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I clamp my hand around his jaw and hold his face, so he’ll meet my gaze. “I don’t want to be Shelby anymore. Call meLittle Missand kiss me like you did before — like you’re hungry and don’t want to stop. I want you to fuck me. As many times as you want. Make me take your big cock, and then tell me I’m a good girl.”
“Anything else?” he asks, a look of intense concentration on his face as he searches mine.
I release my grip on his bearded jaw and stroke the underside of his chin. “Yes.”
He raises his eyebrows, apparently waiting for me to expand further.
“I’ll also answer tobaby girl, but I want you to use me like a dirty slut.” I press my lips together and study him closely as soon as the words leave my mouth.
Gunnar’s lips twitch. “Are you sure about that, Little Miss?”
I nod. “All night. Like you promised. Even if I fall asleep. Do everything to me. I want to wake up and feel where you’ve been. I want to feel it for days.”
His hand instantly firms on my thigh, and he yanks my legs apart, watching me like a hawk when I gasp.
My heart races, and my nipples grow so tight it’s like the temperature suddenly dropped to snap-freeze them hard and pointy.
Gunnar grunts softly. “There’s the pretty girl who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to demand it.” He smiles and dips his head, to suckle at one of my achingly needy nipples, and I just about push off the bed to get further into his mouth.
What the fuck is he doing with his tongue? It’s like he’s tugging hard and flicking at me with hot, wet…
“Welcome back, Little Miss,” he rumbles, scuffing his bearded chin over my sensitive skin.
I grab his hair and pull him back toward my breast until his lips brush against my nipple. “Please.”
He nips at me and suckles so hard I arch off the bed to be able to take the intensity. It almost-hurts, in a good way, and my body doesn’t know how it’s meant to feel — like when he slapped my ass. It stung, but it made me hot and needy and achy for more.
Gunnar rumbles into my breast, as he tugs at me, and his hard cock keeps thrusting at my lower thigh, making me wish he’d lunge higher and push inside. He’s slicking my leg with something wet, and I like the way it feels. I had no idea men also got wet when they were turned on.
He releases my nipple, only to latch onto the other one even more fiercely, and when I cry out and buck my hips at his abs, it spurs him on.
Everything he does shows me that he wants me. His energy, his obvious, escalating need to get closer, and the urgency in his every move almost make me high. How powerful and significant must I be, to have this grown-ass man want me so badly?
That he could be this hungry for my body, makes me feel more than special, and it’s a whole new experience. It’s filling some sort of appreciation quota for my existence that’s been long-neglected, and I’m desperate for more. I want him to fill every gap in my soul I’ve gained through loss or sacrifice. I want to believe I’m special. I want to bewanted.
I spread myself wider, offering him everything. He’s so focused on making me feel good, and his every touch is promising something even better.
Gunnar digs his big fingers into my flesh and strains against me with a groan. The strong suction on my nipple eases, and he licks at it as it slips from his mouth. He leans back, and I follow his gaze, admiring his handiwork as I stare at my enlarged, rouged nipples. The sight pleases us both, I think, because he’s shamelessly rutting his wetness along my thigh. When he meets my gaze with dilated pupils, he’s breathing heavy, and I can tell he’s driven himself half-wild with need.
“So fucking pretty, Little Miss. Are you a good girl? Keep yourself clean? Don’t let any nasty cock in this sweet, juicy little cunt?” He rubs at my clit until I’m panting, and then pushes his fingers inside me, stretching my inner walls so gloriously that I lift my tail to fuck at his hand.
“I’m a good girl,” I utter, whimpering when he stretches me even more.
“You sure are, beautiful. Look at you, wet as fuck for me, taking four fingers in this tiny cunt, like a good, needy little slut. You’re so fucking tight, but you’re going to take all of me. Aren’t you, baby girl? Going to take me in and squeeze me so right. I’m going to love it inside you.”
He pulls his hand away, to leave me empty, then drags his body over mine until I feel his thick cock pressing hot against my inner thigh. “I want to push inside your gushing fucking hole right now. Fuck you bare and leave you dripping.”
His words make me buck, and the bulbous head of his cock slots between my folds. He moans long and hard, his arms trembling as he holds himself still. “I want to do it, so don’t fucking push me, Little Miss,” he growls, nudging inward just a little, to stretch my entrance in a forceful tease that makes me rock my hips at him again.
My pelvic thrust wedges him deeper, and he swears out loud before shoving his massive cock hard into me, until I’m so stretched I can barely breathe.
“This what you wanted, Little Miss?” he growls, pumping in and out of me, shoving deeper each time. I take every thick inch of him and cry out in relief. It feels so good to be this full that I could come with just a hint of pressure on my clit. “You want this fat cock to fuck you bare?”
My pussy clamps around him, and he hisses, dragging his cock back and forth through the constriction, and then slamming at me hard before pulling out and leaving me desperate and empty.
He flips me over and slaps my ass three times in quick succession. “No. Fucking. Strings,” he rumbles. He climbs off the bed, opens his bedside drawer, and rummages through it, before slamming it shut and hunting through the next one.
My ass stinging in the hottest way, I watch through my hair as he tosses a box of condoms on the nightstand and tears a foil wrapper open with his teeth.
