Page 80 of Ten Hammers

The underside of her sweet ass cheeks peek out. They are rubbed pink from Gunnar’s shirt, or the stairs, I don’t know, but the sight makes my mouth water. My cock is straining toward her.

“What the fuck do you want, Diesel? You can’t see we’re busy?” Gunnar growls.

“Take it up with Jack. Today is rewiring day, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Gunnar groans, curses, and then returns to Winnie, spreading her wide again. She tries to hide herself but he hugs her legs, and I ache to be in his place, holding her bare body open to me.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he says with a mischievous laugh. “You’re not finished yet. I want to hear you come.”

“But what about Diesel–” she protests.

“Diesel thinks the view is fantastic from here, thanks,” I reply with a wink. “Please don’t change it.”

She laughs. “But what about Jack?”

That works. With a final aggravated groan, Gunnar lets go, and Winnie closes her legs tight.

Well, as tight as she can when the stairs allow for her cute pink ass and that beckoning pussy of hers to remain on display if I stare enough.

And I do.

Gunnar kisses her. “Have you at least forgotten the bullshit internet comments yet?”

She shakes her head and leans back on her elbows, looking at Gunnar with wide, fuck-me eyes and a pretty pout.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I ask.

They turn to me in unison.

Winnie stare is sultry, feverish, her teeth caught on her bottom lip. “Yes, please.”

The resignation in Gunnar’s eyes as he looks at me and nods once does make me feel a little bad for the guy. But holy shit. He drops one last kiss on Winnie, this time over her nipple, and she moans, her legs falling open again.

“You’ll probably want to take off your tool belt,” Gunnar snarls at me as he walks away.

Leaving me with my dirtiest fantasy, spread out in front of me. Wanting me. Primed for me. That’s enough to nearly blow my load at the thought.

Ordinarily I love long and extended foreplay, but we are on Jack’s schedule, after all, and my balls are ready to burst.

I strip off my belt and shirt, standing over her, taking her in up close. “You’re really upset about those comments, baby?”

“I know it’s stupid, and I know better than to read the comments, but I’m just sick of all the scrutiny over my fat ass—”

“Whoa, show me this so-called fat ass. I need to judge for myself.”

She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, and as I strip off my jeans, she turns her body around, her knees on the stair, her elbows resting a couple steps up.

With her ass on display, and the way she gazes back at me over her shoulder, I can’t wait anymore.

“Mmm.” I grab her ass cheeks, spreading them before me while she blinks her sinful eyes at me and blushes. “I love this ass.”

I pop my thumb into my mouth, and then brush it across the tight ring of her asshole.

Her eyes widen and her body bucks automatically. I don’t remove my thumb from her tight entrance and she makes a sexy squealing sound deep in her throat.

“That okay?”

She nods, and I love the mix of surprise and excitement in her eyes. I do it again, this time rubbing a circle around her hole. The new sound she lets out is a cross between a squeal and a moan, and so fucking hot I can’t wait anymore.

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