Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,9

in it.

To distract her and me from our past, I slide my hand up between her legs and grin at the slippery wetness I feel there. “Damn, kitten. You’re wet as fuck.”

She sits back suddenly, like her knees gave out, and my body covers hers on the stairs, my hand going back to her pussy to touch again what I’ve obsessed over every fucking night for three long years. I slid one finger in, then two, and watch as her back arches.

“So damn tight, baby,” I whispered. “Goddamn, if my fingers feel this good in you, imagine what my dick will feel like.”

She spreads her legs and looks at me. Her eyes and smile are inviting. “I want your dick inside me right now, Gunner. Do it.” She hikes the tight denim up over her hips and that soft, sweet pussy is spread out, just for me.

I undo my button and slide my zipper down, slightly embarrassed that it takes a little wrangling to get my dick out. When I do, she makes this little coo of pleasure that sets my vision to red. She reaches one hand out and draws her fingers down to the head, stroking it with her fingertips, then moving back to cup my balls.

“Gunner,” she pleads. “I need your dick in me. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say. I shake a condom out of my pocket and roll it on, then I come up over her and position myself, taking a second to make sure everything is right. Just right.

My mind flashes this one thought: Everything is right. I’m with Harlow.

I need to get a damn grip. I rock into her and, much as I want to keep thinking of this as just a fuck, I sure as hell feel like I’ve come home.

“Damn, girl, you’re so fucking tight.” I push into her as deep as I can go. She claws the t-shirt over my head and pulls her skirt up higher, spreading her legs wider. “That’s right. Let me get in there deep, just the way you like.”

I push in as far and hard as I can, and Harlow’s body twists under me, trying to get closer. Her nails claw down my back, leaving scratches. I’ll wear them proudly, like badges of honor. She knots her legs around my waist and her sweet little mouth is going wild, kissing every square inch of skin she can reach.

I pull back until I’m almost completely out of her, then drive back in, deep and hot, right to the hilt. “Oh, yeah, kitten. That’s it. Grind harder. I can feel you’re about to come. Soak my dick, sweetheart. Come on, I can see you’re almost there. What do you need? This?”

I plow into her again. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth hangs open, and her hands are burrowed in the muscles of my back. Her pussy is slick, and I can feel this slight tremor. I dip my head so my mouth is just over her nipple. “I’m gonna suck these tits and keep fucking you. I know you love that.”

My hands tug up on her ass, driving her higher in my arms, so I can get as much tit as possible in my mouth. My dick is slick with her, my mouth and nose are full of the sweet taste and smell of her tits, my hands dig into the soft, plump ass I see in every dream I have of her every fucking night. I move as slowly as I can until she arches her back and goes stiff, then shakes under me.

She drops her legs from around my waist and digs her heels against the stairs, her tremors shaking her body. “Holy fuck! Gunner! Gunner! Please! Gunner, fuck me! Hard!”

I breathe fast and fuck hard, just like she asks. In the back of my mind, I’m glad as hell that I own thirty-two acres of land, because I want her screaming that loud again in a minute, and all night, without worrying about anyone hearing her.

Her hands go up to her own tits and her fingers squeeze and pull at them while I fill her and pull back then ram into her again, my dick hard and full in her pussy. She screams my name and moans under me, her hands stroking down my chest and abs.

“I want you to come,” she says, her hands pulling down on my neck so I can kiss her. I can’t get enough of the sweet taste, something like