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I want to be it for him too.
“Strip for me, pixie,” he commands, running his eyes over my body even as he begins to unzip his pants. “I want to see you naked, spread open for me as I get your pussy ready for my cock.”
My cheeks heat as I do as he instructs. I sit up and tug the zipper of my dress down before drawing it over my shoulders. My fingers are shaky as I tug down the straps of my bra to revealmy beaded nipples. Last night, the cover of darkness and the lingering adrenaline of running from my stepfather had helped to hide my mortification. But now, it’s still early evening, and something about this feels . . . sinful.
Still, I spear through my embarrassment as I shyly remove the bra completely and toss it aside along with the dress, leaving me in nothing but my panties, and suddenly, I am hyperaware of every last freckle on my body. There is no stopping the little voice in my head that points at every imperfection I’ve noticed in the mirror.
I wrap my arms over my chest and look away, every last insecurity I’ve ever had about my body rearing its ugly head.
What if Gunner doesn’t like what he sees?
He already saw me naked last night, but then again, the curtain wasn’t drawn with the fading sunlight illuminating every freckle on my body. Gunner is no virgin like me; what if I can’t compare to the other women he’s been with?
“Stop,” Gunner growls, grabbing my chin and tipping my head up so I am staring into those blue eyes that remind me of the sea on a stormy night. “Don’t hide from me, pixie.”
“I—”
“Look what you do to me, Mila,” he commands grabbing my hand and guiding it to his hard shaft, letting out a strangled sound when my hand closes around his erection. “I’ve never wanted anything—anyone as much as I want you. Just looking at you is enough to make my cock leak.”
“Gunner . . .”
“You are mine!” he insists, grabbing my leg and tugging me to him. “Everything from the strands of your hair to the tiniest freckle belongs to me.”
I open my mouth to say something, but I lose my brain cells when he pushes me back on the bed, shoving his knee between my legs, his hungry eyes locked on mine as he leans down to capture my mouth with his.
Just like that, I forget everything but the taste of his lips and the feel of his hands running hungrily over my body.
“Now be a good girl and let me pleasure you,” he says gruffly, brushing his lips over my nipples and down my stomach, his breathing labored as he pushes my thighs apart to reveal my damp flesh. My hips jerk in anticipation of the blissful feel his mouth promises.
While I am anticipating the teasing from last night, nothing could have prepared me for the assault on my senses when he scoops a hand beneath my bottom and dips his face to my sex before plunging his tongue inside of me. I buck off the bed as he drags his wet tongue over the valley of my arousal, bathing my sex with long hungry licks until my vision triples before blurring altogether.
“Gunner,” I sob, my thighs shaking as my orgasm threatens to tear me apart. I dip my fingers into his hair and grab a fistful when he sucks my sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling gently at the bud even as he slips his middle finger into my tight entrance.
I whimper, then moan as the initial discomfort quickly becomes overshadowed by the pleasure building up at an intense rate.
“So close, Gunner. Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!” I cry out when he adds another finger, gathering moisture before gently sliding it into my pulsing sex, but I don’t feel any discomfort what with his mouth finding every way it can to drive me to insanity, and when my orgasm finally crests, it threatens to pull me under.
My body shakes and my walls cinch hard around his fingers as my sex pulses from the intense pleasure, coating his face with moisture. He licks me through the orgasm until I’ve relaxed enough for him to withdraw his fingers.
I’ve barely recovered when Gunner climbs my body, his eyes wild as he shoves my knees further apart. I watch through heavy lidded eyes as he guides his shaft to my sex, slapping it against my damp flesh before he brushes the head over my opening.
“You’re perfect, Mila,” he growls, running his hungry eyes over my flushed body. “I want you to see what you do to me.”
I gasp when he lifts my thigh and sinks an inch of his massive shaft into my tight opening. His girth is much bigger than two fingers, and I can feel every bit of him as he sinks his straining cock into me.
“Gunner, it’s so big,” I say, bracing myself for what the rest of him is going to feel like, but there is no preparing for the burn when he tears through my virginal wall as he buries his cock inside me.
“Fuuuck!” His jaw is clenched as though barely holding himself back from spilling. “How the fuck are you this tight!”
His thickness pulses deep in my sex as he gives me time to adjust to him, and when his eyes lock on mine, I read the hunger in them. “I’m sorry I hurt you, baby,” he breathes, and I notice a pulse jump on his temple as he struggles not to move or hurt me, and while there is pain, there is also pleasure no one else could have given me.
The fact that this man owns my body, heart, and soul makes the pain insignificant.
“I’m fine,” I sniff, my heart swelling with love. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel, to prove to him that no one can love him like I do.
I lift my hips a little, wincing at the discomfort when I circle them around his erection. I notice the pain dulls with every move, and in its place settles a delicious feeling that quickly leaves me breathless.
“I’m fine,” I say again, this time meaning the words as my channel starts pulsing with the need to feel more of him. “Take me, Gunner. Show me who I belong to.”
