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“Did you literally just think about someone else's cock?”

“No. I mean, yeah, but only in a you’re-four-times-bigger-than-him kinda way and I thought it was just the funniest thing.”

He growls and then it feels like he envelops my entire center with his mouth.

“Oh, God,” I moan. All I want to do is enjoy his delicious attack but like I said, I want to give him the best blowie ever, so I lower my head and don’t think. I just do. I take him as far back as I can, I suction and hollow out my mouth, I nip and lick at his tight skin, spend time on the underside of his crown, his balls, and just absolutely lose myself in trying to please Gunner.

It starts to work too because he’s stopped using his mouth on me. The only reason I know he’s still with me is the vise-like grip he has on my spread thighs and the shallow pump of his hips as he drives up into my mouth.

His low rough grunts dictate where my hands and mouth go until he becomes uncoordinated in his thrusts,

“Uugh…nugh… Coralie, fuck…I’m gonna come.” I can tell he’s holding his breath, trying to give me a chance to pull off but I don’t want to. I take him to the back of my throat fighting my gag reflex and swallow.

“Fuuuuuck,” he moans lifting his head to latch onto my tender, needy skin again while he unloads down my throat, making me moan right along with him.

Once his body has gone limp and he’s unlatched himself in an attempt to catch his breath I lift my leg to move from above him.

“Fucking no way. Stay right there. I just need to get my fuckin’ sight back and then I’m gonna eat you out like my fucking life depends on it.”

I grin into his abs. “That was a lot of swearing, Gunner.”

“You realize what you just did right? How’s a man supposed to think straight after that?”

“Then I did what I set out to do.”

“Give me the best head of my life?”

I start laughing my ass still in the air. “Exactly that.” He silences my laughter by also giving me the best lady-head of my life.

Chapter Seventeen

Coralie

When we wake up in Philadelphia, the weather grants us another sunny day. We arranged to meet everyone in the hotel lobby where we were going to decide about breakfast, and I was surprised Jack wasn’t knocking on our door at stupid am. But he’s probably tired after yesterday.

After showering together—taking full advantage of it just being the two of us—we get ready to leave. I placed out my outfit last night so all I need to do is get dressed. Gunner, however, is all over the place.

“You literally live out of a suitcase, how is this hard for you?”

“I packed for a three-week vacation, not aworkroad trip.” He turns to face me.

“I think that’s your best look,” he says smirking. “Freshly fucked suits you.”

“Gunner, your mouth is—pffft,” I motion my hand looking for the words.

“It doesn’t seem very Canadian of you. Where’s the polite, boy next door Gunner?”

“You fucked it out of him. You scored your nails down his back and let him hear

your screams of pleasure and now he’s dead and a new Gunner, a carnally charged, addicted to your pussy, sex-crazed Gunner has replaced him.” I was so fixated on his words and the low huskiness of his voice that I hadn’t even realized he’d stood up and walked me into the wall.

Then he drops down in front of me, places my foot on his shoulder, pulls my panties

to the side, and devours me until I’m begging him for more.

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“How big is it, Mom? Can you ring it, or is it too special?”

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