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“I know, honey, and if I could change it, I would, but let’s face it. Neither of us has done anything to rectify the facts. I got kicked out of school and the second I’m home, I wreck my dad’s truck and now I’m pregnant. You were with Holly the night before you slept with me. To everyone who knows us, we’re fuck-ups.”

“We’re not fuck-ups,” he said, sitting next to me. “We may not have our shit together yet, but there is still time for us.”

“It’s okay to mess up, Gunner. I’m a pro at it. Just don’t let what others think of you stop you from being you. I believe in you, just like you believe in me,” I said, cupping his face.

When he didn’t reply, I leaned forward and kissed him.

I should have known that alone was an open invitation for more, because one minute I was sitting on the bed, the next I was laying down with him over me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, holding my face before he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding under my top, cupping my breast, kneading it gently. God, this man was insatiable. He also used sex as a coping mechanism, not that I minded one bit. Gunner had a smoking body and when he did that thing with his dick...oh momma!

I knew I should tell him to stop.

I mean, I did just have surgery and all, but since I felt fine, I figured what could it hurt?

Lifting the hem of my top over my head, I exposed my bra to him.

A throbbing ache between my legs intensified as I became desperate to be touched.

His mouth found mine again as his hands went from my breasts, down my flat stomach, to the zip of my jeans. He pulled the zipper down and peeled them down my legs.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, as he stared at my smooth pussy.

I instinctively parted my legs for him, reveling in the way he looked at me.

He leaned down and I could suddenly feel his breath against my thigh. He ran his finger along the leg edge of my thong before pulling it to the side, exposing me to him.

“Oh baby,” he groaned. “Spread your legs for me.”

I did as I was told and trembled as I felt his hands up my inner thighs. He barely touched me and I was already a quivering, wet mess.

Then, when I thought I couldn’t wait any longer, I felt his finger’s part my lips right before his tongue lapped over my clit.

I moaned quietly.

“I hope you’re ready, babydoll,” he murmured against my pussy, looking up at me. “Because once I fuck you, there is no going back. You will be mine. Understand?”

I nodded and raised my hips, offering my pussy to his face.

I didn’t care who or what I was. I needed to cum!

His mouth went back to my clit, swirling it with his tongue, lapping at it and sucking on it. My hands found the back of his head and I held him there as his talented mouth brought me closer to the brink. I felt his tongue fuck inside my pussy as his thumb kept up the stimulation on my clit.

I was writhing on the bed, the pleasure almost too much as I tried to contain my moans.

“Cord...” I whimpered, warning him I was close.

He groaned as he heard me moan his name. His mouth covered my clit again as he slid two fingers deep inside of me. He began to flick them inside me quickly as I rocked my hips against him.

I grabbed a pillow and held it over my face as I felt my orgasm build until at last, wave after wave of pleasure shook through my body as I screamed into the pillow, allowing it to muffle the sound.

Gunner continued to lick my pussy as my orgasm subsided, looking up at my flushed face as I recovered from the force of it. He dropped a kiss on my pussy and then straightened up.

I could see my wetness around his mouth and chin as he pulled my underwear back into place and urged me to get dressed.

I hoped he was joking. There was no way I was leaving this room until I had his dick pulsing inside me. I may be new at all the sex stuff but I knew what my body wanted, and it wanted to jump on the Gunner float and ride his ass to pound town while singing the Star-Spangled Banner!

Wrapping my legs around his waist, halting his movements, I narrowed my eyes and said, “I know you’re not finished, mister.”