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“Mason.”

The fingers tightened in my hair, clutching the strands too hard. “What the—” My head was pulled back. I blinked my eyes open and stared into the harsh features of Gunner’s face.

He looked pissed.

Nothing new.

“Gunner, what are you doing here? What time is it?”

“Time for you to repay your gratitude,” he snarled. “Didn’t I tell you what my payment would be for helping you out tonight?”

“How the hell did you get in? I locked the door.”

He grinned. “There’s no door that can keep me out once you’re on the other side, Chief.”

Was that alcohol on his breath? “You’re drunk.”

“Buzzed, thanks to you, but not drunk. Don’t worry. I can still get it up. Don’t know what it is about you, Witter, but I can’t help getting hard around you.” He tugged on my hair and propelled me forward out of the chair. “Come on, get down on your knees.”

I must have still been in a sleepy haze. The next thing I knew I was down on my knees, neck craning awkwardly because of the way he held my hair. Gunner fumbled with his jeans with one hand, working his cock free more quickly than one working limb should have made possible.

A thick veiny cock smacked my lips.

“Now wait—”

Gunner grabbed his cock and shoved it into my mouth. I widened my lips automatically to avoid clamping my teeth down on his dick, though it would have served him right.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” he said, sounding disgusted. “You got the lips for cock sucking. Don’t tell me they’re a waste on you.”

Gunner yanked at my hair, and pain shot through me. I groaned, giving him the perfect opportunity to ram his cock down my throat, almost choking me.

“That’s it. Open wide, and let me use that smartass mouth of yours. Did I mention how good you look on your knees? Ugh, fuck yes.”

Despite him denying it earlier, he sounded drunk. Manic, wild, and loose lipped.

And I didn’tnotlike it.

I didn’t even mind his rough handling or him scalping me. His cock felt weighty against my tongue, the breadth of it stretching my lips until I drooled onto the floor, unable to take another inch of him, and still he forced it, lacing his fingers behind my head and jackknifing into my mouth.

Gunner snapped his hips fast. Each time the ring that topped off the soft glans of the head of his dick scraped my throat, I fought against my gag reflex. My eyes watered, and tears ran down my cheeks. The back of my throat burned, and my nose stung as I struggled to breathe.

“Who would have thought,” Gunner said, “the chief of police would make such a good cocksucker? You gonna wring every bit of cum out of my cock, Witter? You wanna drown in my cum?”

Oh fuck. My nipples tingled. I couldn’t help it. I pushed my hands under my shirt and rubbed them to get rid of the ache, but it didn’t work. They just grew more pebbled.

With a groan, I slipped a hand into my shorts and stroked my cock.

“Take it out,” Gunner said hoarsely. “Stroke your dick, but you can’t come until I do. If you come before me, I’ll never let you taste my dick again, and that’d be a real shame.”

I slicked my palm over my dick. I didn’t need his cock again, so what did it matter to me if I came before him? Yet when I peaked, I slowed my strokes.

“Is your ass still sore?” Gunner asked.

I nodded. No way could I take him again without making it worse. Gunner’s dick was something you worked your way up to, and he’d pushed me to take it all today already.

“I’ll just nut in your mouth, then.”

Years of cock-sucking experience hadn’t prepared me for Gunner. Fuck, this was no blow job. Sucking was hardly involved. He didn’t give me a chance to. Gunner used my mouthlike he’d done my ass earlier—like a fuckhole. He drilled the back of my throat until the natural-sounding moans emanating from me turned hoarse and animalistic.

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