Page 54 of Gunner

He’s behind me, his hands spreading me open for his tongue. It’s hot and sudden and makes me cry out in surprise. The sound echoes around us in the clearing. He doesn’t stop at licking my pussy. He goes higher, opening me and licking in all the other taboo areas. His other hand slips under me and works my clit, giving me far too much of the forbidden and the wonderful all at once. I feel like I’m drowning, and I’ve never been happier for the waves to come consume me.

“Touch your clit for me.”

My hand moves down on command, stroking it in tiny circles. Even that feels oversensitive. I back off a little, but then come back as he licks me over that other bundle of nerves.

I’m just able to glance between my spread legs to see him working his cock with his hand, up and down the impressive length and thickness, overtop the condom.

“Can’t wait to claim you here one day.”

He spits on my asshole, which should make me shrivel with distaste, and then his finger is there, running over that tight ring of muscle. He stops stroking his cock and pushes two fingers inside my pussy, scissoring them apart so I have the thickness I’ve been missing since he withdrew his cock, and then crooking them to try and find my G-spot.

The world goes inside out, and I see stars in the grass. I haven’t come yet, but I don’t even know what to do. I’m almost at oblivion, drowning in sensation, all of it so strong it’s almost impossible to keep my sanity and keep feeling it all at once. It’s impossible not to. He keeps me right there with him, right on the painful edge.

“Ronan,” I pant, his name sacred and beautiful in my mouth. It’s something he kept hidden and sacred and solely his. It’s such a beautiful treasure he’s given me. “Turn me around. I want to see you when I come.”

“I thought you wanted to be fucked into the dirt.” He pretends to be callous, but I can hear the emotion shaking his voice. “We both know I’m nothing to look at.”

I crank my head around and grin wickedly at him. “If you think that, then I haven’t done a good enough job with my compliments. You’re lovely.” He snorts, but I catch the hint of a grin. “I like that you’re huge and stacked. I love your muscles, your scars, your tattoos.”

“You’re into the bad boys.”

I flash him a dazzling smile that he can’t help but respond to. “I’m intoyouand only you. I’ve never known a more beautiful man in my life. You’re like this fine work of art, but the artist knew what real life was like. He grew up rough and he wanted the world to relate and so he created this masterpiece.”

Crack.

Ronan’s huge palm smacks across my ass. I yelp, even though the spank didn’t really hurt. It might make my cheek red, but all it did was sting a little.

“Here I am paying you compliments, and you decide to punish me?”

“I’ll punish you,cara.”He flips me over and lifts my legs, then pushes them back, opening me to him.

And the rest of the world, but there’s nothing out there but sky above us and grass beneath us.

He palms his cock, wrapping one hand around the base. He pumps himself hard once, twice, and then lines himself up with my entrance.

“Dio mio,” I whimper, waiting for that massive invasion to wreck me.

He grasps my chin. I shift my eyes from the clouds to his hard face and his soft brown eyes, blissed out and shiny. I’m doing that to him. I’m the one who he wants to fuck, who he can’t resist. I’m the one he wants to own and be owned by. It’s a heat of the moment thing, but I’ve never felt like I have a greater purpose than being with him right now in this way.

That scares the ever-loving shit out of me.

“You asked to see me, you’re going to watch me. You’re going to keep your eyes on me when I make you come, and when I reach that breaking point, you’re going to know that it was all you.”

He thrusts inside, but not brutally. He might give me dirty words, but he takes care with me. I still cry out, jacking off the ground, grasping his shoulders.

“Harder,” I pant. “Fucking harder, Ronan.”

I should be careful what I ask for, but holy freaking fuck, maybe not.

I’d rather throw my head back and grasp the grass, get my hair filthy with the earth, get it under my nails, and let him fill me and sate the burning need I’ve felt since I saw him standing outside in the rain, so big, so broken, so utterly mine. I wasn’t ready to claim him then, to be responsible for him, but I’m ready now.

The outside doesn’t dampen the sound of our fucking. If anything, it’s magnified out here. Every whimper, every moan, the sound of our skin slapping together, Ronan’s hard breaths.

I do as I was instructed and keep my eyes on him. He works his hips in perfect time with mine, finally letting my legs down so I can roll them up and grind them into him. His thrusts are brutal, filling me so hard that I can feel the friction between me and the grass. It’s going to be totally flat. I’m sorry in advance for the body shaped grass trauma I’m going to cause.

He breathes harder and faster, in time with his wicked thrusts. I’m so there, but I want to wait for him.

Ronan’s hips slam into mine, again, deeper, harder. Exactly the way I want him. He drives himself so deep on the last thrust that everything goes hazy.

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