Page 180 of Gunner

“Your man knows how to get shit done, babe. Do I have to remind you of that?” Case in point the way I was thrusting into him, my hips meeting his ass with force. Ben’s moans filled the bathroom, and he spread his legs wider.

“Fuck, Gunner,” he groaned, digging his fingers into the sink as I pounded into him relentlessly. Ben’s moans turned into desperate cries. He arched his back, his muscles tensing beneath my hands.

Then I slowed down.

“We’re getting off topic,” I said, fighting the urge to unload inside him. “You were telling me what you wanted to happen to Getty.”

Ben grunted. “It’s my fault. I knew you were always a sadist. Will you quit playing and fuck me?”

“I’m trying, but you won’t talk to me.”

He groaned and set his jaw in a stubborn line. I ran my hand down the center of his sweaty back, and a shiver ran through him.

“You’re not playing fair.”

“Stay on track, Ben.”

“You tell me. If he stays in prison, he gets three square meals a day, living on the taxpayers’ dime.”

“Or.” I punched up, loving the pants he couldn’t restrain. “I can have him become the bitch of his cell block for life. Make him wish he’d never crossed paths with you.”

“You can do that?”

“Am I not your man?” I clutched his hips and thrust into him with renewed vigor.

Ben gasped. “Yeah, you are.”

“Then Imma make it happen for you, Ben. Just as I’m gonna make other things happen.”

A wave of possessiveness washed over me as I gave in to what we both wanted, working my cock inside him with swift, stabbing strokes. The sound of our bodies colliding and Ben’s breathless cries reverberated against the bathroom walls.

“Dammit, Gun.” He grasped his dick and stroked himself. “Oh my god.”

As our bodies moved in a primal rhythm, I held his gaze in the mirror. The reflection showed a mixture of hunger and desperation as we raced toward the peak. Ben’s moans grew louder, and his body quivered under my touch, his muscles contracting around me like a vise.

“Fuck, Ben,” I moaned. “You gotta come…”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, thrusting wildly until I was at the edge. With a hiss, I pulled out of him and offloaded on his perky ass. Ropes of cum hit his skin, dripping into his crack. Releasing my dick, I spread his cheeks apart and watched the cum trickle over his hole.

My mouth watered. The sight of Ben’s cum-glazed hole sent a surge of desire through me. Without a moment’s hesitation, I dropped to my knees behind him, keeping him spread open. His legs trembled with anticipation.

I leaned in and traced a slow, teasing line along the curve of his ass with my tongue. I savored every taste of Ben, lapping the cum that flavored his entrance. With a moan, I delved my tongue deeper, exploring the texture of him.

“Fuck, Gunner.” Ben reached back, digging his fingers into my hair and pressing my head firmly to his ass as I ate him out. His body responded to every flick of my tongue. The tension built in him, the need for release consuming him as he rocked his hips back.

Ben came with a roar, his hole tightening around my tongue. I kept licking him and stroking his perineum with the pads of my fingers until he collapsed over the sink in a trembling mess.

I kissed his cheeks, nipped the round flesh with my teeth, and licked up what was left of my cum, then rose to my feet. Gently pulling back his head, I squeezed his jaw and, when he opened up for me, spat the cum into his mouth.

“It’s yours.”

Ben swallowed and kissed me. I turned him around and wrapped my arms around his waist until he was flush up against me.

“Dammit, Gunner,” he said against my lips. “Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

“Took years and years of practice.”

He punched me in the gut, and I grimaced. “Next time don’t ask.”

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