Heartless (Steel Demons MC #6) - Crystal Ash Page 0,34

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.”

“This is punishment,” 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 want you.” 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 feel you inside 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 he finally aligned 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.

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