Trick by Lori Garrett Page A

name. Because you’re about to come until you can’t come anymore. And then we’re going to start from the top.”
    “Gunner!” she cries, shock in her voice.
    I nod. “That’s a good start. But next time, I want it louder. And I’d prefer to be buried in that sweet pussy while you holler.”
    I kick the door of my room open and drop her on the bed. She scrambles off before I get a chance to climb on top of her, and I think for a second she’s going to leave me.
    Which is good, much as it flat lines my heart. She needs to turn and run before I decide I’m not letting go of her.
    “So I had this dance professor who was very, um, creative.” She fumbles with her phone, docking it on the station near the bed. “She had us learn to...strip.”
    The music starts and it’s like she sheds any uncertainty. The way she moves is the perfect mix of sexy and confident. She looks me right in the eyes, and I wonder how I ever thought those blue eyes were innocent. She moves to the music, her hips and ass shaking to the rhythm as she pulls her dress up a few inches, slides it back down, then pulls it up a few more.
    The softly rounded bottom of her bare ass peeks out, and my breath sucks in. She’s wearing a thong that’s nothing more than a bunch of ribbons tied together. Bright red. Like she’s a Christmas gift wrapped up in a bow, only for me.
    She turns her back to me. The music pulses in my ears, and I can’t take my eyes off of her. She pulls the little zipper down in the back of her dress, and the white lace slinks to the floor. All she’s wearing is a lacy red bra, that tiny thong, and her black stilettos. I know for a fact the next time I watch her dance out in public, this is the image I’ll have in my head.
    I’m not sure I’m ever gonna be able to watch her dance in public for long.
    The minute I’m alone, I swear I’m gonna get on my knees and thank God that I get to keep this image of her in my head forever.
    The way her body moves makes my dick throb hard. She runs her hands up and down her body, slowly, in time to the sexy song, and hooks her thumbs in the waist of her thong, tugging down an inch.
    “I want to watch you, too.” She nods her head my way. “I want to watch you touch yourself, Gunner.”
    I swallow hard as she dips low and rocks back up, teasing me with a quick flash of her nipples and a shake of her ass.
    “You’re so damn hot, baby,” I say, unbuckling my pants and tugging down on my zipper. I fold my boxer briefs back and take my dick, already rock hard, in my hands.
    She sucks that bottom lip in and bites down, then dips a hand between her legs, rubbing the exact place where I want to rub my fingers, slide my tongue, press my dick.
    “I love your dick, Gunner,” she says.
    She shakes her hips as she heads closer to me, letting the straps of her bra fall down over her creamy shoulders.
    “Feel free to come touch it if you want, sweetheart. Or lick it. Or ride it. It’s all yours to do whatever you want with.” I fist my hand around it and pull slowly, from the shaft up to the head. Her eyes follow my hand.
    The way she moves convinces me she’s some kind of beautiful witch putting me under her spell. Her body is still rocking with the music, but her eyes are flicking over my body. She reaches up and unsnaps her bra. Her big, sweet tits swing out, heavy and gorgeous, the nipples already hard and ready for my mouth.
    “Come let me suck those, baby,” I say.
    “Let me suck that first,” she says, pointing to my dick.
    I let go of it and lay back as Harlow climbs onto the bed and pulls my pants and boxers off with one excited yank. I throw my shirt to the side, and she licks her lips.
    “Perfect,” she hums. Her tits press on the muscles of my upper thighs and her tiny, soft hands grab onto my dick. I love that she uses both hands. She spends a few minutes rubbing the shaft up and down, drawing her fingers over the head, and cupping my balls, but soon she can’t keep her