Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Cash

The way Gunner manipulates my body is God-like. He doesn’t show mercy in these moments, giving me things I didn’t know I wanted. He knows my body and desires so well that I wonder if he can read my mind. His words of utter humiliation flip a switch inside me, turning me on without even touching me.

Lifting my head, I see the arrogant look on his face masking his need. His nostrils flare and his pupils dilate as he gazes between my spread legs at my pussy. His impressive cock is hard, a clear indication of his discomfort and need.

Gunner holds up the martini glass in one hand while his other is busy with my ass. He maneuvers his fingers in me so nonchalantly, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. His confidence and ease are so damn attractive. He doesn’t care about how others react. He lives his life for himself, something I admire and envy.

His fingers move out of my ass, and a hushed sorrow befalls me. The emptiness I knew before him is a heavy weight on my heart. I never thought sex with another person could fill the barren holes in my soul, but it does with Gunner.

The vacant feeling is short-lived as his hot tongue invades me. The act is taboo and unnerving. I’ve never had a man lick my ass before, but Gunner has his tongue in there, lapping like a man dying of thirst who’s found water. My head falls back, and I relax with the melodic movement of his long, hot tongue. I wonder if Gene Simmons would feel insecure around Gunner’s tongue.

“Fuck, even your ass tastes good,” he growls like an animal.

Cool air hits my ass, and I shiver. Resting on my elbows, I stare at Gunner, emotion and lust consuming me. Gunner opens the lube and pours a generous amount on my ass and his cock. I don’t know when he pulled down his pants, being so far gone in my lust, but I’m glad he did.

He holds the Martini glass to my lips. “You look thirsty, cum dump. Open up.”

The cool glass presses against my lips, and I open. Gunner tips the glass, and the liquor burns a trail down my throat.

“Good girl.”

Gunner praises me as easily as he degrades me. But what shocks me is how my body responds to both, like when he made me come the other day. I’ve never responded to sweet touches and kind words during sex, but I come undone so easily with him.

He notices my starved stare as his tattooed hand glides from the tip of his cock, where his piercing gleams, to the base of his shaft.

“You want me to fuck your tight little ass, don’t you?”

I swallow and lick my lips, barely able to get the word out. “Yes.”

“Tell me you’re a dirty whore, only good for fucking. Admit you’re a filthy cum dump. My personal fuck toy.”

No one I’ve ever been with has asked me to degrade myself, but it’s so dirty, pathetic, and mind-blowingly hot.

“I’m your worthless fuck hole. Just a pathetic slut, only worth something when you fill my holes. Please, Gunner, shove your dick up my ass and make me your little bitch. Let me know that I’m a pathetic little whore.”

“Words are cheap. I’m a man of action. Slap your whore face and spit on yourself. I want to see what you’ll do to get a taste of my dick in your tight asshole.”

Arousal floods through me, and my face stings from the rapid slaps of my open palm. My spit lands above my cleavage and glides down slowly.

“Good girl,” Gunner growls. “Now scoop up that spit and eat it.”

I’m utterly humiliated and on fire simultaneously. I realize I’ll never say no to this man when it comes to sex. He touches every nerve ending in my body until I combust and manipulates my mind in such provocative ways that I crave more. My hands shake as my fingers wipe the spit and move it to my mouth. Opening wide, I make a show of it. My tongue slips out and connects with my finger. I hold the spit on the tip, leaving it on display for Gunner.

“Swallow, you little slut. Swallow it for Daddy.”

Pulling my tongue back, I swallow my depravity, and Gunner smiles.

He presses his cock at the entrance of my ass, pushing slowly until the head invades me. There’s a sharp pain. Fuck. I know he’s big, but I wasn’t expecting to get my ass fucked by his horse cock.

“You doing okay?” he asks, breaking his bad-guy role-play to check on me. His eyes are soft and warm.

The pain quickly ends, and I’m immersed in pleasure. “Yes,” I moan. “I like it.”

Gunner’s hand skims up my body, and he seizes my stomach. His touching the fat on my body doesn’t feel foreign like that first time. I no longer want to shy away and hide the parts of my body others told me not to love. His hands wash away the lies I’ve been told and allow me to bask in my beauty. His hands on my flesh, exploring parts I was convinced to hide, are the rainbow after a storm.

Most people would find these acts with Gunner disgusting, shameful, and depraved. But it’s a source of liberation I’ve never known before. All those parts of me I had to hide are now visible like neon signs in the darkness. Gunner sees me, the real me, the me I view in the mirror. And he wants me. Sex with him, although dirty and rough, means so much more. With Gunner, sex is peace. With Gunner, sex is safe. With Gunner, sex is home.

“Fuck,” Gunner groans as he moves from my stomach to my breasts and grips my nipples. Pinching the nubs, he pulls them with force, ensuring I feel the pain in my pulsating clit.

His eyes close, and he lifts his face as if praying to heaven. He groans as he stiffens and releases deep within me before collapsing on my body.

I wrap my arms around him, and there we stay, with Gunner in my ass, surrounding me like a blanket.

Gunner kisses my lips. “I’m gonna go clean up, but I don’t want you to move. Stay right here as you drip my cum from your ass like a well-used whore.”