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I felt his balls tighten as he got close to his release. His pace increased, and I watched in fascination. His head was hung back, a look of ecstasy plastered on his face while droplets of water rolled down his chest. The whole act was erotic, and I chose that moment to push my finger past his tight rim.

The hand entangled in my hair disappeared, and I heard both fists slam against the wall.

“Fucking hell, Ryan,” he cried out in pleasure.

His cock pulsed in my mouth, spilling his cum. I tried to swallow it all down, but I felt some escape and run down my chin. After a moment, I removed my finger and pulled my mouth off. But not before giving his overly sensitive cock a suck and watching him shiver.

“Brat,” he said, his tone filled with lust as he yanked me off my knees and slammed his mouth on mine. His tongue thrust inside, not caring that it was coated in his cum. It was so hot; I was desperate to get him inside me.

“Gunner, if you don’t fucking touch me…I swear I will stab you,” I threatened between kisses.

I felt as he smiled against my mouth, unfazed by my threat.

“Turn around. Hands on the bench, Ryan. Now. I plan on feasting on this pussy, and I already know it will be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

His words sent chills down my spine.

I’d never been a prude, but there was something vulnerable about bending at the waist and putting your pussy on display. But then there was the thrill of knowing he was seeing all of me. The feather-light touch of his knuckles traced up and down my slit, caressing me and sending chills coursing through my body.

“I was right, Ryan,” Gunner whispered. “You have such a pretty pussy. And at some point, babe, when you’re ready, I plan on taking you bare and watching my cum run down your legs.”

I looked over my shoulder at him. The man was a God when it came to dirty talk, and I was so tightly wound that it would not take much to push me over the edge.

“Fuck you, Gunner. You can’t say shit like that and not fuck me bare. My finger was in your asshole, so I know you’re not hiding a condom there. And I want you in me—now. I’m good for ten years in the birth-control department,” I stated before adding on, “If you don’t stick your dick in me, I’ll murder people.”

The genuine laugh Gunner let out made my heart clench; I was so fucked when it came to this man. And he hadn’t even given me an orgasm yet.

“Turn back around, Ryan. Hands don’t leave the bench.” His warm breath tickled my ear as he shoved the top half of my body down, ensuring I was fully on display.

“Ah, fuck you, Gunner,” I moaned as his tongue traced me, clit to ass, before he moved back and pulled my clit into his mouth, biting down on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I could feel him smiling against my pussy, obviously pleased with the reactions I was giving him. I didn’t know how I would survive him; everything he was doing was ruining me for anyone else.

“I could lick your pussy every day until I die, Ryan. Your dripping cunt is now my all-you-can-eat buffet,” he groaned.

“Sí por favor, let’s make that happen…” I barely got the words out before he shoved his tongue in, and his thumb circled my clit. I shut my eyes on the brink of my orgasm. But before I could reach it, Gunner stood up.

“What the hell?” I seethed, whipping my head around, wishing I’d brought a knife.

“There’s no fucking way I’m letting the first orgasm I give you be around anything other than my cock,” he stated, as if I was being unreasonable.

“Then put it in me already, assh…” I was moaning before I could finish my sentence.

Gunner shoved every glorious inch inside me. His rough hands gripped my hips as he thrust at a dizzying pace.

“Touch your clit, Ryan,” he demanded. “I can’t do that while I smack your ass and use your hips to fuck you harder.”

To prove his point, his hand came down on my ass cheek seconds before he slammed into me again. This time, when my pussy clenched at the bite of pain, it was around Gunner. His name fell from my lips the moment my fingers found my clit.

“Say it again, babe. This time louder. Let all these assholes know who you let fuck you,” he growled.

I’d never had a man dirty talk to me the way Gunner was. It provided another level of stimulation I never knew I wanted in sex.

“Fuck me harder, Gunner. Ruin me for anyone else,” I begged.

He let out a dark laugh at my words while thrusting harder. “Babe, you were never going to be anyone else’s. The moment your mouth opened when I first saw you, I knew I was fucked. We are destined to burn in chaos together, so we might as well have great sex while doing it.”

Of course, his fucked-up words were what brought me right to the edge. Gunner somehow saw my jagged edges, and instead of trying to smooth them out, he wasn’t afraid of running his tongue over them—even if it meant getting cut.