sexual haze. Then Gunner fisted a lock of my hair. Gently, he tugged my head back and, on a harsh swallow, he lowered me back down to my knees.
Slowly, I wet my lips and opened my mouth. A quick flick across the slit on his throbbing cock left behind a taste of pre-cum like warm honey on my lips. Gunner groaned and his abs flexed.
“Goddamn, that feels good,” he said, his voice coarse and deep. Then he pulled roughly at my hair and brought my mouth down on his dick, and its head was sinking deep into the back of my throat. And as my lips, my tongue, consumed him, he possessed all of me.
Head tipped sideways, I watched as his face tightened and his eyes glazed over as I took in more of his thick length. The back of his head hit the tile shower wall, and his grip tightened on my hair. I’d won this battle, even though at the moment I couldn’t remember what we were fighting over. Maybe love…maybe control…or maybe a little bit of both. I sucked harder, pulling back and drawing my tongue across the tip of his cock. A guttural groan tore from his chest as he slipped further down the shower wall and pulled my mouth off his wet shaft.
“Tell me what you want,” he ground out.
Smiling, I elongated my neck and lifted my breasts to him. “I want you, cowboy, only you.”
He gulped, caught off guard at the sight of me surrendering myself for the taking. And then he was on me like lightning. His mouth took mine. I hooked my arms around his waist and dug my nails into his ass, drawing him toward me. Our teeth clashed as we clambered for each other in a frenzied panic. Then he yanked my head back and left my lips sore and lingering with the taste of him. I didn’t even have time to catch a breath before he rocked forward and fitted his cock down my throat.
“Fuck.” He pulled back and then drilled my mouth again. “Fucking shit, sweetheart.” He groaned as his control slowly slipped away. “Be a good girl and suck all of me down again.”
I hollowed my cheeks and drew him to the back of my throat.
He looked down at me. “God, you should see yourself. All wet and reckless on your knees, letting me fuck your pretty mouth.”
I opened wider and took him deeper. His grin widened, and his hand slipped from my hair to wrap around my neck. He pulled out, and his eyes narrowed, all dark and sensual. “Turn around, Laney,” he ordered in his whiskey-smooth voice. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Hands flattened against the shower wall and a leg hitched up on the side of the tub, I had my eyes closed in anticipation at getting drilled by my cowboy.
Gunner placed a hand on the small of my back. “Don’t move a muscle,” he murmured. “You are going to be good and take me however I want you to take me.” He nudged the head of his penis into the small of my back. “Understand, sweetheart?” he asked, even though it was more of a command.
I was ready to hand over the reins. I nodded, and my cheek pressed the tile.
And then he slammed inside me all the way up to the hilt.
“Goddamn,” I screamed. Shit, he felt way too good. He slowly pulled out and rotated his hips, teasing my wet cunt with the need to have him fill me.
His hand tightened around my neck, and his mouth brushed against my ear. “Harder?” He slammed inside me again before I could answer.
My hands slipped. Gunner yanked them back up above my head. “I told you to stay still,” he growled and enclosed both my wrists in his hand. “Stop fighting, sweetheart,” he said, sliding in and out of me in a slow torturous pace. I was breathless, and my pulse was racing. And hell, I was loving every damn minute of it. “I promise I’ll make it feel good if you’ll just give me control.”
Nodding in agreement, I gasped. “I’m waving the white flag.”
He leaned in and kissed my bare shoulder. “Yes, you are.” His mouth brushed the nape of my neck as he pulled his cock out of my aching pussy. “You sure you are okay with anything I
Slowly, I wet my lips and opened my mouth. A quick flick across the slit on his throbbing cock left behind a taste of pre-cum like warm honey on my lips. Gunner groaned and his abs flexed.
“Goddamn, that feels good,” he said, his voice coarse and deep. Then he pulled roughly at my hair and brought my mouth down on his dick, and its head was sinking deep into the back of my throat. And as my lips, my tongue, consumed him, he possessed all of me.
Head tipped sideways, I watched as his face tightened and his eyes glazed over as I took in more of his thick length. The back of his head hit the tile shower wall, and his grip tightened on my hair. I’d won this battle, even though at the moment I couldn’t remember what we were fighting over. Maybe love…maybe control…or maybe a little bit of both. I sucked harder, pulling back and drawing my tongue across the tip of his cock. A guttural groan tore from his chest as he slipped further down the shower wall and pulled my mouth off his wet shaft.
“Tell me what you want,” he ground out.
Smiling, I elongated my neck and lifted my breasts to him. “I want you, cowboy, only you.”
He gulped, caught off guard at the sight of me surrendering myself for the taking. And then he was on me like lightning. His mouth took mine. I hooked my arms around his waist and dug my nails into his ass, drawing him toward me. Our teeth clashed as we clambered for each other in a frenzied panic. Then he yanked my head back and left my lips sore and lingering with the taste of him. I didn’t even have time to catch a breath before he rocked forward and fitted his cock down my throat.
“Fuck.” He pulled back and then drilled my mouth again. “Fucking shit, sweetheart.” He groaned as his control slowly slipped away. “Be a good girl and suck all of me down again.”
I hollowed my cheeks and drew him to the back of my throat.
He looked down at me. “God, you should see yourself. All wet and reckless on your knees, letting me fuck your pretty mouth.”
I opened wider and took him deeper. His grin widened, and his hand slipped from my hair to wrap around my neck. He pulled out, and his eyes narrowed, all dark and sensual. “Turn around, Laney,” he ordered in his whiskey-smooth voice. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Hands flattened against the shower wall and a leg hitched up on the side of the tub, I had my eyes closed in anticipation at getting drilled by my cowboy.
Gunner placed a hand on the small of my back. “Don’t move a muscle,” he murmured. “You are going to be good and take me however I want you to take me.” He nudged the head of his penis into the small of my back. “Understand, sweetheart?” he asked, even though it was more of a command.
I was ready to hand over the reins. I nodded, and my cheek pressed the tile.
And then he slammed inside me all the way up to the hilt.
“Goddamn,” I screamed. Shit, he felt way too good. He slowly pulled out and rotated his hips, teasing my wet cunt with the need to have him fill me.
His hand tightened around my neck, and his mouth brushed against my ear. “Harder?” He slammed inside me again before I could answer.
My hands slipped. Gunner yanked them back up above my head. “I told you to stay still,” he growled and enclosed both my wrists in his hand. “Stop fighting, sweetheart,” he said, sliding in and out of me in a slow torturous pace. I was breathless, and my pulse was racing. And hell, I was loving every damn minute of it. “I promise I’ll make it feel good if you’ll just give me control.”
Nodding in agreement, I gasped. “I’m waving the white flag.”
He leaned in and kissed my bare shoulder. “Yes, you are.” His mouth brushed the nape of my neck as he pulled his cock out of my aching pussy. “You sure you are okay with anything I
Similar Books
