Chapter Forty
Gunner
The sight of her pretty ass, red with my handprint, was incredible. It did things to me like nothing I had felt before. I had spanked many girls over the years while I fucked them. The club girls loved it. It added something heavy, something almost sinister to the moment. But holding Haizley over my knee, disciplining her for that fucking sassy attitude I loved. Fuck! I almost came in my pants.
AGAIN!
What was it about this tiny woman that had me so out of control?
My hand caressed the redness, and it reminded me of an apple I wanted to take a bite out of. Slipping my fingers back between her legs, I stroked her pussy, pulling whimpers and moans from her.
“Will you be a good girl?” I asked in a low voice, holding back the growl that threatened to escape from my chest. This woman made me fucking feral, but I didn’t want my little lamb frightened. Just appropriately wary of the big bad wolf.
“Yes,” she breathed. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, but the tremor in her voice had me almost busting through my zipper. I was painfully hard.
Helping Haizley back to her feet, I repeated myself, “Strip.”
She looked down at her shirt and began to unbutton it.
“Eyes, Haizley. Always on me.”
There was a mixture of apprehension and longing pooling in their depths. I held her focus while she removed her top and then her bra. When I stood, she took a step back.
“Kneel.”
Slowly, she sank to her knees.
I laid my hand on the top of her head and whispered, “Good girl.”
She looked up at me and if I wasn’t already hard, I might have passed out from the blood rushing to my dick so fucking fast.
“You are so fucking beautiful on your knees for me.”
A shiver racked her body. My hand caressed her cheek, and she leaned into it.
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
She learned quickly, giving me short answers rather than sass. She was almost there.
“No, what?”
Her nostrils flared and her pale skin turned pink. Her face turned downward, and she whispered, “No, sir. ”
There was no animosity in her tone. No sass. It was sultry, adding to the heat swirling about the room.
Gazing down at the woman I longed for, I curled a finger under her chin, lifting her face to mine.
“Eyes on me, little lamb. I won’t remind you again.”
There it was. A flash of that fire. That defiance that she couldn’t contain. She had trouble being obedient. I didn’t mind, though I wouldn’t tell her that. I wanted a reason for my hand to slap her naked ass. I wanted to turn it red with my handprint every moment of the day.
She consumed me in a way that I hadn’t thought possible. I loved her. Love wasn’t foreign to me. I loved my baby sister. I loved my brothers. Hell, I even loved the sheriff. He had been a father to many of us. Being an example we never had growing up.
But my love for Haizley?
She was different.
I would burn the world down without thought.
For her.
If she never returned that love, it wouldn’t matter. Sure, it would fucking hurt. But she was it. I understood what Cash was going through now and why he stayed drunk after losing his old lady.
Haizley had the power to break me.
And fuck, if I didn’t want her to.
“Take my cock out.”
Heat pooled in her eyes, and she lifted off her feet to reach her hands up and unbutton my jeans. She struggled to pull them down, but I didn’t offer her any help. No, she would do my bidding,
She dropped her gaze to feast on me. My arms hung by my sides, and resisting the urge to put my hands on her took every ounce of willpower I had.
“Touch me, little lamb.”
Haizley surprised me when her hands stayed on her thighs and her tongue slipped out between her pretty pink lips to lick the head of my cock.
“Fuck!” I groaned. She was supposed to submit to my will, my desire. But in that moment, she owned my fucking soul.
Reaching up and putting my hand on the back of her head, I snarled, “Open your fucking mouth.”
She did so obediently, and I pushed my length between her lips to the back of her throat. When she gagged, I pulled back a little.
“Suck,” I commanded.
Her lips engulfed my hard cock, and my eyes rolled back in my head. With her tiny hand wrapped around the base of my cock, she held me firmly in her grip as her mouth slid up and down along my length.
“Fuck, you are taking me so well, little lamb. You like my dick fucking your mouth?”
When she nodded, it shook my dick along with her and I almost lost it. Fisting my hand in her hair, I pulled her back. Her gasp signaled her disappointment.
“I wanted you to come down my throat, sir. ”
Oh, this little minx. My hands grabbed under her arms, and I lifted her off the floor. Turning around, I tossed her on the bed. My dick throbbed as she bounced.
“And I want to come in your pussy. Did you already forget who was in charge? Open those legs and let me see what’s mine.”
Haizley shuddered and her knees fell open. She had no idea how sexy her boldness was. Grabbing my cock, I squeezed, trying to stave off my orgasm. The little bead on her piercing winked at me as I stroked myself.
As I removed the rest of my clothes, I stared at her sex, saliva pooling in my mouth much the same way her pussy drooled for me.
“That is a fucking beautiful pussy. Look how it weeps for me.”
Placing a knee on the bed, I reached down and swiped my finger through her juices. I held her eyes with mine as I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked on her cream. Making a show of how much I loved her taste.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn sweet.”
Leaning down, I shoved my nose into her pussy and inhaled deeply. God, she was fucking addictive. My tongue swept the length of her, gathering up as much of her as I could. I took my time licking over her entire pussy. Exploring every fold, every crevice with my tongue. I wanted to savor the taste of her. I wanted her flavor on my tongue every day I had left on this earth.
Inhaling deep, I smiled when she trembled against my mouth. Giving my attention to her clit, I played with her piercing. Rolling my tongue under it, lifting it only to let it fall with a snap against her nub. Her body jerked with the sensation, and her legs shook with her need.
But I wasn’t done.
“Don’t you come, little lamb. The wolf is enjoying his meal.”
I sucked her clit and piercing into my mouth, flicking them both as she struggled to maintain her composure. I wanted her wrecked. I wanted her to fall apart and be destroyed.
Sliding my arms under her knees, I reached my hands up to cover her tits. Kneading them as my mouth devoured her. They weren’t huge, but they were enough for me. She was a tiny woman, barely five and a half feet tall. Every limb felt as if it would break, that my grip would crush her if I held on too tight. She surprised me with her strength, though. My little lamb wouldn’t break easily.
But she would break for me.
I would make sure of it.
Her back arched, and a wild moan slipped from her throat. My fingers pinched and twisted her nipples. I hadn’t tasted them yet, and the anticipation had the head of my cock leaking.
My tongue pierced her entrance, and her feet gave her purchase to lift her hips off the bed. Placing a heavy arm over her hips, I held her down while I tormented her. Never giving her a moment to come down from the rising tension that caused her muscles to lock up.
Her body was strung tight, her breathing fast and erratic. I knew she was close. I debated pulling back, letting her ease back down before pushing her back to the edge.
No, I’d teased her enough. Instead, I lifted my mouth and slipped a finger inside her hot, tight cunt, curling it up to the soft fleshy area that I knew would cause her body to detonate.
I rasped out, “Come for me, Haizley.”
And fuck, if she didn’t drench me when her body exploded. The scream that I wrenched from her core when I finally gave her permission settled deep inside me. I had to grab my dick and squeeze that fucker so hard to stop my own release, I thought I might cause permanent damage.
I kept my finger inside her, forcing a second orgasm as she clamped down with her release, and all I could think about was how fucking much I wanted to feel her strangle my dick. How I wanted her to choke the cum from me, sucking me dry with her pussy.
Fuck!
I needed to pull back. I just didn’t want to; so I dove back in, pushing her back toward the edge. Removing my fingers, I sucked at her entrance. I wanted every drop of her release on my tongue.
“Gunner... stop,” she panted. “I can’t... take... any more.”
“You can, baby. Give me another one. I want it all. Every fucking drop.”
Her fists slammed against the bed, and her head thrashed with a third release. The woman was stronger than she looked. She came so hard that even with my heavy arm over her, she launched her hips up and off the bed as her body strained and tensed.
She was fucking beautiful, and the way her body responded to mine was magical. Ghost was right. Pussy could be fucking magic.
Haizley’s sure was.
I wanted to fucking live between her knees. Bathe in her release every fucking hour. Fuck work. Fuck the club. I was never leaving this bed and this fucking woman who called to my soul the first fucking night we met.
“Haizley,” I called from the end of the bed. The only response was the sound of her deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell deeply.
“You ok, baby?”
“No. I’m dead. You killed me. Sent me to heaven.”
I chuckled at her dramatic response. Crawling up her body, I stopped to finally feel her nipples between my teeth. I nipped lightly, knowing her body was a raw nerve after the way she just came.
I slowly licked at her tits. Flicking her nipple with the slightest pressure.
“Gunner, I can’t,” she protested weakly. She had no fight left.
“You can, baby.”
Holding myself up with my elbows against the bed, I looked at the gorgeous creature under me. Her eyes were closed, her head turned to the side like even the idea of holding it up wasn’t possible.
The peace that radiated from my woman after she came was almost as beautiful as the rapture she displayed as her body finally gave in to my ministrations.
“Haizley, are you on the pill?”
She didn’t respond. I thought about how best to get her attention. I could clamp down on her nipple. Slap the side of her breast. Enter her raw and fuck her until she passed out.
While all of those enticed me, the last option had me pulsing with anticipation. The blood thumping through my body had the steel pipe between my legs twitching with need. But I needed her compliance.
I wouldn’t force her to go on despite the pain I was currently in. While I wanted her every compulsion to please me, I also wanted her to crave my dominance.
Instead, I chose to rouse her attention with my voice. Using the tone her body couldn’t help but respond to.
“Give me your fucking eyes, Haizley,” I growled.
They snapped open, and the desire that pooled there fucking excited me. She might have been spent, but she wanted more.
“Are you on the pill?”
“No.”
Fuck! I wanted to come inside her. I wanted to fill her with my seed and let it take root. That was a first for me. I had no idea I had a breeding kink. But maybe it was just this woman I wanted to breed. I wanted to watch her belly grow with my child. For every fucking man in Diamond Creek to know I fucked her and bred her.
I couldn’t do it. Not yet. We had too much shit going on, and the club already had five babies on the way.
“We need to fix that. I’ll use a condom this time, but I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel every inch of that tight cunt next time I slide into it.”
Leaving her stretched out on the bed, I reached for my jeans. Pulling my wallet from the back pocket, I slipped the condom out and tore open the package with my teeth.
Knowing I was about to wreck that pussy, I slid it on myself this time and climbed back on the bed beside her. There was no chance my dick was deflating any time soon, allowing me to let her rest for a few more minutes as I softly caressed her thigh.