Page 33 of Heartless
His thrusts were short, hips barely moving compared to the long pulls of me back and forth on his cock. I was raised on my tiptoes, holding the edge of the vanity counter for support as I rocked along his length.
"So fucking good," he murmured, eyes flicking up to the mirror and down to me riding his length. "My girl is so fucking pretty."
I found myself pressing back harder, eager for his satisfaction and praise as he filled me. Each stroke of him inside me chased a need just outside of my reach. Desperate whimpers left my lips as the smacks of my ass on his hips grew louder, faster.
"Oh yeah, that's it," he said in a choked growl. His hand slackened around my dress until the fabric drifted freely. He shoved it up my back to keep his view, before his grip hooked around my waist.
"Oh, fuck!"
I held on to the vanity for dear life, fighting to catch a breath as he pounded me. The force of his cock stretched and hit new depths inside me, pleasure shooting like lightning up my spine as my legs turned to liquid.
I collapsed forward, chest on the counter and Gunner's heavy hand splayed in the center of my back when I tried to lift up again.
"That's it, baby girl," he panted, swatting my ass once without missing a beat of his punishing thrusts. "Just bend over and take it."
"Oh God, don't stop," I moaned, letting the vanity support my upper body while he crashed into me relentlessly from behind. This new, dirty side of Gunner was refreshing, shocking, and utterly hot. Knowing my sweet, golden man had a rough side had me wet since the moment he came up behind me.
He always put me first and sought to please me above all else. Not even when he fucked my ass did he let himself get carried away. Every step of the way, he was considerate and careful. Now he was using my body, taking his claim on me. Being selfish. And I loved every rough moment of it.
"Gun," I whimpered, the slaps of flesh nearly drowning out my voice. "I'm gonna come soon."
"Fuck, I'm right there with you, baby." He crashed into me harder, faster, the pleasure white-hot and blinding. "Come on my cock, my sweet little wife."
The way he fucked me drove me to the edge, but his words were the tipping point. I convulsed from head to toe, thrashing to release the pleasure he'd been stoking in me since his first dirty word.
Gunner's hands slapped to the vanity on either side of me with a heavy groan, stroking through the aftershocks as he spilled warmth inside me.
He withdrew from me too soon, sliding my panties back into place and straightening my dress back down over my legs. Ever the gentleman, he pulled me up gently from the counter, straightening the top of my dress and smoothing out my hair with a cheeky grin.
"You good?" he asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Uh, yeah. I think so." My legs were still wobbly, but I could walk without making a total fool of myself.
The grin remained plastered on his face as he threaded his fingers through mine and led me out of the room and to the lobby of the B&B. Jandro and Reaper looked up from the armchairs where they waited.
"You ready?" Reaper grunted.
"Yeah." I was still trying to catch my breath.
Gunner turned to me and placed a slow, smoldering kiss on my cheek. "Have a good morning with the in-laws, baby girl."
Ten
MARIPOSA
Reaper’s green gaze burned into me as I stepped off the front porch, my legs just as steady as a newborn deer despite my effort to keep cool.
“Goddamn Gunner,” my husband swore as he threw a leg over his bike. “Get on. We’re gonna be late.”
Jandro just snickered, shaking his head as he eased his ride back onto the street.
My mouth wanted to form the wordsorryon impulse, but I had no true desire to say it. I wasn’t sorry in the least. If anything, I was grateful. Gunner had thoroughly fucked the nerves right out of me, leaving me with a relaxed buzz and laid back confidence.
I shuddered at the vibration of Reaper’s bike underneath me, my flesh still tender and sensitive.
“Swear to fuck, sugar, if you come on my seat on the way over there…”
“What?” I pressed when he trailed off, squeezing around his waist.
