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I pulled away from him, and his cock slipped out of my ass. I felt empty and unfulfilled as I tried to crawl out from under him.

“I’m not done with you.”

Hiding my smile, I glanced over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow. He was scowling at me. “No? Because it felt like it.”

His nostrils flared as he shoved against my back, planting me flat on the bed and mounting me. Lying on top of me, he bit my ear. “One way or another, I’m going to make you beg. Maybe not today but someday.”

He shoved his cock back inside me. My eyes rolled over, and I pushed up into the thrust. Shifting us onto our sides, he raised my right leg and snapped his hips fast.

The protest on my lips against the new position, which I wasn’t so fond of, died on my gasping breath. At this new angle, his strokes were bolder, deeper.

“Fuck,” I cried, trying to shy away from his thrust. I’d been wrong. He hadn’t been giving me his full length before, and in his quest to make me beg, he was past caring. His touch was no longer patient or gentle. No longer accommodating. He wanted, so he took, grunting like a wild beast as he hammered inside me.

“Fuck, Gun—” I couldn’t get his full name out. I needed my mouth for better things, like moaning and simultaneously groaning from the pressure in my ass. Everything was too much. He was too much. Just like I knew he would be.

I pressed a hand behind me into his stomach, intending to push him off, but my hand grazed muscles. Muscles I ran myfingertips over. He was so well built. Hot even. I couldn’t get enough of touching his tightly formed pecs.

“Oh god!” I sank my fingers into his muscles when he thrust too deep.

“Yes,” he growled. “This the best goddamn pussy I’ve been in for a long time.”

I wanted to cover my ears and drown him out. His words infuriated me. And equally made my breathing quicken.

“Stroking in and out of that goddamn pussy like it was made for me,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, taunting me. He slapped my ass. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

“You’re deliberately”—I wheezed—“trying to piss me off.”

“Is it working?”

Fuck, if only I had the willpower to get off the bed and remain unfulfilled, but I’d been wrong. A big cock wasn’t overrated after all. At least not when the man knew how to use it to inflict both pain and pleasure at the same time. It did hurt, but not enough for me to tell him to stop. Not when my orgasm built.

I can forget him. Think about somebody else. Pretend he’s someone else.

I tried to conjure Mason in my head. The man I’d loved more than anything and anyone in this world.

“Gonna stretch that pussy out so you’ll feel me for days.”

Mason’s face. I couldn’t see him. Not with Gunner’s voice in my ear. Not with him plowing inside me, grunting and moaning. Not with his scent filling my nostrils.

All I could think about was Gunner and how much he was driving me to the brink of insanity and me not even wanting him to stop.

“Gun—” A hoarse cry ripped from my throat. I palmed my cock and stroked, helping myself over the cliff. To escape him. But there was no escape. He kept thrusting wildly, tunneling his way up against my prostate. Goose bumps spread over my skin, andmy vision went black as I gushed my seed on my thigh and the bed.

“Which one of us fucks you better?” The words floated in my semiconscious state. I couldn’t tell if they came from my imagination or Gunner’s lips.

Gunner pushed a hand beneath me and hooked my neck in the crook of his arm in a chokehold. Panic seized me. Was this a ploy to get my guard down?

I could read the headlines.

Acting Chief of Police Strangled by A Notorious Outlaw Biker President After Best Orgasm of His Life.

I grabbed his arm, but he held on tight.

“Don’t fight it,” he whispered into my ear. “It’s only fair I get to come too. I’ve been thinking of this since that first day we met.”

He’d been thinking of sex with me since then? Shit. The memory of the first time hit me hard. He’d been crude and propositioned me right in front of the rest of the cops. What the hell kind of man had I just come for?

“Gunner.” I gasped. “Don’t do it.”

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