My body feels full and I feel alive, more alive than I’ve ever felt. He slams into me hard then he pulls out and keeps thrusting in and out of me. Pleasure ripples through me as my vagina grips his erection like a vise. His balls slap against my butt cheeks as he makes grunting noises. I feel his tortured soul through mine. Emptiness. Sorrow. Anger.

“Gunner, please don’t stop. I want more, more, and more,” I keep saying as he pounds inside me.

Nine years I’ve been waiting for this moment, and he’s far better than I imagined he would be.

His abs contract as his hips thrust against me, then he bites and sucks on my neck hard, like a vampire dying of thirst. It’s so erotic as his grunts turn animalistic. The way he screws me like I’m his. But I knew I wouldn’t be, not in a way I want to be. I want every part of him, even his tortured soul and even after this experiment.

His skin glows with sweat, and it trickles down to my forehead. My sex feels so needy clamping down on his erection, it’s thirsty for his cum. Then my climax chokes my spine and goosebumps blanket my body, sending my vagina into hypersensitive mode. As I sag against him, he continues to thrust into me, chasing his own climax. When he makes one last thrust, his mouth attacks mine. Then he bites hard on my bottom lip, drawing blood as he comes, throbbing inside me.

He licks my bottom lip and it stings; I don’t mind though, I actually like it. He lets me down and pulls the condom off his semi-erection, tying it in a knot, and heading to the bathroom. I stand there still in a haze of lust at how we released nine years of pent-up sexual frustration.

Gunner walks back into the room, goes straight to the drawer, and pulls out another condom. He tears it with his teeth, rolling it on his now fully hard erection, then he strides toward me with predatory eyes as if he’s going to eat me alive.

He grabs my hand, pulling me on to the bed, sliding between my legs, placing my legs over his shoulders. He attacks my mouth with kisses, then pulls away.

“You sure you want to continue this?” he murmurs. And for some strange reason I know he isn’t talking about the sex, but he’s speaking about our relationship.

It is my turn to bite him, and I do on his plump bottom lip. I can still taste me on him.

“Yeah,” I say. He thrusts, and I feel him deep inside me, and I moan loudly.

“Good,” he whispers in my ear.

And my stupid dumb heart smiles and jumps for joy.

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Gunner