Page 147 of Gunner

“Come back to me, baby.”

Snapping my gaze to his, I let the tears flow.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I cried.

“What are you sorry for, little lamb?” He pressed the tip of his dick into me again, going a little further before pulling back, but not completely out.

“I’m s-sorry... for... being a... brat, sir.”

Gunner slammed into me at my confession, and I screamed. It fucking hurt. But it was also ecstasy. Never had I felt so full. There was the obvious sensation, because Gunner was freaking huge like the rest of him, but it was more than that.

My heart was full; my soul felt complete. For the first time in my life, I felt loved. Cherished. I knew my parents loved me, but this was different. They were required to. And while I was aware that not every parent loved their child because they created them, I also accepted that mine loved me for that reason.

They didn’t choose me.

Not the way Gunner had.

He pursued me.

Ok, he stalked me. But there was a certain messed-up allure to the fact that someone was so obsessed with you they wanted to know your every move. Your every thought.

But it was more.

He craved my safety. My happiness. He craved my soul.

“Give me your fucking eyes, Haizley.”

I stared up into his green orbs that were normally dark when he was aroused. Now they glittered. I would even venture to say they sparkled. His eyes shined down, allowing me to see the light behind them. This man didn’t just want to own me. He wanted to consume me. His eyes told me everything as I stared into the depths of his soul.

I didn’t need to hear his words.

I could see his love for me as bright as the sun.

“I love you, Michael.”

“Fuck, Haizley.”

He grabbed my knees and pulled them up around his waist, allowing him to plunge deeper into me.

Picking up his pace, he rocked inside me. My hands reached out to cover his cheeks. I wanted his eyes on me when I broke. I wanted him to see what he had done to me. What I was giving him.

My submission.

My surrender.

My love.

“Come for me, Haizley. Soak my fucking cock with your cream. I want to feel you everywhere.”

Raising my hips to meet his, I met him thrust for thrust. My fourth orgasm raced to the top, only to wash over me like a tidal wave as I screamed, “MICHAEL!”

The sound of my scream pushed him over the edge, and he drove into me deeply. His muscles contracted, and he threw his head back with a primal roar as he came hard inside me.

The cords on his neck protruded, and I worried he might have had a stroke. Then, his body began to relax, and he laid his forehead against mine.

“Holy fucking shit,” he cursed. “I haven’t come from missionary since I was a teenager. You’ll be the death of me, Haizley Walker. But what a fucking way to go.”

I giggled at his words. He left the bed to take care of the condom and climbed back in, pulling me tightly to his chest. Kissing the top of my head, I thought he would doze off until I heard his voice quietly speak the words I longed to hear.

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