Page 91 of Gunner

When he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, every ounce of fight I had in me dissipated. His mouth caressed mine as his tongue fought for entrance. I relented once I felt his erection against my pussy. God, I was so fucking weak when it came to Gunner. The jeans we both wore did nothing to hide his size as he pulled my hips back and forth against him.

“Are you wet, baby?”

“Always,” I groaned without thought.

“Poor little lamb hasn’t been able to touch herself in weeks, has she?”

“No,” I whimpered.

Indie had suggested that not even I touch my piercing until it healed. So my body was a tightrope, ready to snap.

“Let me touch you, Haizley.”

“Yes,” I moaned into his mouth.

His hand fisted in my hair and pain shot through my scalp as he held it tight, angling my head where he wanted it to deepen the kiss. I was powerless against him and the way his mouth claimed mine.

He released my hair and moved both hands to grip my hips. His fingertips slipped beneath my shirt, whispering a caress along my back. The feel of his hands on my skin was so hot it almost burned, and I was unable to stop him from taking what he wanted.

I allowed myself to admit, if only to myself, that I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted to give up control to Gunner.

For once in my life, I wanted to let someone decide for me.

So, when Gunner lifted my shirt, my arms went up, giving him the clearance he needed to remove it completely. With my shirt gone, Gunner wasted no time unhooking and removing my bra. His large hands cupped my breasts, and he growled.

“You’re perfect, baby.”

That was a line. I wasn’t perfect. I knew that was something guys said to keep you aroused. To keep you in the moment and feeling good. I didn’t care. I loved hearing his praise.

His thumbs caressed my nipples, causing them to pucker, and I released a sound I had never heard before. The moan only grew louder, more primal when he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked.

“Oh God.”

“Not God, baby. Gunner.” He chuckled before moving to the other breast. As he suckled, I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands to coax him closer to me.

Before I knew what was happening, Gunner had lifted me off his lap, standing me once again between his legs. He continued his assault on my nipples as his hands deftly slipped the button of my jeans through the loop and slid them, along with my panties, down to my ankles.

Grabbing me around my waist, he stood, lifting me off the floor and tossing me back onto the bed. Landing with a bounce, my mind was hazy as he quickly pulled my jeans off, and I lay there, speechless, completely naked to his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Gunner wrapped his hands around my ankles, spreading my legs, getting his first look at the most intimate part of me.

“Jesus, that is a pretty pussy.” He kneeled on the floor and pulled me to the edge.

“It’s only been a month.”

“The healing is four to six weeks, baby. Let’s pray you’re a fast healer.”

My eyes closed in mortification. I had never been laid bare while a man inspected me. Other than the gynecologist. But even then, I had a paper gown offering some modicum of modesty.

My hands covered my face until I heard Gunner growl, “Eyes on me, baby.”

When I didn’t move, Gunner slapped my pussy, right on my piercing.

“Fuck!” Lifting my head, I glared at him.

“Don’t fucking ignore me, Haizley. I want your eyes on me while I eat this pussy.”

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