He growled into my folds and dipped his tongue into my depths, spearing me with a back and forth movement of his head.

“Oh god, Hunter. That feels so good.”

“You taste so good,” he grunted.

Because of the water, my fingers were beginning to slip from the soap dish. I was afraid I was going to fall and crack my head open mid-orgasm. Feeling a balance-shattering climax dangerously approaching, I tried to wiggle free but his large hands firmly grasped my waist. “Hunter, we shouldn’t stay in the water too long,” I managed to utter between moans. “We’ll end up looking like prunes.”

He stopped, leaving me bereft of pleasure. I wanted him to quell the gnawing ache between my legs he had started but I also wanted to finish my shower and eat breakfast. If only we could multitask.

“Good point,” he said casually.

I turned off the shower and Hunter guided me out of the tub by hand like a bad boy gentleman. While he began drying my body with a towel, sneaking kisses against my skin here and there, I spotted a tray on the bathroom counter with a plate of eggs and sausage, another plate with toast, a jar of grape jelly to the side, and a tall glass of orange juice. I was impressed not only by the demonstration of his culinary skills but also by the presentation.

“Aw, you’re so sweet, Hunter.” I turned to him, lifted on my toes, and affectionately kissed his lips. “You’re so sweet you’re going to give me cavities.”

“I’ve got an extra toothbrush you can use.” He winked. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you going to have any food?” I asked smiling, my mouth watering at the feast before me.

“I already ate a little bit. All this is for you. Dig in.”

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I turned to the food, rubbed my hands together, picked up a sausage link, and bit off a piece. “Mmm so yummy,” I murmured with my mouth full. “So juicy and tender.”

Hunter slid his hands across my waist from behind. I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and saw ourselves in the reflection. Enjoying the surreal sight of both of us naked together, I reached up to cup his cheek and he smiled. “You’re so gorgeous, Hunter. I love it when you smile.”

He locked his eyes with mine in the mirror as he tugged me to him, the small of my lower back pressing against his formidable erection. “It’s ‘cause you’re here with me. But look at yourself. Look at these gorgeous tits,” he said as he began plumping my br**sts in the reflection. “I could play with them all day.”

“I like you playing with me,” I said, feeling the ache in my sex swelling from his hands at my chest. “Can we multitask?” I took another bite of the sausage in my hand and backed my ass into his erection teasingly, which pulled an erotic groan from his lips.

“Brunch sex huh? I guess there’s a first time for everything.” He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants that were lying on the floor and pulled out protection.

“Never had brunch sex before?”

“I’ve never had this much sex in such a short time, period.” He grinned as he finished wrapping his cock. “You ready?

“Wait Hunter, I’ve got to eat this sausage,” I said flirtatiously, preparing to take another bite.

“I got your f**king sausage right here.” He growled.

He shoved himself into me, hips crashing into my backside. I was already primed since stepping out of the shower, so his entrance came easily. I gasped and instinctively leaned over the bathroom counter for support, eager for him.

His strong hands firmly gripping my waist, he continued thrusting into me, steadily, needily but without hurry. I watched our bodies colliding in the mirror, saw how my hair and br**sts jostled each time he drove into me. We performed our own song with him grunting and me moaning in response. It wouldn’t be a billboard hit, but I found I enjoyed it more than Love Story.

We’d already had sex half a dozen times in the last sixteen hours. Sex with Hunter was quickly becoming as frequent and necessary as breathing. Finding myself adjusting to his demanding pace, I casually reached over to open the jar of grape jelly. I tried to unscrew it but my hands were wet; the vigorous thrusting quaking my body didn’t help either.

“Can you help me with this?” I asked, holding up the jar for Hunter.

“Sure, no problem.” His pace persisted even as he casually moved his hands from my hips to the jar and unscrewed it. “Here you go.”

I backed into him, taking his c**k to the hilt as a way of offering my thanks. “You’re so helpful, Hunter.”

I saw his reflection smile. “I do what I can.”

After spreading some jam onto the pre-buttered toast, I bit off a piece, and licked my lips. “This is really good toast. You want a bite?”

“Sure.”

I raised it up for him and he leaned over—penetrating me deeper—and chomped on the toast. “Mmm yummy. I need the energy to keep f**king you,” he said as another thrust pressed my thighs into the counter cabinets.

“Then maybe you should have some more energy.” I dipped my finger into the grape jelly and held it up for him. “Here have some sugar.”

He took my finger and inserted it into his mouth, sucking it the delicious way he’d sucked my clitoris. Then he licked the tip clean, making my sex clench around him from the teasing. In a flurry of lust, he growled and flipped me around to face him. We locked desire-lidded eyes. He plucked the jar of grape jam from my hand and poured the contents all over my br**sts. I arched my neck and gasped from the cold sensation, fingers desperately clutching the edge of the counter for balance.

“You’re getting me all dirty again!” I cried.

“Just the way I like it.” He growled before dipping and taking one breast into his mouth. His hand swirled the jelly around the other breast. He swirled his tongue around the tip, spreading the sticky substance over my skin before sucking it up into his mouth. “Now that’s a good breakfast.”

I popped the last of the toast into my mouth. “I agree. Best breakfast I’ve had yet.” Missing his c**k inside me, I said, “I could go for some more of that Hunter sausage though.”

There was a momentary smile on his lips before he slammed his c**k into me, pushing me from a standing position into a seated position on the bathroom counter.

We continued going at it until long after the steam had dissipated from the bathroom. Eventually, we finished breakfast with two orgasms and a side of orange juice.




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