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Why did my body respond to his commands so easily? I had no choice but to lift up on my elbows so I could watch him.

He dipped his head, licking me from my entrance to my clit without ever taking his eyes off mine. It was the single hottest moment of my life. When his tongue played with the bar thatwent through the hood of my clit, obeying his command became the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.

My eyelids begged to close. But he kept his gaze on me, preventing me from even blinking, afraid I would miss something. Taking the piercing in his mouth, he flipped his tongue over the ball, making it tap against my clit.

My breaths came in a heavy pant as the tension built inside me. His nose nudged the piercing as his tongue delved inside my wet entrance and lapped at the moisture that pooled there.

I didn’t know how much more I could take. Gunner had complete control over my body.

“Come for me, Haizley. Let me taste your cream.”

I couldn’t hold out any longer. My eyes closed of their own volition and my arms gave out. My hands fisted the blanket beneath my body as my back arched and I moaned and writhed through his ministrations.

Every muscle in my body contracted as I stiffened, and stars exploded behind my eyes. I wasn’t naturally a loud person. And it wasn’t any different when I orgasmed. I moaned Gunner’s name, and I shattered.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Gunner

Haizley struggled to obey my command, and that made me feel ten fucking feet tall. The club girls all knew I had certain, let’s say proclivities in the bedroom.

They did their best to accommodate my needs, but they were in it to get off. They weren’t in for me, not like Haizley.

She might have thought her body obeyed for her pleasure, but looking beyond the surface, her desire to please me couldn’t be more evident.

That desire fueled mine.

When her body shattered, she flooded my mouth, and I came in my jeans like a fucking teenager having his first wet dream. I was thirty-six fucking years old, and this tiny woman had me losing control of every faculty I had.

“Christ, that was fucking beautiful.”

Crawling up over her body, I kissed a path as I went. Stopping at her magnificent tits, I lapped over her breasts and wondered if she had ever considered getting her nipples pierced.

When I made my way to lay down next to her, I stared at her. She was gorgeous, but right now she had this peaceful look that I wanted to see every fucking second of the day.

With my head resting on my hand and my elbow pressed into the mattress, I watched her while my fingers caressed her thigh. The shiver that racked her body told me she was still awake, and it made me wonder if she was ever this relaxed in sleep.

My ego hoped she wasn’t. I wanted to be the solitary source of her peace. My arrogance demanded her every emotion to be determined by my actions. I wanted it all. Her pleasure, her peace, even her pain, knowing I would do everything I could to prevent her from being hurt.

Haizley opened one eye and peered up at me.

“Why are you still dressed?”

I grinned at her. “You wanna see my body, baby?”

“Well... I mean, I figured we weren’t done. What about you?”

“Baby, I came when you did.”

Sitting up, she knocked into me, forcing me to lay on my back next to her while her eyes traveled down my body.

“How? You’re still fully dressed?”

“Baby, watching you explode made me come in my jeans like a fucking kid. That’s how much I loved eating your pussy.”

She fell back on the bed, whispering, “You can’t be real.”

Grabbing her hand, I pressed it against my wet crotch.

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