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Gabriel holds my thighs as I shatter, placing a tender kiss on each buttock.

I start to straighten, thinking we’re finished.

“Don’t move.”

My tongue feels thick as I murmur, “I won’t.” My swift obedience shows just how high he took me with that climax.

I hear the rustle of fabric before he says, “Spread your legs.”

The thick head of Gabriel’s cock teases my entrance, and he curses as I press back impatiently. My breath escapes in pants as he presses forward, my channel swollen after my orgasm.

“Ah, shit, little bird. Always so beautifully tight for me.” He pauses, and I hear him drag in a breath, reaching for control. But I don’t want him controlled.

I inch back and take him further inside. “You feel so good, Daddy. I love how you fill me, stretch me. Fuck me hard, Daddy. Please, I need you.”

On a strangled groan, he buries himself deep. He wraps a fistful of my hair around his hand and pulls me up by it so that the slick warmth of his chest covers my back. The angle allows him to go deeper, hitting that most pleasurable spot inside me.

“Oh…Oh god, yes. There…right there…”

“Here?” He thrusts again.

A sob leaves my throat, and I nod frantically.

He grips my hips, slamming deeper and higher. I brace against the table and push back.

“Love how you melt around me, little bird. This body is my fucking property. I’ll spend every day until my last breath worshiping it with my mouth, hands, and cock.”

I can’t answer. My pussy clenches, and I’m shocked into an orgasm, sobbing his name. It goes on and on until I’m worried I’ll pass out from the pleasure. Gabe slams into me once more, his hands digging into my hips as he spills inside me with a harsh groan.

Minutes later, I land back on Earth, Gabriel’s body pinning me down, my cheek pressed to the table, the cushion cradling my stomach. His face is buried in my hair as he sprawls over my back. My hands and arms tingle with pins and needles, and I flex them to relieve the discomfort.

“Not yet,” I protest sleepily as he starts to move away.

“I’m crushing you, sweetheart,” he says hoarsely, still catching his breath.

“I like it.”

His chuckle rumbles through me. “Crazy woman.”

“Your crazy woman,” I sigh, languishing in our closeness.

He softens and slips out of me, and his warm cum trickles down my inner thighs.

“Come on. Let’s shower and get some sleep. You must be exhausted.”

“A little,” I shiver as he stands, chilled now that my body is no longer fueled by lust. “My husband has worn me out.”

Gabriel turns off the outdoor heater and scoops up our discarded clothes, ushering me inside.

I glimpse myself in the mirror as I enter the bathroom, and he turns on the shower.

I look thoroughly fucked. His beard has chafed the skin of my face and neck. My cheeks are flushed. My hair is a wild tangle around my shoulders. A primitive part of me loves seeing his marks on me.

I asked my husband to fuck me hard, and he delivered. Spectacularly.

Chapter 16

Gabriel

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