Page 146 of Gunner

I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. A sweet, heavy flavor that seduced me into wanting more of him. I wanted to swallow him the way he devoured me.

“Gunner,” I murmured against his lips.

“What, baby?”

“I want you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I want you inside me, Gunner. I want to feel you split me apart. Wreck me completely.”

“Patience, my little lamb.” He slid two fingers into my pussy while his hand ground against my clit. My hips arched up, wanting to add to the pressure, but he only laughed low and deep as he lifted his hand when I lifted my body, keeping me from applying the pressure I so desperately needed. I moved my hand over his, pressing him against me.

“Nuh-uh, little lamb. I told you, the wolf is in control.”

Grabbing my hands, he lifted them over my head. Holding them together with one hand, he looked deep into my eyes and whispered, “If I have to, I will restrain you. You would be fucking sexy all trussed up.”

My body was once again racked by tremors as I imagined what it would be like to surrender completely. To let him control my movements by tying me to his bed.

“Yes,” I whispered without restraint.

I wanted that.

I wanted him to consume me.

To rule over me completely.

Gunner leaned over me, covering my body with his. I felt his hard erection against my pussy and whimpered for more. Again, I lifted myself, trying to force my own agenda. Focused only on my own needs.

A sharp pain shot through my breast and my eyes shot to the man above me.

“Submit to me, little lamb. Don’t test the wolf. You will not survive.” Then he slammed his mouth against my own. He violently shoved his tongue between my lips in a bruising assault that only served to fuel my hunger for him.

I could feel my fluid leaking down between the crack of my cheeks. I was ready for him.

“Gunner, please,” I begged, desperate for him to end his torment.

He only laughed more, taunting me with his strength, knowing there was no way I could overpower him and take what I so desperately desired.

“Patience, baby,” he cooed as he grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against my piercing, mocking me. After covering his hardness with my arousal, he pressed the tip against my entrance.

“Please,” I groaned.

He pushed forward, allowing only the tip to enter. Releasing a groan of his own, I smiled in victory, believing he wouldn’t have the restraint to continue his taunting.

I was fucking wrong.

When he pulled away from me, tears filled my eyes at the emptiness I felt. Why was he playing with me? Drawing out my pleasure was a cruel punishment.

That was it.

This was a fucking punishment.

I quickly thought back to how many times he had to remind me I wasn’t in control. He wanted me to obey. He wanted my complete surrender. That was how I would get what I wanted.

But could I do it?

Could I really lay back and let him use my body the way he wanted? Every other guy wanted my participation. They wanted me to do the work. Wanted me to get them off without any thought to my own pleasure.

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