Page 144 of Gunner

“Don’t you come, little lamb. The wolf is enjoying his meal.”

I sucked her clit and piercing into my mouth, flicking them both as she struggled to maintain her composure. I wanted her wrecked. I wanted her to fall apart and be destroyed.

Sliding my arms under her knees, I reached my hands up to cover her tits. Kneading them as my mouth devoured her. They weren’t huge, but they were enough for me. She was a tiny woman, barely five and a half feet tall. Every limb felt as if it would break, that my grip would crush her if I held on too tight. She surprised me with her strength, though. My little lamb wouldn’t break easily.

But she would break for me.

I would make sure of it.

Her back arched, and a wild moan slipped from her throat. My fingers pinched and twisted her nipples. I hadn’t tasted them yet, and the anticipation had the head of my cock leaking.

My tongue pierced her entrance, and her feet gave her purchase to lift her hips off the bed. Placing a heavy arm over her hips, I held her down while I tormented her. Never giving her a moment to come down from the rising tension that caused her muscles to lock up.

Her body was strung tight, her breathing fast and erratic. I knew she was close. I debated pulling back, letting her ease back down before pushing her back to the edge.

No, I’d teased her enough. Instead, I lifted my mouth and slipped a finger inside her hot, tight cunt, curling it up to the soft fleshy area that I knew would cause her body to detonate.

I rasped out, “Come for me, Haizley.”

And fuck, if she didn’t drench me when her body exploded. The scream that I wrenched from her core when I finally gave her permission settled deep inside me. I had to grab my dick and squeeze that fucker so hard to stop my own release, I thought I might cause permanent damage.

I kept my finger inside her, forcing a second orgasm as she clamped down with her release, and all I could think about was how fucking much I wanted to feel her strangle my dick. How I wanted her to choke the cum from me, sucking me dry with her pussy.

Fuck!

I needed to pull back. I just didn’t want to; so I dove back in, pushing her back toward the edge. Removing my fingers, I sucked at her entrance. I wanted every drop of her release on my tongue.

“Gunner... stop,” she panted. “I can’t... take... any more.”

“You can, baby. Give me another one. I want it all. Every fucking drop.”

Her fists slammed against the bed, and her head thrashed with a third release. The woman was stronger than she looked. She came so hard that even with my heavy arm over her, she launched her hips up and off the bed as her body strained and tensed.

She was fucking beautiful, and the way her body responded to mine was magical. Ghost was right. Pussy could be fucking magic.

Haizley’s sure was.

I wanted to fucking live between her knees. Bathe in her release every fucking hour. Fuck work. Fuck the club. I wasnever leaving this bed and this fucking woman who called to my soul the first fucking night we met.

“Haizley,” I called from the end of the bed. The only response was the sound of her deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell deeply.

“You ok, baby?”

“No. I’m dead. You killed me. Sent me to heaven.”

I chuckled at her dramatic response. Crawling up her body, I stopped to finally feel her nipples between my teeth. I nipped lightly, knowing her body was a raw nerve after the way she just came.

I slowly licked at her tits. Flicking her nipple with the slightest pressure.

“Gunner, I can’t,” she protested weakly. She had no fight left.

“You can, baby.”

Holding myself up with my elbows against the bed, I looked at the gorgeous creature under me. Her eyes were closed, her head turned to the side like even the idea of holding it up wasn’t possible.

The peace that radiated from my woman after she came was almost as beautiful as the rapture she displayed as her body finally gave in to my ministrations.

“Haizley, are you on the pill?”

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