Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Cash

My body fights my mind in a battle of wills. I’m so turned on that I’ll probably do whatever Gunner demands of me, but that mental block from hurtful words hurled at me my whole life makes the current act painful.

Chills rock my body as my trembling fingers touch the rolls of my stomach. I hum “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles, a song I latch onto whenever I want to escape.

Realization dawns on me. I see my body as something to turn away from, and I hate that. I push through the lies the industry has told me and hold my stomach firmly. My eyes flutter shut, and I force myself to get lost in the sensation.

This is the reason I like rough sex. It allows you to shut down the world around you and lean into your basic carnal needs. All I can think about is copulation and the unimaginable pleasure that Gunner can give me.

“That’s it. Fuck, Sparrow, that’s so sexy.”

My eyes fly open. Gunner is standing closer than he was a moment before, but not close enough to touch. “Gunner, please.”

One hand remains on his thick, long dick, his index finger brushing the silver balls along the tip. His other hand caresses my face. “I like it when you beg, Sparrow. Knowing that you need me as much as I crave you. But before I shove my cock in that tight, wet cunt, I want a show.”

“A show?” What else does he want to see? I just grabbed parts of my body and sucked my nipple for his pleasure.

“Finger that pretty pussy for me, Sparrow. Show me how you like to touch yourself.”

Heat floods my body as he gazes hungrily at my body. My hand moves from my stomach down to my center, and I gently drag my finger between my pussy lips.

“Open your legs wider. I want to get a good look at you finger fucking my pussy.”

My legs open at his demand, exposing more of me to Gunner. He smiles as he brings his hand to his face. He spits on it before bringing it back to his dick. My mouth waters as I watch his hand glide along the smooth length. How would it feel deep in my holes, dominating me, ripping me apart with its massive size?

My tongue slips out and I lick my lips, pretending I’m teasing the silver balls at the tip of his cock. “You’re God’s favorite child.”

Gunner steps closer and smirks. “Or the product of the Devil.”

His eyes hold mine, a game of chicken to see who’ll fold first. “Want to know how full it would feel with my dick pounding into your wet cunt?”

I lose the game as my mouth runs dry. I squeak out a pathetic “Yes.”

“How many fingers can you shove into that little pussy?”

“I’ve put four in there before.”

Gunner licks his lips. “Show me.”

Moans escape my throat, not from the pleasure of my fingers, not from shoving one finger followed by another inside me, but from how Gunner makes me burn simply by staring at me. Wanton, sexy, desirable, powerful, free. Somehow, Gunner has gone past a barrier I set so high, even I was unable to climb it.

Gunner moves closer until his body presses against mine, forcing me back until I’m pressed against the bark of a large oak tree. “That’s it, Sparrow. Push them in. Stretch that perfect cunt for me.”

I gaze at the tip of his cock pressing against my pussy.

“Eyes on me, Cashleigh.”

I smile at the sound of my full name on his lips. As I look into his eyes, Gunner pushes the tip of his cock into my pussy, ensuring my senses burn with the feel of his jewelry. God, had I known a dick piercing would feel this good, I would have ensured all the escorts had one.

I moan as he pushes further, stuffing me full. A scream falls from my mouth, causing the birds overhead to leave their perches within the trees.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Gunner growls. “Let the world hear you scream.”

His hands move to my face, forcing his thumbs into the corners of my mouth and pulling my lips open. “Stick out that tongue for me.”

Gunner smiles as he thrusts his hips wildly. The pain of my fingers and his massive cock stretching me is beyond my wildest dreams. “My cock won’t be the only thing in this pussy, Sparrow. Anytime I want, I’ll shove something in this sweet cunt so you know who it belongs to now.”

The mouth on this man. The words he utters are so hypnotic that I’m pretty sure I’ll do anything he wants and say thank you. Not only would I thank him, but I’d also beg him to do more.

Gunner’s groans and visceral sounds enhance the pleasure of his cock. He ruts into me with such force that my back scrapes the tree bark. A month ago, I would have worried about the scrapes, bruises, and tears in my skin that I’d put a stop to it all. But I want more. More pain, more marks, more of Gunner’s forceful pounding in my pussy.

“More,” I squeak around his thumbs. “Give me more. Make me feel.”

“Stick out your tongue, slut.”

I do as he asks, panting like a dog begging for attention and exhilarated by what he’ll do next. I want to tell him to hold my head in the dirt and fuck me like I’m nothing. To rip my hair out as he drags me around the forest floor. I long for his teeth marks tattooing my skin.

Gunner nods as if able to read my mind and spits on my tongue. “You want to be my little slut, don’t you, Sparrow?”

I nod as I swallow his spit. I’ll be whatever he wants so long as he keeps me on the cusp of intoxication. This is the high I crave. I want my blood steeped in his dirty words and the roughness of his touch.

He removes his thumbs, and I instantly want to cry.

Gunner grabs my throat mercilessly. The humor is gone from his eyes, replaced with something more carnal. “Did I tell you to swallow, slut?”

I’m taken aback but also exhilarated by the sudden force of his touch. Gunner seems to possess the perfect balance of endearing and terrifying.

When I don’t respond as quickly as Gunner would like, he grips my chin forcefully. “You know, slut, you need to get better at answering questions. Now, let’s try that again. Did I tell you to swallow?”

“No,” I moan as he slams into me.

“Then why did you?”

“I wanted to.”

In a flash, Gunner’s arms are around my waist as our bodies fall to the ground, but I don’t sense the impact of the hit. My fingers never leave my pussy, and Gunner’s cock is still inside me, but my body is on top of his. He winces for a second but quickly recovers. His back must be killing him. I want to ask him how he is and if he needs anything, but something tells me I’m not breaking the scene. At least not for his sake.

“You could’ve had it easy, pretty girl. But you don’t want to be a good girl, do you? Being treated with respect and receiving pleasure seems adversarial with who you really are.” Gunner spits again, and this time, it lands on my face, directly above my eyelid.

I close my eyes to rid myself of the liquid, but all I do is spread the spit and make his face appear blurry.

“Bad little girls get treated like fuck toys. I’m going to destroy you, Sparrow. When I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but a dirty cum rag.”

I pull my fingers out of my pussy, pushing until Gunner is above me. “More,” I whisper as I hold him, longing to meld my body with his.

Gunner growls in my ear as his hips rise, going deeper than I thought humanly possible.

Passion ignites as I dig my fingers into his back and draw blood. Gunner doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it encourages him to push faster and further as he thrusts into me with wild force.

His warm breath hits my ear. “That’s a pretty girl. Show me how much you want to be treated like a pathetic cum dump.”

“More, please, Gunner, I want more.”

Gunner smirks before grabbing my throat and squeezing. “Insatiable little whore.”

I shiver as lightheadedness hits me. This man could fulfill all my sexual desires without breaking a sweat. He holds my throat with one hand as the other slaps my face. Each tap of his palm has my pussy on fire.

Gunner moves from my face and slaps my tits, one, then the other, never once breaking his violent thrusts. “The world thinks you’re so good, don’t they, Cash? But you and I know you’re a worthless little whore.”

Still holding my throat, he pulls my head forward by my hair. “Look at how your pathetic pussy swallows me whole. You can’t get enough. I bet you’d let me shove anything I want into your holes. Not only let me but beg for the privilege.”

My head falls back as he releases my hair. I think about the one time I snorted coke and how this high is so much better. I never liked drugs. I hated feeling out of control and in a haze, but with sex, all I wanted was to be at the mercy of a man. A man who knew how to control my body and understood what buttons to press to get me where I wanted to be.

I was looking for a needle in a haystack, but Gunner Shaw is that needle. He’s considerate, sweet, and fucks like a goddamn animal.

“You’re gonna come on my dick, Sparrow. My perfect slut, fucked like an animal on the forest floor, and you’re about to gush on my cock like a champ.”

My body stiffens. I grip his flesh as a soundless scream falls from my lips, and I float into oblivion. Never in my life have I come like this. I didn’t think it was possible.

I go to push Gunner off me, but he pins me down by my throat.

“Not so fast, my little whore. I’m nowhere near done with you.” Gunner’s look is a mix of passion, lust, and care. He slowly circles my clit and smiles. “I think you’ve got another one for me, don’t you, Cash? Your pretty little pussy is begging to be unleashed.”

“Gunner,” I croak.

He releases my throat to allow me to speak.

“I can’t. If you keep going, I’m going to pee.”

Gunner laughs and keeps the pressure on my clit as his cock quickens. My body feels like it’s going to explode. I shut my eyes to control what I fear is about to happen.

A slap on my face. “Eyes on me. Don’t make me tell you again.”

“Gunner, please. I’m going to pee. This is so embarrassing.”

“You’ll know what embarrassment is when I tie you up naked outside the bar on a leash like a pathetic, panting puppy. Now shut the fuck up and come over my cock like a good girl.”

Yup. That does it. Gunner mutters unhinged dirty words, and my body convulses as I come again. This time, liquid floods between us, and I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

“Fuck, Cash,” Gunner groans as his legs stiffen and he pulls me toward him. “This pussy is perfect. A man could get addicted to it.”

“Get off me!” I scream, pushing him off me. I sit on the ground, horrified that I just peed myself. “I’m so embarrassed. Why’d you make me pee?”

Gunner barks out a laugh as he pulls me by the legs. “For a girl who hired hookers to fuck her senseless, you’re pretty naïve. You didn’t pee, Cash. You squirted. I’m a little jealous that you drenched my cock instead of my face.”

Gunner lifts me until his mouth is centimeters from my center. He licks his lips and pushes his cum back into my pussy before lifting his drenched digits and sucking them clean. His eyes hold mine and he chuckles. “You think you’ve been a good girl, Sparrow?”

I nod, anticipating what this man will do next.

My body jerks as he slaps my pussy. Hard. “None of that nodding bullshit. Use your words like the good girl you are.”

“Yes,” I croak.

“Good, because I’m starving.”

Gunner covers my pussy with his hot mouth and pushes his tongue deep inside me. I moan, desperate for more. If my body weren’t immobile, I’d ride his mouth to another orgasm.

But Gunner wants that. He wants to turn me into a puddle with his touch.

Mission accomplished.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Gunner mumbles. “This pussy is a drug, Cash. One hit will never be enough.”

“Holy shit. Men are selfish little fucks. Cream pie cleanups should be a requirement to having sex because, good Lord, this is mind-blowing.”

I jolt as Gunner nips at my clit. “The lord has nothing to do with the devil’s tongue.”

“Well, if the devil teaches tricks like this, I’m joining the Church of Satan.”

Gunner barks out a laugh before delving back into my pussy. His tongue lapping my wetness drowns out the sounds of nature. He grips my hips as he licks my center before entering me again with not one but three fingers. He pushes up and twists, doing some sort of finger aerobics I didn’t think was possible.

“Move, Gunner. Please, move your face,” I beg. “It’s going to happen again.”

Gunner doesn’t move. Instead, he doubles his efforts with his fingers and licks my clit in perfect circular motions. The man does a better job than my vibrator. My hands fist and I buck, but it’s no use. His hold is too firm. Once again, my legs shake, and I explode directly into his mouth.

Once Gunner has his fill, he places me gently on the ground and covers me with his body. “That was spectacular. Champion squirter.”

I smack him in the chest before groaning and covering my face with my hands.

Gunner takes my hands and pins them to my sides before crushing his lips to mine. Our tastes mingle as he opens his mouth and our tongues dance. He breaks the kiss, smiling as he strokes my matted hair from my face. “You all right?”

I nod. “Yes, Lightheaded, but I feel better than I have in a long while. If the bartending thing doesn’t work out, I know a great escort service I can connect you with. With your skills, you’d have them lined up around the block.”

“My services are already spoken for.”

I push up, and he tumbles back. My eyes are slits as I look at him. “Who do you work for?”

Gunner laughs and grabs my waist, drawing me to him. He places a peck on my nose. “You. I never want to be with another woman so long as that pussy can drench my face.”