Page 59 of Boss of Me
When we reach the master suite, he carries me across the gleaming wood floor and lowers me to the center of a bed big enough to have its own zip code. The bedside lamp is on, and there’s a book lying open on the nightstand.
Leaning over me, Gunner slowly peels off my tiny pajama shorts, baring my pussy to his gaze.
The wild, dark look in his eyes intensifies the pulsing ache in my core. I want to feel him against me, on top of me, deep inside me, the weight of his big body pressing down on mine.
“Gunner,” I whisper, my voice a plea.
He stares down at me, his eyes glittering with a feral hunger that should have made me get up and run. “You don’t know howmuch I want you, Marlowe. Your taste. Your skin. Every inch of your beautiful body, every sweet dip and curve. Since the night we met, I’ve been dying to make love to you. I need you so fucking bad it hurts.”
Oh. My.God.
He pushes my thighs apart with his forearms and kneels between my legs. When he touches his tongue to my hooded clit, I arch off the bed with a strangled gasp.
“Sweet little kitten,” he rumbles, his eyes searing into mine. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll feel me for days.”
“Oh God,” I whimper, so turned on I can barely see straight.
He slides his hot tongue around my clit, sucks it softly and then harder. The sensation has me crying out, my belly spasming and my nipples tightening into hard, tingling knots.
He licks me again, his tongue flicking at my pussy lips and teasing them apart so he can taste my juices. I gasp his name, my head thrashing against the pillow that smells like him.
He growls something dirty and grips my ass, holding me to his mouth as his tongue lashes at my sensitized clit like it’s forbidden fruit, making my entire body sizzle.
Moaning with pleasure, I cup my aching breast and tweak my nipple with my thumb, my other hand fisting in the sheets.
When he slides one thick finger inside me and twists, my eyes roll back in my head. He inserts another finger and sucks my clit as I pant and moan, riding his face with desperate little jerks of my hips.
“That’s good, baby. So fucking good.” He consumes me like he can’t get enough, nibbling and sucking, licking and tormenting until I’m ready to scream. When he spears me fully with his tongue, I shatter against his mouth, throwing back my head with a keening wail.
He holds my shaking thighs apart as he laps up my juices, tonguing my pussy to draw out my pleasure.
As I slowly drift back down to earth, I open my eyes to find him above me. His mouth slants over mine, slick and warm with my scent.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he rumbles. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good.” He nuzzles my breasts, lavishing attention on my puckered nipples. “I get tested regularly, and I’m always clean. I’ll wear a condom tonight, but I can’t promise to remember every time. That’s how crazy you drive me.”
I quiver at his words before he pulls away and shoves down his pajama bottoms, his cock bouncing free.
I can’t stop the moan that leaves my throat. He has the biggest, most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s long, thick and deliciously veiny. I’m practically drooling, eager to lap up the glistening bead at the tip.
He grabs a condom from the nightstand drawer, tears open the packet and deftly sheaths himself. Then he stretches out over me, powerful arms braced on either side of my head as he settles between my thighs.
With his velvet-blue eyes locked on mine, he drags the fat head of his cock along my slit. I suck in air, my stomach clenching with arousal and anticipation.
He enters me slowly, so slowly, stretching me to the limits.
“Gunner,” I moan as my muscles clamp around him.
“God, you’re soaked.” He pushes deeper into me, his big muscular thighs spreading my legs wider. It feels so good, so illicitly erotic, that tears spring to my eyes.
He strokes my hair, watching me intensely as he pulls out on a slow slide. “You okay, baby?”
I bob my head quickly and lock my ankles behind his back, giving him an enthusiastic green light to proceed.
He pushes back in so slowly I think I might lose my mind. Then he begins a steady rhythm, the rounded muscles of his ass clenching as he thrusts in and out of me.
