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Dean Hunter was beyond in-shape. He was a Greek god, every part of him shaped and honed to perfection. From his angular, gorgeous face, to the dense, tight, rippling muscle of his torso.

Oh my god!

My eyes dropped and centered on the long thickness between his legs. Dean’s cock was throbbing, hard, and massive. He grasped it in his right hand and smiled.

“I’ve wanted this so badly,” he groaned.

He’s going to tear me in half with that thing!

“You won’t fit,” I protested, gazing anxiously at his extraordinary girth. I’d expected the manhood to match the man, but this was ridiculous. I was apprehensive, frightened, and aroused.

“You’re ready Saylor,” he insisted in a husky growl of a voice. “But why don’t you get over here and warm me up.”

An intense heat fluttered between my legs. I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around Dean’s beautiful cock. I fell to my knees in front of him and gripped his length.

Holy shit, he’s big…

My hands hardly fit around his thickness. But I encircled it the best I could and began to stroke down the length of it. He was pulsing, smooth, and rigid in my hands.

“Fuck…Saylor...Yes.” Dean’s deep, dark eyes fell down the curve of my breasts. His face tensed with desire.

A small bead of pre-cum formed at the top of his wide, mushroom head. I licked it and savored the salty-sweet taste. I wanted more. I wanted to taste every bit of Dean Hunter.

He groaned in deep, raspy sounds as I pushed his shaft deep into my mouth. With my two hands wrapped tightly around his cock, I sucked on him, caressed him, and absorbed him. I engulfed as much of his length as I could. My lips worked over the glistening surface of his dick and applied tight pressure and suction over the swollen head.

Dean’s body quaked. He reached out and gripped a handful of my hair, pulling me further down his cock. I felt the wide tip hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Coughing, I withdrew his length from my mouth.

“Fuck, Saylor,” Dean started. “I’m sorry. I got caught up. I shouldn’t have…”

“No,” I reassured him. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

His eyes gleamed and he stroked his dick. “You sure?”

I nodded.

Dean picked me up in one swift motion, cradling me between the hard swell of his pecs and his muscular, bulging arms. He spread me out on the bed and positioned himself on top of me, supporting his torso with his elbows to either side of me. He kissed down my neck and began to circle my breasts, nibbling gently on my puffy nipples.

I could feel his heavy cock thumping against my clit as he worked me over. His warm mouth enveloped my breasts, one after another. His thumb rubbed around the swollen, sweet spot between my dripping thighs.

“Oh, god. Dean!” I arched against him as he pressed three fingers into my slick center. My chin lifted, exposing my neck, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

All the while, he lavished my breasts with exquisite attention. His fingers worked expertly deep inside me. And I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I want him inside me right now.

As if he sensed my desperate craving for his cock, Dean pulled back, stood up, and took hold of my ankles. He dragged me back towards him, until my ass hung out over the edge of the bed, and positioned himself between my bent legs.

“I’m going to bury myself all the way inside you.” Dean’s voice was gravelly, his strained expression full of dark desire.

I cried out as he thrust deep inside me. Somehow, that massive cock fit, all the way to the base. I stretched to accommodate his girth, and he filled me completely. I felt a hot wave of pleasure, threw my head back, and closed my eyes. With every stroke, his cock plunged deep and produced the most intense pressure I’d ever felt.

The strength of what was building was staggering. My body was climbing, my hips were bucking, and my core was quivering. I was going to be blown to dust when I climaxed. My moans quickened with each thrust. I was almost there. If he stopped, I’d—

Dean pulled back. I cried out. I was devastated. I needed him inside me.

But he picked me up and pushed me hard against the wall. I felt the wind knocked out of me as my back slammed hard, but his hand held the back of my head as he lifted me into the air. He pressed close and covered my mouth with his own.

“I’m going to come inside you, Saylor. I’m going to fill you up.”

Dean clutched the backs of my thighs and pulled them across his waist. I wrapped my legs tightly around him. Then, with one hard thrust, he slammed into me, banging me against the wall. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” he grunted, pumping mercilessly into my wet slit.

“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” I was over the top.

Mind-blowing. An explosion of pleasure. Rippling shockwaves. Dean Hunter pummeled me. He fucked me into a mess of screams and moans.

I came, screaming, every muscle drawn taut. I convulsed around his cock as he gave out a tortured grunt and finished deep inside me. He erupted violently, shooting inside me, stream after stream. His cum spilled out of me and I slumped into his arms. He gently lowered me to the floor and then carried me to the bed.

We lay quietly for ten, fifteen minutes. We breathed heavily in the aftermath of our pleasure. Finally, with our minds clear, we pressed our bodies close together, my head to his chest and his arm draped around me.

I couldn’t help wonder that some absurd and misguided rationalizing had almost precluded this moment. We’d almost lost out on the tremendous ecstasy of our bodies harmonized in delicious sexual rhythm. I’d rather go against the entire world with Dean Hunter than miss out on a single bit of this.

Dean glanced out at my body with dark eyes that showed the subtlest nuances of color when you looked closely around his pupils. He was gorgeous, from his dark, thick head of hair to his wide, deeply etched, utterly ripped torso—a body built for sin.

I was exhausted. I turned into my pillow to try and sleep. But Dean wouldn’t have it. He pulled me back against his body, until I could feel his cock stiffen against my ass.

“You ready for round two?” he challenged. 

Chapter 17

I’ve never fucked a pussy like that.

Provocative recollections from the night before raised my cock to attention as I cruised down the highway. Some jerk in front of me changed lanes suddenly without bothering to use his blinker, so I depressed the clutch and dropped gears to pass in front of him before he changed his mind and went back the other way. Usually, this kind of thing would piss me off. Today, I hardly noticed. It was automatic, in the background.

At the forefront was Saylor. Saylor and her soft, plump ass and sweet, tight pussy. I was whipped. Never thought it would happen, but had to admit it.

Shit, there’s no going back after a night with her…

The realization dawned that, even if I wanted to, I could never leave her now. I savored the feeling of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock, the luscious taste of her moist pussy, and the way her body responded to me, screamed out in moans, sighs, and frenzied breathing as I fucked her.

I never thought I’d feel like this about anyone.

I shook my head, remembering that I almost missed out. I almost let fear and doubt ruin my chances at something like this. Something genuine and meaningful, raw and stirring. Thinking about Saylor gave me a sense of real excitement and purpose in life.

Unfortunately, Roman and Ace are still around…

I was in high spirits, vivacious and overenthusiastic about the potential of a life with Saylor. Unfortunately, that alone didn’t prevent the need to eventually face reality. At best it forestalled it. I’d be hearing from Ace or Roman soon—this I knew, as much as I tried not to think about it. Saylor and I would both have to make some tough choices then. But they were better made when we had some idea of our options.

Right now I’m in the dark. Who knows what’s coming…

The key was not to get blindsided though. Not again. My past mistakes cost my best friends their lives. I wasn’t about to let something like that sneak up on me again. I’d consider every option, every angle, before I committed myself to a course of action.

Which is why my obsession with Saylor surprised me. I felt like I was purposefully tying a blindfold around my eyes. It was a liability. I couldn’t argue around that.

But I don’t give two shits.

At some point, you had to make a decision and stick with it. That’s why I was taking this thing, whatever it is we had, to the very end. That’s also why I was rushing back from my workout to the aquarium to pick up Saylor.

She’d be finishing up with that sea turtle rehabilitation volunteer program she was so dedicated to. It brought a smile to my face just thinking about it.

Those baby sea turtles were pretty damn cute.

I had to admit, it pulled on the heartstrings. Seeing those guys, about half the size of my palm, rushing through a world of danger just to take their chances at a 20-year journey across the ocean and back—a journey that way less than .1% of them would survive.

Unbelievable…

There I was, an ex-Marine who served two tours of duty, survived 8 years in the Middle Eastern deserts, and drove classic American muscle—and I was getting mushy over sea turtles. I shook my head as I approached the aquarium parking lot. Saylor had said she’d wait outside. We had plans tonight…the kind of plans I couldn’t wait to carry out.

And there she is.

I spotted the unmistakable sheen of the sun on her light hair and the bouncy way she walked, her face bright with her signature brand of glowing enthusiasm. I loved watching her as she stepped out from the aquarium entrance and made her way across the path to the parking lot. I admired the way her hips rolled naturally as she strolled, her breasts protruding magnificently in front of her, leading the way.

What I didn’t like was the guy right behind her, with his hand around her waist.

Who the fuck is that!

Then I remembered. He was in charge at the hatching event last night. I squinted to identify his immaculately groomed designer stubble and gentle—almost pretty looking really— features.

Yup, same guy.

I recollected his name tag: Jonathan. No surprise that this guy was making moves on Saylor.  According to what she told me, they’d been working together with this volunteer program for, what, almost a year now. There was probably some kind of history between them.

What pissed me off the most though was that she didn’t brush him off or anything. I mean, after that asshole in Wilmington, after what happened last night, after what I thought was going on between us—you’d think she’d act a little differently.

Unless she’s just using you.

I banished the thought as soon as it entered my mind. But once it got in there, I couldn’t help thinking…

She needs you to keep Ace and Roman at bay until she figures things out with Jonathan.

It made sense. I was a fighter, the tough guy who’d keep her safe until they ran off together. Probably to some sea turtle related conservation program in a far away country. Somewhere where they could share all that they had in common.

Because they do have more in common.

Shit, I was watching fellow soldiers step on landmines, running across fields under enemy fire, and dragging screaming, crying men back to base while those two were just starting high school. I was an underground fighter and ran security for a criminal kingpin. They were both nature lovers who dedicated their lives to helping endangered species.

Gee, I wonder who’s going to end up with whom?

What had happened between Saylor and me last night—that was a mistake. She’d probably let her guard down as well. I could see the writing on the wall. The best thing I could do was to leave them both alone. They had something real together, something guys like me weren’t meant for.

Just then, my phone rang. I stared down at the number. It was Evan. I answered.

“Hey, what’s up Dean?” He seemed upbeat.

“Just living life.”

“Right. So, fight tonight, usual payout. You in? I know you had plans or whatever, but I thought I’d try again.”

“Yeah sure.”