Page 52 of Gunner

His lips part, taken aback at being the one ordered around. Big, bad, mean bikers with a rough past don’t let women tell them what to do.

Gunner does.

He arches back, bowing into himself as he supports the bike. He undoes his jeans slowly, but not provocatively. It’s so hot watching him pull his zipper down and reach inside that I’m the one aching, barely able to stand, barely able to stand him not being inside of me.

He frees his cock, the tip swollen and shiny with precum. My insides pulse.

Open for business, sir.

His hand slowly slides along his length, smearing some of that wetness down his massive length. He’s thick with a few veins. He has a beautiful cock, especially painted in the golden glow of the sun overhead, looking like a barely contained feral beast on that bike.

His eyes crash back to my face. He’s no longer inside of himself. He’s slightly smug, like he knows how hard it is to stand here craving him and not get up on that bike and sink him to the hilt inside of me. I must have zero control of my expressions.

“What were you going to say?”

My mouth is completely dry. “I…”

“How have I miscalculated?” he prompts savagely.

I snatch up the gold packet from my discarded jeans and saunter to the bike, trying to play it hot and cool. It’s ridiculous. At the moment, I have zero chill.

“You’ve underestimated me and everyone else, for one. But the real mistake?” I stand right in front of him, close enough for him to grab me. He keeps his hand on his cock, the other splayed over his granite thigh. “You underestimated your own worth. I want you to promise me that you’ll never do that again. You’re so much more than where you started and where you came from. You’ve never been nothing, and you never will be. Do you hear me?”

He pumps his dick, his face a mask of agony as he slides his hand along his length, circling the red tip. There isn’t a single bit of my anatomy that doesn’t feel that burn the same way.

I get close enough to lean against the gas tank. I nearly cry out in relief as his hands grasp my hips and he uses his brute strength to lift me and heft me up over the bike. I give him some help, launching off the ground and using my core strength to help him position me over the bike. I straddle his lap and grasp his shoulders, crawling over him. It’s not graceful, but I don’t care.

I roll my head back and dig my nails in when I feel his erection, thick between my thighs. He holds his cock there, his tattooed palm around the base.

“You messed up, thinking that I couldn’t handle this. That I couldn’t take care of myself. That I couldn’t kick ass. That I—”

Gunner leans in, so close, so threatening, so promising, that I lose whatever I’d been about to say. It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that he’s here, right now, and that I need him inside of me or I’m going to die. He stops when his lips brush against mine, but waits, inhaling me like he’s soaking up my breath, my scent, my essence.

I dig harder into his shoulders, clawing him to me.

His mouth finally claims mine. He kisses me so hard that I nearly flip backwards off his lap, but his hand comes up fast, bracing against my back, then fisting in my hair. He holds me tightly while he kisses me into oblivion. He doesn’t hold back, whether he finally believes what I just told him, or he knows that I’m strong enough to handle every bit of him. He kisses me like he wants to own me, but he doesn’t demand it. I part my lips and give it to him freely.

He’s so hard, throbbing against my stomach. He still has one hand on the base of his cock. I wrap my fingers around his, pushing down on his jeans and boxers, making sure his fly is well away from his sensitive skin.

He kisses me harder, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, taking, owning, claiming. I whimper at the sweet intrusion, at the delicious taste of him, at the way he fucks my mouth like a sweet foreshadowing of what he’s going to do with his cock right away.

When it’s too much and I need air, I pump my hand down the length of him, working his tip with an even tighter first, and break the kiss, giving us both a second to pant and gasp for air. I nip his lips and lick along the bite mark, before shamelessly running my tongue over his stubbled jaw and down his neck. I suck along that hard column before I bite his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he hisses, but I’m not sure if it’s my teeth, my tongue, or my hand jacking him that does it.

I have no idea where the condom is, then realize I dropped it between us when he hoisted me onto the bike. It’s still there, the gold corner peeking out from under my leg.

I slip it out, tear it open, and get it rolled down his length.

“Thank the fucking universe. All I’ve been thinking about is your cock for the past twelve hours.”

“Yeah,” he grunts, his caveman out in full force.

I’m not eloquent at the moment either.

“I’m going to ride you better than you’ve ever ridden this bike.”

We look at each other for a split second, my head jerking up at my attempt at dirty talk. He grins. I giggle. He sobers in an instant. “It’s not… Gunner. When you come, I want you chanting my name. My real name.”

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