Page 76 of Ugly Duckling

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Nineteen

Might give out a few free samples of my attitude today. Limited edition. No refunds.

—Gunner to Audric

GUNNER

My words had barely left my lips when her mouth was on mine.

My hands went to her shirt, and I ripped it off, loving the way that my hands could nearly span her entire rib cage.

Her body wasn’t soft.

She was all muscles and sinew, hard where most women were soft.

I could feel each and every one of her ribs.

Was that why I’d always tended to lean toward more supple women before? Because I wanted the exact opposite of her?

“You’re doing too much thinking again,” she hissed as she pulled back. “What do I need to do to turn that brain off?”

I had no idea, but I had a feeling that she would figure it out.

And she did.

She crawled up the length of my body, and it was then that I realized that she was bare underneath the t-shirt she’d been wearing.

How did I know this?

Because her wet pussy slid up my chest until she was practically straddling my upper chest.

“Arms underneath,” she urged.

I followed directions very well, threading both of my arms between her legs.

“Now what?” I teased as she scooted farther up until her pussy was hovering over my face.

The headboard creaked as she grabbed hold of it, then her pussy lowered until it was resting against my lips.

“Now you get to work, because I have no idea how long my legs will cooperate in this position.”

I smiled against her pussy lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

She then tried to drown me by giving me all her weight.

Now, I’m not a betting man, but being suffocated by pussy—especially pussy that belonged to a woman that I was desperately in love with—sounded like a really good way to go.

She cursed. “Sorry, sorry. My legs are already shaking.”

I chuckled against her, causing her to squeak.

“Sorry, sorry,” she repeated again and tried to get off me.

“No,” I growled and held on tight, my hands clamping down hard on her ass cheeks. “This is exactly where you need to be.”

“Gun…” she murmured worriedly. “What…”

“Remember, no overthinking,” I growled.

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