Page 32 of Heartless
“That’s my dirty baby girl.” He removed his hand and delivered a wet slap to my ass. “Nice and soaked for me.”
“Please, Gunner.” I reached back, fumbling for his zipper, only to have both arms held behind my back.
“You want this?” His thrust pressed my thighs against the vanity, rough denim rubbing my ass while his hungry eyes stared at me in the mirror.
“Gun—”
“Or should I make you wait?” He sucked at my earlobe, teeth nipping at me. “Leave you craving me while you’re smiling all pretty for your in-laws, huh?”
“Now,” I squeaked, wriggling in his hold to grind my ass against his length. “Please, I want you now.”
“Fuck yeah. That’s my girl.” He left a wet kiss on my neck, pulling lightly at my skin. “I’m gonna let you go, but keep your hands where they are.”
I nodded, my teeth sinking into my lip as the heat of his hand left my wrists. The sound of his zipper pulling down made me bite harder, a whimper escaping me as his cock fell out and landed on my ass with a soft slap.
“I was gonna bind your hands together with my belt, butdamn.” Hard flesh skimmed over my ass as Gunner leaned back and admired the view. “I like seeing you hold together all nice and obedient for me.”
“I can’t stay like this the whole time you fuck me,” I protested.
“Ah, there’s my girl.” His hand came around to hold my jaw. “There’s her fire. Just do the best you can for me, huh?”
He pulled back, letting his length fall down the globes of my ass until it nestled between my legs. Then he pulled my panties aside, thick cock meeting my tender sex.
“Ride me,” he instructed. “Rub yourself on me.”
“Gun, I need you inside me.”
“Not yet, babe. Just ride that pussy over me first.”
I tilted my hips and leaned back, gliding my wetness and sensitive flesh along the top of his shaft. Going forward, I could almost get his head inside me without touching, but not quite. My hand made a slight motion down, just a reflex, and Gunner’s strong grip immediately came around my wrists.
“Nope. None of that baby girl,” he chastised with a soft laugh. “You do as I say, or I do it for you.”
Holding me in place, he did exactly that, gliding his cock back and forth against my sex without penetrating. Wetness coated my thighs and each roll of his head against my clit was unbearable without that thickness inside me.
“Huh,” he mused, all calm and collected while I writhed in his grip. “I think you like it better when I do it. Guess I should leave the punishment stuff to Reaper.”
“Thisispunishment,” I whined.
My worst fear in that moment was him actually making good on his threat to make me wait, to send me off all frustrated and wanting to Reaper’s parents.
“Think your dear husband will punish you for making him late?” Gunner taunted, hips driving against my ass. “You think everyone at the breakfast table will be able to smell how wet you are?”
“Gunner,please!” I lifted onto my tiptoes, squeezed my thighs, angled my hips— everything I could to fill the empty ache with my limited movement, but he was having none of it. His head met the threshold of my entrance, but he pulled back before I could sink onto him.
“Bad girl,” he cooed, sounding too pleased to be truly reprimanding me. “You really want to be defiled before your nice, wholesome meal with your in-laws, huh?”
“I just wantyou.”I leaned my head back on his shoulder, aiming my lips for his neck and cheek. Maybe switching up tactics would get him to stop messing with me and put that thing where it belonged. “Please, love.” His pulse thrummed under my mouth and I peppered more kisses along the length of his neck. “I want to be thinking of you while I’m with them. I want to be sore, spent. I want to feelyouinside my body hours after you’re done fucking me. ”
The shift from bratty to seductive worked. Gunner groaned, hips stuttering as he released my wrists to dig his fingers into my waist. He ended up bunching my dress in his fist as hefinallyaligned himself with my entrance. Using my dress like reins, he pulled me back as he surged forward.
"Fuck!"
The force of him entering me sent me jolting, palms slapping down on the vanity. I looked in the mirror to see him staring down at where we conjoined, lip pulling between his teeth, my dress balled up in his hand at my lower back. He lifted his gaze, meeting my eyes in the mirror as he pulled out, then sank back in.
"Yesss, Gunner," I hissed, pressing back with his pulls of my dress.
"Fuck, this is the best fucking view," he growled, palming the side of my ass with his free hand.
