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“Oh yeah?” With one sweep of my leg, I was back on the couch on my knees instead of straddling him. Gunner moved quickly, positioning himself behind me, grabbing my hips, and driving his cock inside.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, subduing me by clutching the back of my neck. “Not until you finish what you started. Spread those legs wider for me.”

I complied, my breath coming in gasps as he moved faster. My whimpers turned into desperately loud groans as our bodies smacked together with each thrust.

“Goddamn.” Gunner slapped my right cheek hard with his free hand.Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Fuck.” That stung, but it heightened my pleasure and distracted me from the roughness of Gunner’s cock plowing into my ass. With my legs spread so wide, I was given no mercy. His thick shaft penetrated me harder and deeper until he had to grab my shoulders to avoid me crashing into the wall.

I’d never been fucked so thoroughly in my life. Whenever I thought the pressure was too much and tried to ease his strokes by moving forward, he shifted right with me until I was practically riding the back of the couch, and he was standing on the sofa, clutching my hips and keeping my hole in direct alignment with his cock.

“Fuck!” I cried out as my climax slammed into me from out of nowhere, and my body shook uncontrollably. Gunner moaned and continued to pound into me, prolonging my orgasm, which rolled over me in a huge wave, followed by a series of mini ones that sapped my energy.

Spent, I slumped against the back of the sofa, one hand pressed to the wall for balance. Gunner spread my cheeks and worked the sensitive head of his cock in rapid strokes. With a roar, he plunged to the hilt inside me and filled me to the brink with his cum.

Gunner tumbled back into a heap on the couch, pulling me on top of him. We were breathing too hard to talk, but he linked our fingers, and that was all I needed. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall on his chest.

I jerked awake when he squeezed my ass.

“This couch is uncomfortable as fuck,” he said. “Do you want to wash up or go straight to bed?”

“Straight to bed.”

Gunner stumbled, and I limped to the bed, my ass aching. I moaned as I climbed onto the bed.

“Zeus is gone,” Gunner said. “Somebody probably woke him up with their moaning. Sheesh. You were really loud.”

“Very funny. I’d like to see you take your size and not make a grunt.”

Chuckling, Gunner rolled closer to me, lifted my leg, and draped it over his hip. He leaned into me and kissed me, rubbing my ass with his free hand. Two fingers slipped between my crack and gently played with my hole.

I squirmed. “Gunner—”

“Shh, don’t stop me.”

I fell silent and closed my eyes, allowing him to explore my bruised hole with his fingers. It was kind of soothing.

“Gun.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been thinking.”

His fingers stopped.

“No, don’t stop.”

I knew he grinned, even though I had my eyes closed. “Okay, I won’t.”

“While talking to Saint, I realized something. Someone might want me dead, but they want you to take the fall for these crimes.”

“Well, they failed.”

“But after the lengths they’ve gone through, I don’t think they’ll stop.”

“What are you saying?”

“You need to ensure you have an alibi wherever you are. Someone who can vouch for you. Be seen in public.”

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