Page 49 of Gunnar

Worried about the outrageously priced couture, she breathlessly starts, “Careful, Gun⁠—”

l back just enough to meet her eyes, my expression stern and commanding. “Daddy,” I correct roughly. “You call me Daddy when I’m making you feel good, baby girl. You know that.” Her eyes widen, and her lips part on a gasp. A shiver runs through as her pupils dilate, and she presses her thighs together. She loves it when I take control, when I remind her who she belongs to. She loves when I make her mine.

My hands dust down her sides, the lace rough against my palms, and the heat of her skin radiating through the mesh. I glide over the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips as I dip my head, capturing her nipple in my mouth without warning.

She cries out, her back arching and hands flying to my hair. I suck hard, pulling the peak in deep, rolling it against my tongue and feeling it pebble even tighter. I lavish attention on her—sucking, biting, and soothing with my tongue—until she’s writhing against the wall. I release her nipple with a wet pop, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Dropping to my knees before her, I am eye level with her pussy. I can smell her sweet, musky arousal through the dark lace covering her mound. Pressing my face against her, I kiss her through the fabric, mouthing her cunt through the lace.

She whimpers as her hands thread through my hair, gripping it tight. “The dress,” she protests desperately.

My large hands find the delicate fabric at the crease of her hips, my fingers poking through as I grip tight. I pull back just enough to snarl, “Fuck the dress.” With a single, violent motion, I tear through it, shredding the expensive couture like tissue paper. I don’t stop until it’s torn apart, from her pussy to the hem that dusts her strappy black heels.

Devyn gasps, and I glance up to see her staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. The dress hangs from her body in tatters, the lace destroyed, revealing her completely. Her smooth, shaved pussy is glistening with wetness mere inches from my face. Without hesitation, I hoist her leg over my shoulder, spreading her wide, and bury my face between her thighs.

She cries out—a sharp, broken sound—as my tongue delves through her slit, tasting her. She’s so fucking sweet and perfect.

The smell.

The taste.

I can’t get enough.

I moan against her, the vibration making her jerk. I feast on her violently, my tongue stabbing into her entrance, circling her clit, and sucking the sensitive nub between my lips. I’m demanding her orgasm, commanding it with every stroke of my tongue and nip of my teeth. She’s panting above me, her hands gripping my hair hard, the burn radiating over my scalp, with her hips bucking against my face as she rides my mouth.

“Please,” she whimpers, “Please, Daddy…”

I growl into her, the sound vibrating through her clit, causing her thighs to tighten around my head and her heel to dig into my back. She comes with a scream, her body convulsing and pussy pulsing against my tongue. I lap at her incessantly, drinking her down, prolonging her pleasure until she’s sobbing my name and her leg is shaking so hard, she can barely hold her own weight.

Standing slowly, my face wet with her, I spin her around before she can recover. Her palms slap against the wall, and I tear the rest of the ruined fabric from her body—ripping the dress completely away until she’s naked, except for her strappy black heels. I undo my pants with rough, desperate movements, freeing my cock. It springs free, landing heavily against her supple ass cheek.

I pin her arms to the wall above her head, gripping both her wrists in one large palm. Holding her still, I kick her feet apart, spreading her legs. With my free hand, I grip my cock and slide it through her slick pussy until I’m thoroughly coated in her wetness.

“Look at you,” I growl in her ear, my voice guttural and animalistic. “Soaked for me. Ready for me. Tell me you want it, baby girl. Tell me you want Daddy’s cock.”

“I want it,” she whimpers, her cheek pressed against the wall and her voice broken. “Please, Daddy… Please give me your cock.”

I thrust into her with one hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt as we both groan at the sensation. She’s so fucking tight and wet, her silky pussy perfectly gripping me like a vise. Her walls flutter around me, and I stay still for a moment, letting adjusting to my size. Owning her.

Pulling back, I nearly withdraw from her before snapping my hips forward. I fuck her hard against the wall, driving my cock deep with every thrust. The wet, sharp sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, mixing with her delicious moans and my grunts. Pinned to the wall, I give her everything she needs, using her body for my own pleasure.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” I pant into the back of her neck, my breath hot over her skin. “Taking my cock so deep. You love this, don’t you? Being fucked against the wall like Daddy’s dirty little slut.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she sobs, her hips pushing back to meet my thrusts.

“You’re mine,” I growl, increasing my pace until it is brutal and relentless. “This pussy is mine. This body is mine. Made to be used by me. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Yours,” she gasps, “Only yours, Daddy.”

I feel her tightening around me as her orgasm builds. Reangling my hips, I hit that spot, the one that makes her scream. She comes again with a wail, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard it almost hurts. Her whole body shakes violently, her legs struggling to hold her upright, but I don’t relent. I fuck her through it, riding out her orgasm and not letting her come down.

But I want more. I need more. I need her in my bed, spread out and helpless for me.

I pull out of her abruptly, and she whimpers at the loss, her body swaying. I scoop her into my arms before she can fall, lifting her easily, before striding toward her bed. Dropping her from my arms, she lands on the mattress with a soft bounce that causes her beautiful tits to jiggle. When she settles, her hair splays across the pillows like a halo.

Tearing my shirt over my head and shoving my jeans down my legs, I race to strip off my clothes. I’m naked within seconds, my cock bobbing against my stomach as I grab Devyn’s ankles and roughly yank her ass to the edge of the bed. A breathy, startled cry blows over her lips, silenced when I slam into her with a single brutal drive of my hips. I look down to where we’re joined and watch my cock, glistening with her wetness, disappearing into her tight little pussy again and again.

The sight is obscenely beautiful.

Lifting her legs, I rest her beautiful, heeled feet on my shoulders. I fuck her hard, my hips pistoning, the bed shaking with the force of my thrusts. Her tits bounce with every impact, a sight I can barely pull my eyes away from. My mouth finds her ankle, and I kiss her sloppily and open-mouthed, my tongue tracing the strap of her heel and arch of her foot.