Page 37 of Sniper

He barked out a laugh and squeezed my ass. “I think it’s clear that I like you.”

Ignoring the shiver that raced through my body, I sat back so that his morning wood slid between my folds. I let out a moan. “You think I’d be all sexed out but I’m not.”

“Must be all that good sleep I’m givin’ you.” He winked, his big hands still gripping my ass while he dragged me along the length of his cock. “Fuck, I love how wet you get for me.”

He was right, and under normal, real world circumstances I’d be mortified at just how easily I went from dry to dripping for this man, but the things he did when I was wet and ready were too amazing to be self-conscious. “Don’t let your ego get carried away.”

“Too late for that.” He laughed as he smacked my ass again and then lifted me out of bed. “I’m gonna fuck you in the shower and then we can talk.”

The last thing I wanted to do was talk, but I was curious about what had happened last night. “I might even participate in the conversation since I slept through the night without one nightmare.” I froze as I processed the words that came out of my mouth. “Holy shit! I slept through the night!” I was so giddy with that realization that I almost knocked us off kilter.

“That’s great news. Not to take credit,” he said and placed me on my feet while he adjusted the shower temperature.

“But here you are about to take credit.” I rolled my eyes as steam filled the bathroom.

“Maybe you slept so well because you slept on top of me.”

“Maybe,” I shrugged. “Or maybe it was the double orgasm you laid on me last night.” My nipples grew hard just thinking about the way he growled his pleasure and complimented me.

“In,” he ordered, and I surprised myself by stepping inside without argument. “I like it when you’re a good girl.”

Dammit why did I like it when he praised me so much? I didn’t know, and I refused to think about it too much, so I just shoved it down deep with other things I wasn’t thinking about like how silly it was to be so ridiculously happy over the fact that I’d slept through the night. Or the fact that I liked Sniper and notjusthis cock. “Are we showering or what?” I stepped under the spray and let the hot water soothe my aching muscles.

Sniper stepped inside and his big hands immediately went to my hair which was crazy because it was so short that there was almost nothing to it. The pixie cut was stylish and serviceable, but it wasn’t long or feminine.

When he touched my hair in that gentle stroke, my eyes fluttered shut and I leaned into his touch, which I really didn’t want to do. That, more than staying here at the clubhouse and sleeping with him, was a sign of trouble. I trusted him more than I should. Liked him more than I should.

I had to do something about this.

My hands slid down his body and he moaned. I gripped his cock and tugged on it, eliciting another moan. “Katey, fuck.”

I smiled and dropped down in front of him, taking his cock between my lips.

He growled again, louder this time.

I flattened out my tongue and it cradled the underside of his cock while my lips covered the top. I took him deep, to the back of my throat and the guttural sound he let out hit me straight between the legs. Suddenly I was consumed with the desire to make him moan, to make him feel good. I grabbed his thighs and sucked him off because I wanted to, not because I had to. I moaned around him, smiling when his legs shook.

“Oh fuck, Katey.” His hips moved just a little bit, just enough for me to know that I was doing a good job.

I moaned again and took him deeper, pressing my fingertips into the back of his thighs, moving him the way Iwanted until his cock swelled in my mouth, and he exploded down my throat.

His legs trembled and low moans escaped while I kept his cock covered with my mouth. “Katey, babe.”

I smiled. It was the first time in a really long time that I gave a blow job because I wanted to, and I really fucking enjoyed it.

“That was… holy shit, Katey!”

I stood and wiggled my eyebrows, feeling good about myself as I showered and then left the bathroom. Sniper caught me and pushed me onto the bed where he returned the orgasmic favor quickly. Embarrassingly quickly.

“We should get out of here for a few hours. Get you some sunshine.”

I looked up at his wet smile, his wide shoulders still held my thighs apart, and I sighed. “Bait duty again?” I was being flippant, but I was genuinely curious since we hadn’t talked about whatever happened last night. And there was still theother thingI needed to tell him about.

“No Katey, not bait duty. Sunshine.”

“Sunshine? I’m not familiar.”

“Clearly,” he grumbled and pulled my ankle until I hovered on the edge of the bed. “Clothes. Now.”

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