Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Still holding my throat, he pulls my head forward by my hair. “Look at how your pathetic pussy swallows me whole. You can’t get enough. I bet you’d let me shove anything I want into your holes. Not only let me but beg for the privilege.”
My head falls back as he releases my hair. I think about the one time I snorted coke and how this high is so much better. I never liked drugs. I hated feeling out of control and in a haze, but with sex, all I wanted was to be at the mercy of a man. A man who knew how to control my body and understood what buttons to press to get me where I wanted to be.
I was looking for a needle in a haystack, but Gunner Shaw is that needle. He’s considerate, sweet, and fucks like a goddamn animal.
“You’re gonna come on my dick, Sparrow. My perfect slut, fucked like an animal on the forest floor, and you’re about to gush on my cock like a champ.”
My body stiffens. I grip his flesh as a soundless scream falls from my lips, and I float into oblivion. Never in my life have I come like this. I didn’t think it was possible.
I go to push Gunner off me, but he pins me down by my throat.
“Not so fast, my little whore. I’m nowhere near done with you.” Gunner’s look is a mix of passion, lust, and care. He slowly circles my clit and smiles. “I think you’ve got another one for me, don’t you, Cash? Your pretty little pussy is begging to be unleashed.”
“Gunner,” I croak.
He releases my throat to allow me to speak.
“I can’t. If you keep going, I’m going to pee.”
Gunner laughs and keeps the pressure on my clit as his cock quickens. My body feels like it’s going to explode. I shut my eyes to control what I fear is about to happen.
A slap on my face. “Eyes on me. Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Gunner, please. I’m going to pee. This is so embarrassing.”
“You’ll know what embarrassment is when I tie you up naked outside the bar on a leash like a pathetic, panting puppy. Now shut the fuck up and come over my cock like a good girl.”
Yup. That does it. Gunner mutters unhinged dirty words, and my body convulses as I come again. This time, liquid floods between us, and I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
“Fuck, Cash,” Gunner groans as his legs stiffen and he pulls me toward him. “This pussy is perfect. A man could get addicted to it.”
“Get off me!” I scream, pushing him off me. I sit on the ground, horrified that I just peed myself. “I’m so embarrassed. Why’d you make me pee?”
Gunner barks out a laugh as he pulls me by the legs. “For a girl who hired hookers to fuck her senseless, you’re pretty naïve. You didn’t pee, Cash. You squirted. I’m a little jealous that you drenched my cock instead of my face.”
Gunner lifts me until his mouth is centimeters from my center. He licks his lips and pushes his cum back into my pussy before lifting his drenched digits and sucking them clean. His eyes hold mine and he chuckles. “You think you’ve been a good girl, Sparrow?”
I nod, anticipating what this man will do next.
My body jerks as he slaps my pussy. Hard. “None of that nodding bullshit. Use your words like the good girl you are.”
“Yes,” I croak.
“Good, because I’m starving.”
Gunner covers my pussy with his hot mouth and pushes his tongue deep inside me. I moan, desperate for more. If my body weren’t immobile, I’d ride his mouth to another orgasm.
But Gunner wants that. He wants to turn me into a puddle with his touch.
Mission accomplished.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Gunner mumbles. “This pussy is a drug, Cash. One hit will never be enough.”
“Holy shit. Men are selfish little fucks. Cream pie cleanups should be a requirement to having sex because, good Lord, this is mind-blowing.”
I jolt as Gunner nips at my clit. “The lord has nothing to do with the devil’s tongue.”
“Well, if the devil teaches tricks like this, I’m joining the Church of Satan.”
Gunner barks out a laugh before delving back into my pussy. His tongue lapping my wetness drowns out the sounds of nature. He grips my hips as he licks my center before entering me again with not one but three fingers. He pushes up and twists, doing some sort of finger aerobics I didn’t think was possible.
“Move, Gunner. Please, move your face,” I beg. “It’s going to happen again.”
Gunner doesn’t move. Instead, he doubles his efforts with his fingers and licks my clit in perfect circular motions. The man does a better job than my vibrator. My hands fist and I buck, but it’s no use. His hold is too firm. Once again, my legs shake, and I explode directly into his mouth.