Page 43 of Gunner

We stay like this for a while, until her fingers trail down my body and swirl around the head of my cock, bringing it back to life.

“Find something you want down there?”

“Found something I need,” she clarifies with her fist stroking my length.

“Is that so?” I roll us over and wedge my hips between her parted thighs. “Guess our break is over. How many times do you want me to make you come before we pick up our son?”

She appears to mull it over before a mischievous glint shines in her eyes. “I’m not sure you can make me come again,” she goads, batting her eyelashes at me with feigned innocence.

“Don’t test me, woman. Or I won’t let you come at all.” I nip at her peaked nipple, causing her to moan.

She rolls her hips against mine. “We’ll see,” she says with a smirk.