Page 20 of One Pucking Wish

“You are a lot of things, Penelope Stellars, and sexy as fuck is one of them. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Good. Now suck.”

I should argue and tell him that he’s not my boss and doesn’t have the right to order me around like that, but I don’t say anything. I can’t because his hardness is in my mouth in a matter of seconds. Not because he told me to, but because I want it there. Desperately.

I want to taste him the way he tasted me. I want to please him the way he pleased me. I want to bring him to the brink of insanity and watch him fall over into pleasure. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, and I’m too insane with lust to stop and figure out what all this means.

Circling my hand around the base of his shaft, I pump my hand back and forth as my mouth takes him in as far as I can. I swirl my tongue around his tip and move it up and down over him. His head falls back, and he threads his fingers through my hair as he groans toward the ceiling. He pumps himself into my mouth as he pulls my head against him. I take him in until he’s hitting the back of my throat. I’m out of control with the need to taste him and watch him lose control. He’s so close. I press my knees together, trying to squash the pounding of desire between my legs. Seeing Gunner chase ecstasy and knowing I’m the one who’s giving it to him is the strongest aphrodisiac I’ve experienced.

Just when I think he’s going to fall into oblivion, he pulls away. “Condom,” he states.

“My purse,” I gasp between breaths.

He retrieves a condom from my purse and slides it over his length while he eyes me with a heated stare. “I don’t know how to take you,” he utters. “I want you in so many ways.” After a beat, he pushes me onto the bed so I’m facing him. He hooks one of his arms under my knee, lifting that leg back and opening me wide for him. “I want to see your face when we come.”

With that, he slides inside me, filling me up completely, and starts to move. Each movement sends a jolt of electricity through my body. I claw at his arms, wanting more.

“You want it harder?” His voice is strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take all of you. I want to feel all of you.”

He growls. “Fucking-A, Stellars. You’re going to kill me with that mouth of yours.”

He picks up the pace. His thrusts become more forceful as he slams into me, harder and harder. We both moan as he enters me over and over. It’s the most amazing feeling, and I don’t want it to stop. I’ve had my share of sex, but this, right here, is on a whole other level. It’s too good. Our bodies fit perfectly as he moves exactly how I need him to.

“I’m going to come,” I cry out, feeling the warmth of release fill every pore of my body.

“Open your eyes,” he orders, the words almost pained as he builds toward his own release. “I want to see your eyes as you come.”

My orgasm hits hard, and I hold Gunner’s stare as I scream. He crashes over into oblivion with me, his mouth falling open as he vocalizes his pleasure, never taking his eyes off me. He pulls out of me and discards the condom before plopping onto the bed beside me. The two of us lie naked next to one another, staring at the ceiling as we catch our breath.

“Happy birthday to me,” Gunner says, causing me to chuckle. “That was some amazing sex.”

“I don’t feel so stressed anymore,” I quip.

“See, I told you.”

I don’t recognize the man beside me. This is a side of him I’ve never seen in more ways than one. “Who knew you had a personality? I never knew you were more than a goal-tending, grunting beast.”

“That’s my gift to you,” he teases. “Just know, this version of me expires the second we leave this room.”

“Oh, I have no doubts about that.”

We situate ourselves on our pillows, pulling the blankets up over our naked bodies. Gunner wraps an arm around me, and I lean against his chest. Our legs intertwine with one another. I’m sated, exhausted, and a little confused, so sleep pulls me under quickly.

And it’s the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

GUNNER

It takes me a moment to remember where I am, but the musty smell of cardboard and the howl of the wind outside brings the memories of yesterday back in full clarity.

I stretch my arms out over my head, my joints cracking with the motion. Man, I slept like a rock. Yesterday was a long-ass day with the game and the hard loss, the bar, the fight—if we can even call it that—the storm, and the sex. Oh, the sex. Speaking of…

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