I am bouncing on the balls of my feet, watching her little striptease. The shorts fall to the floor before she crosses her arms and pulls her tank top over her head. My heart races when those big, voluptuous tits come into view. She's wearing a red lace bra and panties and I can already see the protrusion of her aroused nipples. My mouth is watering to taste them. I stand still, enjoying the show she is giving me.

"Should I leave this on?" she taunts, sliding one bra strap slowly down her shoulder.

"Depends," I pant. "How attached to it are you? I'm either going to rip it in two or blow my load on it."

My vulgarity doesn't even faze her. She's used to it. She slides one strap down and then the other, slowly pulling her arms through, but not exposing what's underneath the cups. I am salivating to get to those perky pink nipples. Still partially covered, she slides her fingers under the sides of her panties and glides them down her legs, lifting her left foot, pulling the lace off and then the other. I study her beautiful bare pussy and know that is most likely primed and ready for me. Standing back up, she reaches behind her back and unlatches her bra.

I don't even wait for it to completely hit the floor before I charge her, picking her up and feeling her legs wrap around my waist. Oh God, she smells so good and her skin, it feels like silk. I walk her into the bathroom and set her on the sink, pulling her legs open and running my nose along her folds. Her scent is intoxicating and her taste is out of this world. I run my tongue up her center and listen to her raspy tone pant my name.

"Oh, Hunter," she moans and that just revs me up.

When I say I feast on her, I mean I eat her out like a man in severe starvation mode. Her creamy thighs warm my ears as she tugs on my hair, losing control and savoring my mouth against her wetness. She tastes like honey and vanilla and everything I've been craving all day. She didn't believe me, but I meant what I said about her looking beautiful this morning. She fired me up and my whole work day consisted of daydreaming about my head between her legs.

She is writhing around, jerking and moaning my name. I offer her no digital stimulation, just my tongue and all the ways I work it. She doesn't complain, not in the slightest. She is charged up and slipping to the edge. She's close, I can feel it. She's contracting and her legs begin to quiver. She is seconds away from letting me drink in her orgasm. And fuck, I am ready for it.