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Like hell am I going to let him back out of this now, so I catch his eye, and with a raw determination, I respond with, “I’m banking on it.”

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Stone

Holy fuck, her kiss is potent, better than any drug or high I’ve had in the past. Her lips are soft, sweet and every time her tongue brushes against mine, the ball piercing pressing against the tip, a bolt of lightning shoots right to my dick.

But she’s hurt, she’s fucking concussed, for Christ’s sake.

“Fuuckkk!” I grit out, slinging my head back, and slamming my eyes closed. “This is a bad idea.”

“Why?” is her singular response. I drop my head back down and look at her.

“You’re hurt.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re concussed and…”

“I’m fucking fine,” she interrupts, rolling her eyes at me. “I don’t even have a headache, and besides I can’t think of any better way to get my blood pressure up, can you?”

“Doc sure as hell didn’t mention sex as part of your recovery.”

“But he didn’t say it shouldn’t be either, now did he?” She grabs the hem of her T-shirt and pulls it over her head. If it hurts her to do it, she doesn’t show it. She throws the discarded garment to the floor, and while I fixate on her glorious tits, she pushes the sheets to the side, revealing herself to me.

“You’ve got to kidding me right now?” I suck air into my lungs to replace what I’ve lost from gasping at the sight of the tiny triangle piece of fabric covering her pussy.

“Well?” she says seductively. I rake my eyes over every inch, every curve of her body, lingering on her phenomenal, round tits for just that little bit longer than I should before I finally get to her face. Her pupils are blown, only the thinnest ring of bright blue left to be seen. Her lips parted, still pink and swollen from our mouth fucking. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

Oriana, laid out in front of me, and ripe for the taking is too much temptation for me to resist, and however much my head tries to tell me that this is wrong, my cock is fucking winning the fight.

When I stand and move to the bottom of the bed, I see the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. But when I drop my hands to the waistband of my jeans, unbuckle the belt, and start lowering the zipper, her jaw drops open, her mouth the perfect shape for me to shove my cock in.

Only the sound of our heavy breathing can be heard until my belt buckle, that’s still attached to my jeans, rings out as it hits the wood floor. I push my boxers down my legs to meet them before stepping out of them and kick them to the side.

When I grab hold of her ankles and pull her down the bed towards me, she lets out another gasp which is quickly followed by a moan when I push her legs apart and slide my way between them, my nose pushing firmly against her lace-covered pussy. I inhale deeply. The sweet smell of her arousal already seeping through the fabric.

“You smell so fucking good Oriana, but I bet you taste even better.” I flatten my tongue over the length of her pussy lips and press hard. The way she moans at that simple touch has me slipping her panties to the side and shoving the point of my tongue into her entrance. Oriana’s back arches off the bed so violently that I lay my forearm across her hips to hold her down. I push in deeper, pumping it in and out while she fights against my hold. I hope to fuck that I’m not hurting her, but the sounds she’s making are screams of pleasure, not pain.

“Gabriel,” she whimpers when I withdraw. “What are you doing?”

“Patience, dirty girl.” I snigger. “Tell me Oriana, has anyone ever gone down on you before?”

“Yeah, well, sort of.” Disappointment hits me. I’m not even sure why I even asked. Yes, I do; I wanted her to say no, so that I’d be her first.

“Explain,” I grit out, wanting more details.

“If I tell you that it wasn’t anything like that, or made me feel that way, is that enough explanation for you?”

“Shit, babe,” I snigger. “That was a mere tease, sweetheart, let me put things into perspective for you.” If I wasn’t her first, then I was going to make fucking sure that this was the one time she remembers above all others.

With both hands holding the back of her knees, I bring them up and out. A kiss, a nip along the silky skin of her inner thigh from above her knee to the edge of her pussy is enough to have her legs quivering. I do the same along her other inner thigh before covering her whole cunt with my open mouth. I suck and nip at her pussy lips, then push in between them to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” She screeches louder than I think she realizes.

“Sweetheart, let’s not wake Sasha,” I warn her with a grin. “Hate to have to stop the party when it’s barely started.”

“Jesus,” she pants out, her eyes already heavy with arousal, connect with mine. “What are you going to do to me?” The tip of her tongue pops out from her mouth and sweeps slowly across her top lip. She might be a little apprehensive, but along with the raised eyebrow and direct eye contact, I know she’s eager to receive everything I’m willing to give.

While I swirl my tongue around her clit, teasing her, I slip a finger into her warm, wet cunt. I quickly follow with another, her inner fleshy walls instantly tightening around them. While scissoring my fingers inside her, I alternate between sucking on her clit and rolling the hard nub between my teeth. She’s close, very close. I can tell by the way her legs quiver and push against my hold as she tries to clamp them shut, her reflexes seesawing between the sensations she is hit by being too much, yet not wanting it to stop.

I start to pump my fingers in and out of her hard and fast. My tongue flicking her clit with equal pace until she’s whimpering and moaning, then I bite down hard on her clit. Her orgasm explodes, filling my mouth with her juices. As they flow from her pretty swollen cunt I feast on the sweet nectar like a thirsty, greedy bastard.

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