Page 37 of Gunnar

His hand slaps against my bare pussy, and I yelp as he sternly corrects, “Yes, Daddy.” When I don’t answer, he firmly swats again, the sting nearly pushing me over the edge.

“Yes… Daddy,” I pant.

“Good girl,” he praises, the words send a thrill straight to my core. He works my clit with slow, torturous circles, keeping me right on the edge but never pushing me over. “You like that, don’t you? You like being told what to do and knowing I’m in control.”

I nod frantically, unable to form words, my world narrowing down to the sensation of his fingers on my most sensitive flesh. He leans down, sucking and nipping at my breast before capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers continue their devastating rhythm. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I cry out, my hands flying to his hair, holding him against me as a wave of release crashes over me until I’m trembling and breathless.

He releases my breast with a pop, looking up at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You come so fucking beautifully.”

“I need you inside me,” I beg, my voice breaking. “Please… I need to feel you.”

Shaking his head, he smirks. It’s a wicked, predatory expression that makes my heart skip. “You agreed, baby girl… When and how I want. And right now, Daddy wants to taste you.”

Gunnar slides down my body and settles himself between my thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs wider. With me spread open and vulnerable, he stares at my pussy with a hunger in his gaze unlike anything I have ever seen.

“Look at you,” he rasps, his breath blows hot over my skin as his short beard dusts along my inner thigh. “So wet. So ready. And all for me.” Not waiting for a response, he dives into my pussy. His tongue drags from my entrance to clit in one long, devastating lick that has me moaning his name. He groans against me as he starts to feast—lapping, sucking, and thrusting his tongue inside me with an enthusiasm that makes me come for him until my vision blurs.

His hands grip my thighs, holding me open and helpless to his repeated assault. My fingers thread through his hair, I fist it, and futilely try to push him away. He focuses on my clit, and my head thrashes against the pillows as he sucks it between his lips and flicks it with his tongue until tears are falling from my lashes and I’m begging for mercy.

“Please,” I cry out. “Please… I can’t… I need…”

“One more,” he commands, the vibration almost painful against my sensitive clit. “Give me one more.”

He grinds the flat of his tongue against the bundle of nerves, and I shatter, the orgasm crashing over me in waves so intense they border on pain. I scream, my back arching off the bed and my hands tugging at his hair as I ride out the pleasure. He eases his pressure on my clit, replacing it with soft open-mouthed kisses across my pussy, enjoying every last spasm from my body until I’m limp and trembling beneath him.

He rises, his lips and beard glistening with my arousal and his eyes dark with satisfaction. “Look at you,” he croons, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he strokes my trembling thigh. “Such a good girl, letting Daddy take what I need.”

He climbs over me, caging me beneath his body. His cock rests against my entrance, hot, heavy, and impossibly large. He grinds into me, coating himself in my wetness, and I whimper at the sensation.

“Look at me,” he orders, his thick tip on the brink of pressing into me. His voice is soft but firm as he grips my chin and steers my hooded gaze toward his. “Eyes on me, Devyn. I want to see your face when I take you. I want to watch the moment you realize you’re truly mine.”

I lock eyes with his stormy-blue pools, and he thrusts into me in one hard, unrelenting stroke. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me completely, stretching me around his thick length. He doesn’t give me time to adjust or pause to let me acclimate. He pulls out and thrusts back in, hard and deep, quickly setting a punishing rhythm that has the bedframe slamming against the wall.

“Fuck,” he grits out through his clenched jaw. “Your little pussy is so tight. You feel exactly like I knew you would. Fucking perfect. Like you were fucking made for me.”

He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle so he hits deeper, and I moan, my head pushing back into the pillow. He doesn’t allow it, his hand coming up to grip my chin, forcing my eyes back to his.

“Eyes on me,” he reminds me, his thrusts never slowing. “Stay with me, baby girl. Feel me. Feel what you do to me. And let me watch how hard I make you come.” I hold his gaze, overwhelmed by the intimacy and intensity of being seen so thoroughly while he takes me so completely. He’s everywhere—inside me, around me, consuming me with his presence, dominance, and unrelenting need—and it’s my undoing. My pussy clenches around him as I unfurl beneath him, my stare not once leaving his.

“Fuck,” he breathlessly whispers as his mouth crashes into mine. His tongue sweeps between my lips, and I taste myself lingering on it. He devours me with such hunger that I can barely breathe. Every exhale is swallowed by him, and every desperate gasp I try to take is stolen before it reaches my lungs. He takes until I’m oxygen-starved and mewling. When he finally pulls back, I greedily suck in a ragged breath. “Who do you belong to?” he pants, his hips snapping against mine with audible force. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“You,” I gasp, the word torn from my throat. “I belong to Daddy.”

“That’s right,” he growls, his pace increasing, becoming more frantic and desperate. “Only me. This pussy is mine. Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms are mine. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He shifts his weight, reaching between us to find my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. Another orgasm builds, coiling tight in my belly.

“Not yet,” he warns, sensing how close I am. “You wait for me. Be a good girl and wait.”

I whimper, fighting against the pleasure, trying to delay the tidal wave threatening to crash over me. He seems to sense my struggle, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper.

“I can’t,” I cry, tears pricking my eyes from the effort of holding back. “Please, I can’t⁠—”

“You can,” he insists firmly, his voice dropping into a commanding register. “And you will.”

He fucks me without abandon, recklessly chasing his own release as I fight to hold on to mine. A pained hiss blows over his lips when my nails dig through the flesh of his shoulders, a futile attempt at following his command.

“Come for me,” he groans, the snap of his hips becoming increasingly erratic. “Squeeze me as you come all over my cock.”