Fight for Her Kelly Favor (best novels for beginners .TXT) 📖

Everything that had gone on between them seemed to warrant this moment, this action.

Gunner took her in his arms, lifted her like a feather, and brought her to his bed.

He laid her down, still kissing her as they went, with him on top. The muscles in his arms stood out in stark relief as he held himself above her, his lips kissing slowly down her neck.

She moaned as the heat went through her.

She felt along his deltoids, letting her hands explore his exquisite body, touching his tattoos. He stopped kissing her for a moment and watched as she ran her fingers down his chest and abdomen. His stomach was hard, rippling with tightly coiled muscles—something she’d never imagined being possible outside of a cartoon version of a superhero.

But Gunner was like a superhero come to life. She couldn’t believe the texture of his skin, the sheer perfection of it.

Touching him made her wet.

And then when he touched her back…it was an explosion of ecstasy, better than she ever could have wanted.

“Oh God,” she moaned, as his hands caressed her bare legs, pushing the t-shirt he’d given her slowly up her thighs.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered. He looked into her eyes as his hands continued moving slowly up her legs. “I could touch you like this for the rest of my life and be happy.”

She smiled, touching his cheek, feeling his light beard stubble against her fingertips. “I wanted you to touch me like this. I kept wanting it and thinking I was being crazy.”

“You’re not crazy,” he said. “Far from it.” And then he was kissing her with renewed passion, and his hips were grinding against hers, his pelvis pressing into her.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, and he’d managed to push her shirt up to the very top of her thighs.

All that stood between them now were his boxer shorts.

Krista reached down and started to pull on them. Slowly, they came down from his hips and she closed her hands around his muscular butt, feeling him thrust towards her. She reached her hand in front to feel his hardness.

It was bigger than she would have guessed, throbbing and pulsating in her hand.

As she stroked him, he got even harder and bigger.

“I didn’t expect you to be this big,” she said. “You’re huge.”

He closed his eyes and breathed faster as she continued stroking his shaft.

Krista was soaking wet between her legs.

As she stroked him, Gunner reached his hand between her thighs and slowly rubbed her wetness. It was slick and ready, opening for him as he gently and firmly rubbed his fingers in a semi-circular fashion.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Their gazes locked once more. There was no need for an answer.

He knows just from looking at me, Krista thought, and laid her head on the bed, as Gunner pulled the t-shirt the rest of the way off her body.

Now she was totally naked and vulnerable before him.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed along her neck, and then she felt him pressing his hips down against hers once more.

This time, his manhood was also pressing, pushing against her opening, sliding ever so slowly in and in and in.

She grabbed his shoulders, gripping his flesh as he split her open with his girth.

It was beautiful, ecstatic pain, but the pain was like a bright burst that lasted only a short moment as she accommodated herself to his immense size.

And then everything was wet and tight, but not painful in the least.

Gunner moved his hips ever so slowly, and each movement was another burst of pleasure through her center.

Krista cried out, raking her fingernails down his heavily muscled back.

Gunner looked at her. His eyes held her gaze as her breathing quickened. She was going to come now, and there was no stopping it.

He was fucking her slowly, expertly, and not one ounce of movement was wasted.

She came twice in a row, hard, biting down and bucking her hips into him. He was a solid wall of muscle, immovable, completely able to handle her in every way.

She’d never felt so safe while being with a man. His strength was like nothing she had even imagined before.

Gunner kissed her on the lips again, teasing her, and then drilled himself deeper between her legs.

She lost her breath.

He was drilling into her, splitting her wide open, and she threw her legs apart as far as she could, allowing him room to move himself.

Soon, he was sliding in and out, his hips furiously pounding at her. She came once more.

She was soaked with sweat and so was he. But she could also feel that he was getting closer and closer.

“Gunner,” she whispered, and he grabbed her hair with one hand and her hip with his other, as he started to slide in and out with passion and fury.

“I’m close.”

“Do it for me,” she told him.

He slid his lips down to her collarbone and pressed deeply into her one final, shuddering time.

***

Krista woke up first the next morning.

They’d slept together in his bed, naked, their bodies intertwined, and it had felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Until she’d woken up and early rays of sunlight had been pouring into the room through the window, and suddenly it didn’t seem so natural.

In fact, it seemed downright strange.

He was sound asleep, so Krista untangled herself from his heavy limbs and slid out of bed. She tiptoed into the bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for it to get hot while she looked at her face in the mirror.

You slept with Gunner King, she thought, staring at herself without comprehension.

You slept with him and he has no idea who you really are. That’s not okay. Infact, it’s way beyond not okay. It’s almost evil.

Krista thought about the things he’d told her, the personal stories he’d revealed.

If he knew what her real agenda was, he would be incredibly betrayed.

And yet, her feelings for him were real. She was