Page 19 of Price of Paradise

“You’re going to need it again and again, and I’m going to give it to you,” he vowed.

“I-I can’t…” she breathed the words and Gunner fucked her harder, faster, all the while pumping her clit with his finger and thumb.

“Mae.” Her name was a rumble of sound in the room, appearing to fan the flames of her desire.

Gunner wrapped a fist in her hair and forced her to look at him. “You belong to me. Your pussy, your mouth, they’re for me to touch and taste and love.”

Mae seemed to make a desperate attempt to deny his claim, to let him know what she thought of his declaration of ownership, but when he pulled out of her and thrust in hard and deep, the words appeared to die in her throat. His fingers played with her little nub as if she were an instrument and he the skilled musician. A caress, a pinch, and he knew the frightening truth. Only Mae could make him so desperate, so crazed. Only she had the power to make him burn so hot.

“Gunner,” Mae whimpered.

“You want to come, baby?”

“Yes!” Mae shouted, gripping the back of his head.

“Then tell me what I want to hear. Say it,” he softly urged.

He may as well have been asking her to jump off a building without a safety net below. Gunner knew what he was asking of her.

“No,” she muttered.

He pulled his dick free, leaving her staring up at him. Gunner flipped her over onto her stomach with her arms stretched out above her head and her bottom raised in the air from the pillow he’d placed beneath her earlier. He leaned down and murmured, “We belong together, Mae. I know you feel it too.”

She tried to sit up, but his palm on her back held her prisoner. “Easy,” he soothed. “Is it so difficult to believe that we belong together, baby girl?”

“It’s not as simple as that, Gunner.”

“Yes, it is,” he snarled. His palm coasted down her back, then over her buttocks. He squeezed and shaped, and Mae squirmed as if fire licked up her spine. Did she need him to fill her? To take them both to that place where nothing else existed except them?

“We fit, Mae. All you have to do is be a good girl and admit it.”

“No.”

Her one-word reply tempted the beast in him. He brought his hand down, gently swatting her ass cheek. “You sure the answer is no?”

The muscles in her back stiffened. “You spanked me!”

“Bad girls get spankings, Mae,” he said by way of explanation. “Now tell me what I want to hear.”

She wriggled around, but it was useless. Gunner was stronger and way more determined. Her head turned and their gazes connected. “Paybacks, Gunner,” she muttered.

He grinned. “I might just enjoy that.”

When he swatted her again, this time the other cheek, Gunner’s dick thickened. “Want me to stop?”

A moan escaped. “I…I’m not sure.”

Ah, now they were getting somewhere. Three more swats, her ass turned a pretty shade of dark pink and Gunner was seconds away from exploding. He petted the sore flesh and whispered, “Fuck, your ass is pretty like this, Mae. Say the words before I shoot my load all over that pretty flesh.”

Mae let out a heavy sigh. “Fine, damn it, we fit.”

Her surrender was music to his ears. Gunner leaned down and kissed her buttocks before stretching his body out on top of her. He used his knee to push her legs apart, and when the head of his cock touched her slick entrance, Mae moaned.

“I need you, Gunner.”

“Mm, I’m here.” He pushed inside, one slow, torturous inch at a time, until finally he filled her. “Right where I belong.”

“Just make love to me, Gunner,” she begged, thrusting her ass upward.

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