The Gun Runner(66)

I’d forgiven her completely, but the thought of teaching her to never question my means, methods, or motives was appealing—at least at the moment.

I shoved her full of dick in one savage thrust. “Don’t.”

I pulled my hips back and reached for her tits. I squeezed them firmly in my hands. “Ever.” I thrust my hips against her ass.

Obviously close to climax, she released a low-pitched moan.

Another violent shove followed. “Doubt.”

“Oh God,” she wailed.

I withdrew my entire length and quickly drove it right back in. “Me.”

I pulled back slowly, watching each inch of my glistening shaft as it slid free of her. Without warning, I pounded myself into her one more time, grunting as my cock bottomed out. “Again.”

She gulped a breath.

I squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefingers as I continued with a predictable fast-paced rhythm. A moment later, and the sensation of my balls slapping against her clit proved to be too much.

“I’m going to come,” I groaned.

“Please,” she begged.

I continued at the same pace for a few more seconds. As my cock swelled, warning us of what was to come, I felt her pussy contract. I squeezed her boobs tight while she fumbled to grip the edge of the desk. With her arms outstretched and her back arched, her legs began to quiver.

I pinched her nipples tight. My balls tightened. “Oh...fuck...” I groaned.

I exploded, releasing every ounce of my satisfaction into her.

Her pussy clenched my cock like a vise, and together we reached climax, mine lasting for several earth-shattering seconds.

Still inside of her wetness, I leaned forward, resting my chest lightly against her back. I kissed her shoulder. “I love you.”

Her breathing was still irregular and choppy. “I love...you...too.”

I kissed her neck. “Make me a promise.”

“Okay,” she responded.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t,” she assured me. “But you need to make me the same one.”

“Okay.”

“No,” she said. “You need to say it.”

“I’ll never leave you.”

“No matter what?” she asked.

“No matter what.”

She exhaled heavily and collapsed onto the desk. “Thank you.”





Chapter Twenty-Nine

Terra

We were finally going to ride the roller coaster we never had the chance to ride because we got distracted with sex. “It seems like we’ve been talking about this forever,” I said.

Michael merged into traffic and then glanced toward me. “I say we stop and eat first.”

I was so excited. But I was hungry too. “Agreed. Now all we have to do is decide what we’re going to eat. Something light,” I said. “So we don’t get sick on the roller coaster. Nothing’s worse than barfing.”

“If you want a light meal...” He chuckled and grabbed his crotch. “You can always...”

After resolving our issues in his office on the previous night, we put everything behind us, and agreed that Michael’s business was Michael’s business. I decided my reaction to learning of his chosen profession was more of a response to what happened to my cousin than his dealings with firearms.

In the end, I felt foolish for reacting the way I did.

Although he forgave me, I still harbored guilt, the majority of which was a result of not having been forthright with him regarding my own profession—or lack thereof—and the truth about my family. I needed to find the courage to tell him, but because I hadn’t yet, I felt I needed to make it up to him somehow.

“Get it out,” I said.

“I’m driving.”

I unbuckled my seat belt. “So.”

“Really? You can’t suck my cock while I’m driving.”

“Really?” I said mockingly. “You’ve never heard of road head?”

He changed lanes, took a quick glance in my direction and fixed his eyes on the road ahead.

It was the perfect way for me to make it up to him. “If you’re not going to get it out, I will.”

He stared straight ahead.

Fine.

I struggled with his belt and then the button of his jeans. It wasn’t as easy as I thought. I finally got them unbuttoned, and began the journey to get them down his hips far enough to release his cock. There seemed to be so much happening. The seat belt alarm was dinging, the music was playing, and I could hear Michael’s breathing. With no help from him, I fought and fumbled until it finally popped out.

Holy shit.

His perfectly shaped dick was twitching only a few inches from my face. It seemed so much bigger. I glanced up at him, hoping for some form of approval to proceed.