Mother of the Moon - Chapter 144 - Possessive
Zelena.
I woke up in the morning to an empty bed. Gunner’s usual spot was cold, so he’s been up for a while. I pulled the blanket off my body to see I was wearing one of Gunner’s t-shirts and a lacey thong. He changed my clothes, how did I not wake up for that? I must have been more tired than I thought I was. I dragged my tired body off the bed and went into the bathroom. After I finished my business, I pulled on a pair of denim shorts and headed downstairs. I could hear talking coming from the kitchen, so I went there first. As I pushed open the door, my eyes immediately went to the large plate overflowing with crispy bacon. I rushed forward and grabbed a fistful of bacon and pushed it into my already salivating mouth.
“Yeh, sure, help yourself” a voice teased from the breakfast nook. I turned around to see Gunner sitting with a smirking Nat and a red-faced Smith.
“Sorry” I mumbled with bits of bacon spitting from my mouth. Smith laughed out loud and smacked his hand on the table. Gunner chuckled and shook his head before putting more food in his mouth.
“Just kidding girlfriend. I made extra for you guys” Nat mused and tossed her hair over her shoulder. I filled up a plate with more bacon and a couple of runny eggs and a piece of toast, then when to sit at Gunner’s side. He leaned over and pressed his lips to my cheek as I slid in next to him.
“Good morning, beautiful” he said softly.
“Morning” I mumbled back.
“So boss man says we’re headed to the beach?” Smith piped up,
“Yeh, that’s what he said. I can finally try out my new bikini” I smiled and shuffled my bum on the seat to sit up straighter. Gunner growled and tightened his fingers around his fork.
“You’re not wearing a bikini” he growled through clenched teeth,
“Wanna bet?” I quipped back,
“Zelena” he warned,
“Gunner” I snapped back. Nat laughed and clapped her hands,
“You two are hilarious” she giggled and pushed at Smiths shoulder. They slid out of the booth and stood up by the table.
“We’ll meet you out front in say... forty-five minutes?” Nat said, looking down at us.
“Yes” Gunner groaned. I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my face. I smiled at Nat and Smith, and they turned and walked out of the kitchen. Gunner’s fingers slid their way across my neck and up to my jaw, he gripped my chin and turned my head to look at him.
“I am not letting you out in public with no clothes on” he said slowly and calmly with a sharp edge to his tone.
“Gunner, it’s the beach” I grumbled, and tried to pull my chin out of his hand,
“I don’t care. I'm the only one that should be seeing your body” he hissed and leaned in close,
“So what? I'm meant to go to the beach in jeans and a jumper?”
“If I have anything to say about it, yes”
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have anything to say about it then” I teased and jerked my chin from his grip,
“Don’t test me Zelena” he warned,
“Don't be stupid, now can I eat my breakfast please?” I snapped back. He didn’t answer and I didn’t care. I dug into my food, letting the delicious bacon wash away all the worries on the world. Gunner’s eyes remained fixed on my face as I ate everything on my plate. When I was done, I got up and put my plate in the dishwasher before heading up the stairs, leaving Gunner in the kitchen by himself.
I quickly rummaged through my draw and found the green bikini that I bought on my first shopping trip. I pulled off Gunner’s shirt and tied the bikini around my neck and back. The little green triangles of fabric sat over my perky boobs. I turned to the mirror and looked at my chest, they look bigger in this tiny swimsuit. I pulled the same shirt back on and then stripped off my shorts and underwear. I was just tying the string at my hip when Gunner burst through the bedroom door.
He stopped as his eyes fell on me and a purr like growl bubbled up from his chest. In a flash his was standing behind me with his chest flush against my back. One hand was under my shirt and stroking my stomach, the other was gliding up and down my thigh. I arched my back and pushed my ass into his crotch, his hard member pushed back. His fingers grabbed at the string of the bikini bottoms and pulled. The tie came undone, and they slowly slid down my legs. Gunner’s fingers tickled their way across my hip and came to rest cupping my hot pussy. His middle finger ran along the moist slit, teasing me. I leaned my head back and moaned softly. Gunner leaned down and ran his tongue over my neck and jaw. He pushed one of his fingers inside me and I instinctually moved my legs apart.
I moved my hand behind my back and found the bulge in Gunner’s jeans. I rubbed at the hard lump and moved my hips against his hand. I managed to undo the button and pull down the zip of his jeans when Gunner lifted me by the waist and carried me to the desk in the corner. He put me back on my feet and grabbed my wrist.
“Hands on the desk” he growled into my ear and I obeyed without hesitation. He stepped away from me and I whimpered at the loss of contact. A second later I felt his hand grip onto the inside of my thigh. I turned my head to look over my shoulder. Gunner was on his knees, his face at my backside, staring at my dripping pussy. His hands glided up the inside of my thighs and to my ass cheeks. He squeezed tight and spread my cheeks apart. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, and he growled.
“Don’t move” he demanded. His hands massaged and rounded on my ass cheeks, while his eyes were fixed on the sensitive flesh that sat between them. Without warning, he slammed his mouth against my wet lips and pushed his tongue inside me. I squealed in surprised and jumped forward before he pulled me back against him. His mouth worked wonders on my responsive flower, eliciting loud moans and cries of pleasure. He moved his mouth higher, until his tongue found the soft flesh of my asshole. I cried out more as his mouth worked against the small button. I could feel my stomach constricting and the throbbing in my core intensify.
“Gunner!” I screamed as the orgasm flooded through me. My arms gave out and I fell forward onto the desk. I rested my cheek on the cool wood and huffed out a spent breath. My moment of rest didn’t last, Gunner stood up and was stroking the head of his dick over my slick pussy. I pushed my hips back onto him and his cock slid between my lips. In one long stroke he pushed himself inside of me, all the way to the hilt. He groaned and gripped onto my hip tightly. He began to pull out and thrust forward again, slapping his hips into my ass. He continued like this, pulling back slowly and thrusting forward in a hard fast stroke. Slowly Gunner increased his pace, and the sensation was stirring up another orgasm inside of me. A sharp slap hit against my right butt cheek, only it didn’t hurt, it made me moan. Another followed it immediately after, and then another. I screamed out and pushed myself back, hoping to increase the force of his thrusts. I could feel it building in the pit of my stomach. I wasn’t far away from falling off the cliff.
“Gunner” I groaned out, pushing myself back against him more. His hand came to my lower back and slid down further. I could feel him pushing at my back entrance. It was everything that I needed. His hips moved faster and harder as his thumb slid into my asshole. The feeling of fullness and the pressure it created, sent my eyes rolling back. The damn broke and the pleasure spilled out of me. I continued to ride my orgasm with each of Gunner’s thrusts. He groaned out as he found his own release. I collapsed back onto the desk as Gunner huffed behind me.
“Fuck yeh” he breathed out harshly. I chuckled and my legs gave out from under me, I began to fall to the floor but Gunner caught me. He scooped me up and deposited me on the edge of the bed. I flopped back and heaved for breath. I never understood how you can get so out of breath from just standing still.
“Come on, get changed, Nat will come looking for us soon” Gunner said as he walked off to the bathroom. I groaned and sat back up again, he could at least let me catch my breath again. He came back out with a wet face washer and tossed it to me.
“I can’t shower?” I asked,
“You can never shower after I have put my scent all over you like that” he teased,
“Funny” I huffed.
“We’re going swimming remember, the beach will wash it away enough as it is” he said as he pulled on a pair of boardies and a t-shirt.
“You know you’re really gross right? A girl likes to be clean”. Gunner stepped between my legs and leaned forward, placing one arm on either side of my body. I leaned back as he came closer,
“And a man likes the smell of himself all over his woman” he murmured as his face was only an inch from mine now. He kissed my nose and stood up again. ‘Possessive prick’ I thought to myself.
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