Page 1 of Gunner

Chapter One

Gunner

The beginning of summer,

Friday night

“Where are you going?”

And so it begins.

I knew I should have broken it off with Holly weeks ago, but fuck me, could that woman fuck like no other. I’d been seeing Holly since her freshman year at the University of Tennessee. Born and raised in Rosewood, Virginia, all Holly could talk about was going to school out of state. Didn’t know what she wanted to study and didn’tcare.

All I wanted was what was between her legs.

Good thing for me that the University was only a few hours’ ride from our quaint little town.

A drive I made many times.

During the summer months when she was home, it was like having pussy on tap. Anytime I wanted a drink, she made damn sure I got my fill. Now as a graduate in fuck knows what, Holly was home permanently. Generally, I wouldn’t think twice about it, but the clingy woman wanted more.

I didn’t do more.

I never did more.

More was a word not in my vocabulary.

I was clear from the start. Never would I ever be a forever kind of guy. I wasn’t made that way. With all the pussy on the planet, I planned on dipping my wick into a variety of young, succulent hot holes before I finally died a cheerful man in my sleep.

Well, that was how I pictured it.

In reality, I was more than likely going to die with a father’s hand wrapped around my neck because he caught me with his precious baby girl.

Whatever.

As long as I nutted beforehand, I was good to go.

I never claimed to think smart.

I was the first to admit my dick ruled.

Nothing wrong with that.

I owned the fact that I was a man whore. Someone had to step up and love the ladies. King was so wrapped around Venom I think she tattooed the words property of on his dick. As for Pyro, that celibate monk never looked at another woman after Ellie. Not that I blamed him. As for the other brothers, the only one who gave me a run for my money was Scribe. And thanks to Venom and her vindictive nature, I was the top dog and only too happy to oblige.

And God help me, I loved the ladies, and they loved my dick.

My prized possession.

My beefy schlong.

I knew the second I hit puberty I had something special between my legs after the first time I dipped my wick into a hot, silky cunt.

I was in love.

Well, not with the girl.

With her pussy.

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