Hidden Roots (Citrus Cove, #3)

by Clio Evans

“Can we get naked?”

“No,” I said. “No naked.”

“But why? I want you. I imagined you w...

other day, you know? I even watched plumber porn since I figured he’d h...

“Because you make me crazy. I’m not good for you.”

“You’re so good for me,”

“I’m always catching you.” “I’m always falling for you.”

“Do you get tired of catching me?” “No,” I said. “I never could.

“Emma,” I whispered. “I’m not drunk now.”

“Neither am I.” “And I want you even more than I did last night.”

“Please fuck me, Hunter,” she whispered. “I’m going insane. All I want is for you to fuck me for hours, over and over and⁠—”

“After breakfast, I’m dragging you to my bed. Or your bed, if you need to go home for Donnie.”

“Yes,” she said. “Yeah. Okay. Food, then let the dog out, then my bed. Or your bed. Or the shower since we both smell like we were up until god knows when.”

“Deal.” She smiled. “Deal.”

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked. “Absolutely sure,” I said. “Are you sure you want this?” “More than anything else.” “Then kiss me.” “I’m gonna do a lot more than kissing.”

“I like it when you do that,” I said. “Do what?” “Manhandle me.”

“Can I tell you a secret, sparks?” he whispered. “Yes,” I rasped, moving my hips against him. “I like it when your nails scratch me.”

“Just like that,” he grunted. “Fuck, Emma. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“No. Stay like that. I’ll be the one to undress you.”

Outside of the bedroom, I really didn’t like taking orders. In fact, I never did. But here, in front of him, wanting him… I craved his dominance. I needed my submission.

“Hunter,” I whimpered. “I want more.” “Mmm, and I want to take my time.”

“Tell me to stop.” “No,” I whispered. “I want you. I won’t tell you to stop.”

“You won’t be able to get rid of me after this.”

“I don’t want to,” I admitted.

“Normally I’d ask you what you liked first. And I’d get on my knees and worship you first and⁠—” “Hunter. I want you to fuck my brains out and then we can do all those things,” I growled. “I want to know all your kin...

“Say please again.” I narrowed my eyes. “Please.” “Mmm. A...

“Again, sparks. Say please again or you’re not getting this cock.” “Maybe I don’t want it anymore.” “Liar,”

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”

I’d never wanted someone more than I wanted him.

He pulled out a ball gag and turned to look at me, his gaze making my knees weak. “We’ll come back around to this.” I nodded. “Okay.”

“I also tested negative recently. And if you’re saying

yes to me filling your pretty pussy, then I think I’ll oblige.” I swallowed hard. “I want you to fuck me.” “Mhmm. Why are you in such a hurry?”

“Look at how fucking wet you are,” he murmured. “And how perfect.”

“Please?” I begged. “Please.” “Do you have plans today?” “No. Hunter, for god's sake. My plan is to fuck you.”

“That’s right. Good girl. Fuck my hand, sparks.” Oh.

“Play with your nipples for me.” “Yes, sir,” I whispered. He groaned, circling my clit faster.

Fuck, he was hot. I couldn’t remember a time when someone had turned me on this much.

“Give it all to me.” “Baby, I don’t think you can take it all.” “Try me,” she growled. “I don’t want to hurt you⁠—”

“You feel so fucking good,” I grunted. “You’re mine.” “I’m yours,” she whimpered.

“Breed me,” she gasped in my ear. “I want your cum dripping out of me.”

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Fuck, I can feel it all inside of me.” “Do you…fuck,” I panted, unable to form full sentences. “Breeding kink?” “Yes.”

It hit me that I really wanted to get her pregnant.

The idea of it made my cock harden again. Her eyes widened. “What…?” “I thought about getting you pregnant,” I grunted, moving my hips again. “Oh. Do you like the idea of that?” “No. Maybe. Yes.” “And claiming me as yours?” “You are mine. At least right now, Emma.”

“You’re mine, your wet little pussy i...

“Yes,” she panted. “Fuck. Just...

“I want you to claim every hole.” Fuck. I wanted that too. “Your ass too?” “Yes,” she moaned. “Please. It’s been too long⁠—”

My cock jerked. She was on display for me, bred by me.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmured, pushing some of my thick cum back in. “Let’s keep that all in, huh?”

I was lucky. I had my little goddess’s pussy on my fingers, her ass on my mouth, and I wanted more. She was an addiction, an obsession, and it scared the fuck out of me how I was ready to toss my entire life away just to make her happy. She could call me dimples and bathe me in glitter, and I wouldn’t bat an eye if it meant she was happy.

“Yes, baby?” “Please.”