Page 16 of Riding Dirty

He reaches out for my body, and I hold his cock with one hand and lower down slowly. I expect it to feel the same, but it doesn’t. There’s a tighter seal here.

He’s deeper. So much deeper.

I slide my hips back and forth, rocking on his length as I scrub my fingers through the hair on his chest.

I thought I’d exploded before, but this is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can see his face.His tormented face. The face of a man who’s trying to control himself.

His voice shakes as he says, “You’re so tight. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

“Come inside of me, Gunner. I want you!”

His eyes glaze over like his brain has gone off-line. “Come for me, little one. Come hard.”

I bounce and slide on his cock as he flicks my nipples with this thumb and growls out under his breath.

I’ve never felt so enamored by another human in my life. I’ve never felt so safe. I’ve never felt more myself than I do right here, right now, about to come on his big, thick cock.

My fingers dig into his chest hair as I squeeze hold of his dick and fly into an orgasm so deep that I’m spilling hot, sticky wetness all over him. In my head, I’d planned a scenario where I arched my back, feathered through my hair, and grabbed a breast as my mouth draped open. Instead, I’m flailing around like I’ve lost control of my body.

Unmetered moans, aching sighs, bouncing hips, unrestrained movements. I’m a mess, and though these aren’t porn star moves, Gunner doesn’t seem to mind.

He grips my hips tight and thrusts upward, groaning out so loud I swear they must be hearing him down on Main Street. When he said it had been a while, I didn’t believe him. I figured a guy like Gunner must have someone on the regular, but the way he’s coming, his story might be true.

“Lick me clean.” His tone is deep and ragged, and though I’ve been thoroughly satisfied, my clit throbs at the thought of tasting our come together on his manhood.

I slide between his legs and land my tongue on his balls, licking upward as he jumps in place. Everything about this is perfect. I lick again, this time taking his head into my mouth with a suction.

His big fingers thread through my hair as he begs me to stop, but I don’t. I keep licking. I lick and lick until every last drop of his come… our come… is deep in my throat.

When I finally sit up, he’s panting and reaching for me.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Was that okay for you? You’re not hurt, right?”

“God, no. I’m perfect. That was,” I blow out hot air as I snuggle into his arms, “incredible.”

“You’re not sore at all?” His rough fingertips slide up and down my bare arm.

“A little, but that orgasm was worth it.”

He hums under his breath. “I liked watching you. Your tits, your face, your sweet little sighs.” Another groan leaves his lips, this time like he’s eaten a meal he can’t get enough of.

I love it. I love how hungry this man is for me.

“You know I meant what I said about me owning you now, right?”

I laugh. “Is this why you have trouble with girls? You’re telling them all you want toownthem? Maybe there’s a less barbaric way to say it.”

“Maybe, but why bother when I mean what I say.” He sits up and leans his giant body over mine. “I need to know you’re mine forever, Millie. I’ll love you, protect you, and give you whatever you need. All I ask in return is your love.”

I grin and lean up into his lips, kissing him gently as I scratch my hand through his salt and pepper beard. “As long as we have a troop of baby Gunners and we’re all sitting down by that river every Sunday afternoon, you can own me to high heaven.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Epilogue

One Year Later

Gunner

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