Page 13 of Forbidden Valentine

“If I tell you, you need to keep it to yourself. Okay?”

“Okay. Okay. Tell me,” she says.

“Gunner Vega,” I say slowly. Gunner chuckles when she squeals in excitement.

“Pleasetell me you fucked him. Please,” she says happily.

“Veronica,” I say. “You’re on speaker.”

“I do not give a fuck. Did he fold your little ass or no?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say, laughing when she squeals and claps.

“Fuck yes, girl. He has been looking at you like he wants to bend you over his desk for ages. I love this,” she says. “I’ll bring you clothing, then you’ll tell me why you’re being evasive about dick breath?”

“Yeah, I will. Just… Please, keep the information to yourself. Okay? I am serious,” I say.

“I got you. You know that. Text me the address and I’ll be there soon,” she says. When we get off the call, I hand my phone to Gunner to send her his address.

“I’ll give you one of my shirts and we can go eat something,” he says, kissing me.

We go to the kitchen, and he sits me at his kitchen island before going to his fridge. I watch as he pulls out what he needs to makean omelet. He is lost in his own world as he prepares and begins cooking. It’s amazing to watch him do everything.

“You enjoy cooking,” I remark.

“I do. I used to cook a lot with my mom,” he says. “She taught me almost everything I know.”

“You look like you get lost when you are cooking,” I say. “I wouldn’t say I suck at cooking, but I do have an issue with overcooking everything. I’m afraid of poisoning myself, so everything is just a little overdone.”

“Well, I like my eggs overdone,” he says. “Wet eggs are gross to me. I’d prefer to just add hot sauce.”

“Same,” I smile.

Gunner prepares our food before coming around to sit with me. We eat in silence, but he has his hand on my thigh. He is gently stroking my leg and it’s making my pussy ache to be filled.

He glances over at me and smirks when he sees the state that I’m in. “You okay, Mila?” he asks innocently.

“I’m going to need you to bend me over your couch or something,” I say seriously.

“Finish eating,” he says with a grin.

I do as he has asked, and I finish eating my food. After, he takes my plate and rinses everything off and puts it away in thedishwasher. Before walking out of the kitchen, he pulls me close and kisses me deeply. “You are a wonderful cook,” I say.

“You’ve only tried my eggs, but thank you,” he chuckles.

We walk into the living room and as I walk around the couch to sit, he pushes me over the arm and pushes his fingers into me. “My love, you are already dripping,” he says as he pushes deeper.

“Oh God, I love your hands,” I moan. I have my head in my arms as he fucks me with his fingers. As soon as he pulls out, he grabs my hips and suddenly slams his cock into me. I scream out “Fuck!” He chuckles as he starts pounding into me.

“God, you are so fucking tight,” he grits. “This is my sweet little cunt. You want that?”

“Fuck. Yes. Oh God, it’s yours. Please, fuck me hard,” I beg.

Gunner suddenly quickens his pace and shoves deeper as I scream into my arms. It feels so damn good to be used by him. My moans are unhinged and damn near feral and only get louder as he rails me into his couch.

“Oh fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh, Gunner! Please!”

He growls as he grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head back as he goes harder and harder until it finally breaks, and we both come together. By the time he pulls out of me and has me stand, I am dazed.

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