Page 11 of Price of Paradise

She did and when he brought her arms behind her back, holding onto both wrists in one of his large hands, Mae’s nervous jitters returned. “What are you doing?”

“Playing.” Very carefully, as if afraid of her bolting at any second, Gunner squeezed her wrists slightly. “I like you this way.”

Mae watched him in the mirror; his eyes were on her throat. She could see how arousing it was for him to have her at his mercy. She tested her hands by tugging a little. Nope, she wasn’t budging. This was all so new to her. “You like control,” she realized, voicing her thoughts aloud.

With his free hand, he stroked her cheek. “I do.” He cupped her chin and ground out, “You have a problem with that, Mae?”

“I don’t know yet.” Then passion took over. She widened her stance and pushed her buttocks into his groin in a silent, feminine request. He obliged and slipped inside an inch. He’d only just barely entered her, but it was enough to stretch her beyond what she’d ever experienced. As she stared at him in the mirror, it was like seeing a predator ready to devour his meal, and yet content to take his time and enjoy the tasty morsel.

He pushed a little more, and Mae squirmed at the fullness of him. “Gunner.”

“Hush, it’s going to be okay.”

“I’m not so sure. I don’t think I’m made to handle you.”

His gorgeous blue eyes roamed tenderly over her reflection. “Of course you are. It’ll just be a little slower than I’d anticipated.”

His free hand went to her torso, and he lightly brushed her nipple with the backs of his fingers. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “You have beautiful tits,” he praised as his hold on her wrists tightened. When he inched inside hertight channel a little more, Mae’s inner muscles stretched to accommodate him. Gunner’s fingers moved down her belly to her mound, and he cupped her gently as he slid his cock in a little more. He took her clit between his index finger and thumb and squeezed. She moaned and circled her hips, intent on feeling his warm hands against her slick flesh.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Gunner whispered against her name. He pumped at the swollen bit of flesh. “Play all you want, baby,” he urged.

Mae watched him in the mirror as he began to slide his fingers up and down until soon he was massaging her clit in slow circles. So many sensations bombarded her at once, and Mae didn’t know if she was coming or going. When he slipped his cock out, then pushed inward, nearly balls-deep, she shouted his name.

A low rumbling sound emanated from his chest. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot. I’m going to make you come, Mae. All over my dick.”

“Yes!”

His fingers plucked and tugged at her clitoris. Gunner appeared to lose control, thrusting hard and deep. Suddenly he stopped and she could feel him so solid and full inside her hot pussy, filling her to the core.

“Christ, you’re tight.”

She couldn’t speak. A few more massaging circles knocked Mae right off her axis.

“That’s it,” he breathed against her neck, “bathe my cock, Mae.”

And as if he had so much command over her, she did. This time he pulled his cock out, then slammed into her. Mae shuddered and screamed as her orgasm rushed over her. She tried to move her hands, but she couldn’t. He had her quite effectively bound. Once she settled, he released her wrists.

“Hold on to the dresser,” he demanded.

She clutched the edges in a tight grip; then Gunner drove into her, hard and fast. “Son of bitch,” he muttered as his hips flexed. The palm of his hand pushed against her upper back, forcing her down against the cool, wood top as he pounded into her from behind. Deeper and harder with each stroke, until his balls slapped against her clit and elicited another series of moans from her.

Gunner leaned over her, covering her body with his as he pushed forward one more time. “Fuck,” he ground out as he came, filling the condom with hot liquid.

He was sweating and breathing as if he’d run a marathon, their bodies sticking together with the heat of their passion. If it weren’t for the edge of the dresser digging into her hips, Mae could have happily stayed that way forever.

She wiggled a little and Gunner let out a sigh. He stood up and pulled his cock free. Mae desperately wanted him back. He helped her stand upright and turned her around to face him. Her legs were a little wobbly, she realized. He stared down at her, and the expression on his face was so intense it sent a rush of warmth through her. It hadn’t just been sex for him; she was sure of it.

She wanted to say something. Tell him what their time together meant to her. But was he ready for that? She didn’t know and chose to err on the side of caution. “I think I need a shower.”

He nodded and grabbed her hand, then started to walk to the far side of the room. They entered the bathroom and Gunner went to work on the shower, turning the knobs and testing the temperature. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Standing nude with Gunner so close sent her into a shy tizzy. When Gunner disposed of the condom, then got into the stall, he held out a hand to her.

Mae let him entwine their fingers and tug her under the hot spray. As she closed her eyes and savored the feel of the hot water cascading down her overworked body, a big, warm body pressed against her back. Mae felt Gunner’s fingers against her ass, cupping and stroking. She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder. “You can’t be turned on,” she said, slightly in awe. “Not after…”

“What can I say? I’m getting sort of addicted to your ass. It’s so damn pretty and I want to spend the rest of the night kissing every inch of it. Of you.”

She laughed. “You’re crazy. My butt is way too big to be pretty.”

He shook his head, then squeezed her flesh. “Bet you had no idea that I’ve stared at it about a million times.”

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