Page 25 of Ugly Duckling (Content Advisory #6)

Nineteen

Might give out a few free samples of my attitude today. Limited edition. No refunds.

—Gunner to Audric

GUNNER

My words had barely left my lips when her mouth was on mine.

My hands went to her shirt, and I ripped it off, loving the way that my hands could nearly span her entire rib cage.

Her body wasn’t soft.

She was all muscles and sinew, hard where most women were soft.

I could feel each and every one of her ribs.

Was that why I’d always tended to lean toward more supple women before? Because I wanted the exact opposite of her?

“You’re doing too much thinking again,” she hissed as she pulled back. “What do I need to do to turn that brain off?”

I had no idea, but I had a feeling that she would figure it out.

And she did.

She crawled up the length of my body, and it was then that I realized that she was bare underneath the t-shirt she’d been wearing.

How did I know this?

Because her wet pussy slid up my chest until she was practically straddling my upper chest.

“Arms underneath,” she urged.

I followed directions very well, threading both of my arms between her legs.

“Now what?” I teased as she scooted farther up until her pussy was hovering over my face.

The headboard creaked as she grabbed hold of it, then her pussy lowered until it was resting against my lips.

“Now you get to work, because I have no idea how long my legs will cooperate in this position.”

I smiled against her pussy lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

She then tried to drown me by giving me all her weight.

Now, I’m not a betting man, but being suffocated by pussy—especially pussy that belonged to a woman that I was desperately in love with—sounded like a really good way to go.

She cursed. “Sorry, sorry. My legs are already shaking.”

I chuckled against her, causing her to squeak.

“Sorry, sorry,” she repeated again and tried to get off me.

“No,” I growled and held on tight, my hands clamping down hard on her ass cheeks. “This is exactly where you need to be.”

“Gun…” she murmured worriedly. “What…”

“Remember, no overthinking,” I growled.

Then I started feasting.

Her cry of surprise when I caught her clit between my teeth and sucked had my cock straining at my boxer briefs. Had I had a free hand, I’d have reached down to start stroking it, giving it the relief it so desperately needed.

As it was, I had my hands full of ass, and my mouth full of pussy.

There was no way I was letting any of that go to give my cock a breather.

No sane man would, anyway.

I pulled her down even farther, my hands clenching on her muscular ass—goddamn, I had dreams about this ass—and speared her entrance with my tongue. My nose hit the tip of her clit, and she cried out in surprise.

“Gunner,” she mewled. “Oh, god. Yes.”

I licked, sucked, and speared her until she was a writhing mess above me.

She was all but drowning me with her juices, and I had zero thoughts in my brain but getting her off. I wanted to taste the way she exploded on my tongue. I wanted her to pour her juices down my throat.

I wanted her to…

“Ughhh, yes.” She finally gave up, no longer supporting her body at all as she started convulsing.

I used my upper body to hold her up enough so I could breathe, but continued to flick her pussy with my tongue until she clamped her thighs around my face and said, “No more. Enough.”

I twisted us fast, forcing her to fall backward on the bed, yanked my underwear down just low enough for my cock to spring free, and lined my cock up with her entrance.

Half a breath later, I was sinking inside of her to the hilt, filling her so full that she was screaming all over again.

At first I thought it was just an aftershock of her first orgasm that was rippling around me, but then I pulled out and she screamed, “Gunner! Back inside!”

I slammed back inside and felt her start to pulse around me, and I couldn’t stop the grin that lit my face as I fucked her hard, with no finesse or rhythm at all.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I buried myself to the hilt and stayed there, my body tensing as I poured my release deep inside of her hot, wet cunt.

I collapsed on top of her, panting and spent, and she wrapped her long legs around my waist and held me for so long that I actually started to nod off.

Before sleep had taken me all the way under, though, she rolled us so that we were on our sides. Then took a deep breath.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” she replied sleepily.

I pulled her back in close, then let my eyes fall shut again. “Sorry.”

I didn’t open my eyes again until morning.

When I did, I was surprised to find that we were in the exact same position as we were when we’d fallen asleep.

Both of us still on our sides.

Me still fully inside of her.

And my cock hard and pulsing.

When I cracked open my eyes, it was to find hers still tightly shut.

Her hair was everywhere.

In my mouth.

In my eye.

In her eyes.

In her mouth.

And there was just a small amount of drool on the corner of her lips that had to be the most adorable thing I’d ever seen.

She shifted slightly, and the move pushed me just a little bit deeper inside.

I groaned, but she didn’t stir.

A gentleman would probably wake her up before he let this continue, but I hadn’t been a gentleman my entire life.

A man?

Yes.

A man who did what he wanted?

Yes.

A man who was gentle and kind?

No.

I probably would never be that.

At least, not with anyone but the ones that I loved the most.

And definitely not in this type of situation where she was wet, and my cock was buried deep.

I slowly started to move, my gaze watching her face for any sign of waking.

Nothing changed on her face.

So I moved faster.

A little bit deeper.

A little bit harder.

She twisted her head to the side and lifted her head higher, not quite awake, but definitely feeling the effects of what we were doing.

I moved slowly again, pulling out farther this time only to slide myself back in deep.

Her eyelids flickered, but she still didn’t wake.

I kept up the soft, slow rhythm until I was ready to blow, and only when I felt like I couldn’t hold on for much longer did I reach down between us and start to massage her clit with the side of my thumb.

Would she stay asleep as she came?

Would she wake up?

I couldn’t wait to find out.

She groaned when I caught her clit just right and started to slowly circle it, but her eyes stayed tightly closed.

Her nipples were pebbled and dragging deliciously against my chest hair, and I knew that it had to feel good for her.

Damn, she slept like the dead.

And I liked it.

I liked that I could get her this far, and she was still asleep.

My sick mind wondered what else I could do to her while she was asleep.

Her pussy started to ripple, the telltale sign of her orgasm taking over, and I watched as her body locked.

Her eyes blinked sleepily open, and a soft cry left her lips.

“Gunner,” she breathed sleepily. “What are…mmmmmm.”

Her head fell back, and a silent cry left her lips.

Her pussy locked down tight, and I finally let go.

My orgasm left me, filling her to overflowing.

“What are you…” she panted as she came back online. “Wow. I liked that.”

“Better than coffee?” I teased as I rolled off the side of her bed, keeping her locked with me.

“Better than Danishes.” She nodded, eyes serious.

I grinned as I walked us both into the bathroom.

I turned her shower on and then glanced down at my watch.

“Six,” I murmured as I contemplated getting into the shower with her.

“What’s wrong with six?”

“Daddy!”

I pulled her off of me and set her down.

Our multiple releases gushed from her and hit the floor.

The sight had my cock twitching.

I watched some cum slide down the inside of her thigh, then listened to my kid scream from the other room again.

“I have to go get in the shower,” I admitted, eyes still fully focused on her inner thigh. “And if I’m not in my own shower, she’ll come find us in here.”

She pushed me away. “Go.”

I reluctantly went.

Even though every cell in my body was telling me to stay here, forever, and experience the morning over and over again until the end of time.