Page 5 of Her Grumpy Bartender

I was asking for trouble.A lotof trouble.

Yet didn’t we all deserve some fun once in a while?

I moved closer to her like I’d been doing all night, wanting, no needing to be near her. It was like I had no control over my legs.

Gemma looked up at me through her long, beautiful eyelashes. “I don’t do relationships. My focus is on my daughter and my mother.”

I reached up and placed my hand on the side of her face, my thumb brushing over her cheekbone. She was so damn gorgeous it hurt.

“I’m not asking for a relationship. Maybe fulfill some needs…help each other out with gigs here at the bar…” I trailed my fingers down, and when my hand reached the delicate skin on her neck, she broke out into little goose bumps, which only drove me crazier.

“Fine, but you have to promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You promise not to fall in love with me.”

A burst of laughter came forth, and I quickly clamped it down. “Me fall in love? Doubtful. More like you should promise me that.”

Gemma chuckled. “Typical male response.”

“Hey, I’m not your typical male. You’re about to find out.” I grabbed her waist with both hands and fused my mouth to hers. Our tongues found each other and danced together like long-lost partners who finally came together. Soft little moans came from her throat, and I swallowed them down greedily, pressing our bodies against one another, wanting to become one.

I wanted to feel her naked skin against me, feel her breasts rub against my chest. Breaking our kiss to remove my shirt, I tossed it behind me and went right for her mouth once more, her sweet lips like candy. I couldn’t get enough.

Her hands found my chest and ran over the hard muscles of my biceps down to my washboard stomach. She moved backward, our lips popping apart, swollen and bruised, and her eyes moved down my torso. “Wow,” she muttered under her breath, and I snickered to myself.

Gemma’s fingers moved along my ink, my chest covered in designs much like my arms, neck, and back. I sported a few leg tattoos, but most of my ink was on my top half, and I could see Gemma was enjoying herself.

When she stopped suddenly, I watched her peel off her guitar and gently set it down. Then she removed her top, revealing a lacy pink bra underneath. If my dick wasn’t hard before, it certainly was now. The swell of her breasts over the top of the cups made my mouth water, and I braced myself as her hands reached around the back and undid the clasp.

Her breasts tumbled out, and I leaned back on my desk for support, the sight nearly taking my breath away. Large areolas surrounded perfect, taut, pink nipples, and I was dying insidefor a taste. My cock strained beneath my pants, and I rubbed my hand over the top of my jeans, needing the friction badly.

With a wag of my finger, she stepped between my legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands found her soft, ample breasts, cupping and squeezing while my thumbs ran over her pert nipples. I brushed my lips against hers, then down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses until I reached her nipples. I sucked and nipped at each one while she straddled one of my legs and rubbed her pussy against it.

It was hot as fuck.

With her skirt hiked up, I could feel the warmth and wetness from between her legs.

That was it.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

Ineededto be balls deep inside her.

With quick movements, I pushed off my desk, turned around, took one arm, and made a huge sweeping motion, everything on the surface tumbling to the floor.

Gemma laughed from behind me, and when I turned back around, she had taken off her skirt, leaving only a lacy pink thong. I shed my pants and boxers, and that was when I heard a loud gasp.

“Holy shit.” Gemma said as she took in the size of my cock. She licked her lips, and it nearly threw me over the edge right then and there.

I grasped her waist and lifted her onto the desk, sprawling her out flat on her back. Standing between her legs, I ripped off her thong and tossed it over my shoulder. Placing each one of her legs on my shoulders, I buried my face in the wet, warm folds of her pussy, her taste better than I could’ve ever imagined.

My tongue latched onto her clit, and I sucked and licked and sucked some more, exploring every inch of her sensitive pink skin. My tongue dipped inside and out, licked up her seam, anddown to her ass. Her hands gripped my head, and she ground her wet pussy against my face and beard, riding my face hard with her pussy.

“Oh my God, oh my God, Max!” Gemma cried out as she humped my face, her juices soaking my beard and tongue.

Her orgasm peaked a few moments later, and Gemma’s entire body shook while the waves of pleasure rolled through her. But she didn’t stop. She rode my face harder, orgasming over and over while I greedily lapped it all up.

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